Wilsdom, Dominion, and Power: (A Full Circle)

By Prophetess Rebecca Washington-Ogbebor

Prophetess Rebecca W. Ogbebor was born in Natchitoches, Louisiana, though raised in Oakland, California. She was ordained into the ministry under the covering of Living Hope Gospel Ministries International. She received the calling on her life well before that time, which sustained her as she worked in that capacity through Wilsdom African Designs. The profound knowledge bestowed upon her by God through the open visions and revelations and dealing with his people has continuously led her to stand up for what is right within many situations as she continued to work with God's people all the world over.

Prophetic Prophetess Rebecca truly believes in being a chosen vessel and prays daily for a master plan to aid her in facilitating growth in our young society to aid them in becoming viable and stable citizens, for they are our future. She can truly say that in remaining true to the calling in her life, it is just as important as the messages written in the book. Things that she could not even begin to perceive with her own mind or comprehend to say that she has seen on her own accord, which has sometimes led her down a very lonely path, but with her faith in tact, it as sustained her.

As you read and take a long, hard look at your own life, know that it has meaning and purpose far beyond what you may perceive on your own. Let your faith take you there.

This photo means a lot to her--the stairs and the cloud formation. She calls it her Moses moment.

Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me. (Isaiah 6:8 KJV)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685706234

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Wilsdom, Dominion, and Power

(A Full Circle)

Prophetess Rebecca Washington-Ogbebor

ISBN 978-1-68570-622-7 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68570-623-4 (digital)

Copyright © 2023 by Prophetess Rebecca Washington-Ogbebor

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Scriptures quoted within the book are from the Old and New Testament (KJV, NKJV) and otherwise stated within Wilsdom Dominion & Power (Prophetess Rebecca): A Full Circle.

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Introduction: Shelter in Place!

Shelter in Place!

April 20, 2021

January 2021

1991

A Beautiful Vision

Chapter 1

Rebecca Arlene

October 2018, Ogba River, Nigeria

January 2018

Victoria Island, Nigeria

My Birthday, Rebecca and Rebecca

February 2002

Sun

My Soul Mate

Destiny

My Mother Luvina

My Grandfather Washington

My Father—Sonny (Sylvester) Washington

Chapter 2

Just a Touch of a Closer Look at Heaven (Peace at Work)

To Be at Peace

God in Me

1998

Let Our Journey Continue

Peace at Work

January 2, 2000 (André)

André's Birthday Video

Trials

January 2, 2017

Orion's Belt

The Cat

The Veterinarian

February 2000

The Bird

Grandmother Rebecca, Auntie Zetter, and André

Benin, Nigeria

2018

The World Knows You, but the People Not

2011 and 2012

The CD

Africa 2018

The Visit

March 2000

Auntie Zetter's Birthday—The African Clothing

April 4, 2000

July 2000

Gele Head-Wrapping Video/DVD

November 2000

2019–2020

The First Anniversary of André's Death (The Rose)

January 2, 2001

The Ladybug

January 2, 2002

Rebekah

January 2, 2020

Soul Mate's Birthday

February 2, 2002

The Blessing

February 2003

André's Birthday Month: The Picture

The Picture

July 2003

The Painting of the Angels

July 2004

December 2004

The Eye of God

July 2005

July 2005

The Statue

July 2005

Roar Like a Lion (Peace at Work)

July 2005

The Accident

August 10, 2007

2012

Second Accident

Blessings

July 26, 2013

Earth

Stories of Heavenly Business

The Birthday

The Butterflies

Death of a Friend

A/S in the Sky (Nephew's Birthday)

The Purchase of the Van/Flower Car

2002

Chapter 3

Anointing

Grandpa Isadora Robinson

The Tabard

Benin, Nigeria

2018

First Angel

2000

The Mist

March 2000

Allegory

2009

The Human Face

The Crosses

May 29, 2000

The Lamb—Auntie Pearl

The Three Beautiful Angels

June 2001

Baby Angel

The Wok

Lion of Judah

Angel Dust

Angel Dust: Grandmother Rebecca's Birthday

June 23, 2001

Jordon Atlas Tours Copyright 1997–2008

Grandmother Rebecca

Grandmother Rebecca

Far born

Benin, Nigeria

2018

The Lion and the Cross: My Mother's Birthday

My Mother's Birthday

September 7, 2001

Cross and the Dove

Right Hand of Fellowship

Thanksgiving 2001

A Beautiful Vision

Auntie Zetter's Birthday—Ashoké Fabric

April 4, 2001/April 5, 2001

April 4, 2004

Auntie Zetter's Birthday—Amani André Stanley

April 4, 2004

Mermaids

Nigerian Independence Day

Auntie Audrey

August 2003

The Ram

The Birthday

March 2004

God Said Move

Music—Living a Dream

Benin, Nigeria

2018

Chapter 4

Prophetess Rebecca

What Is an Apostle or a Prophet?

The Office of a Prophet—Take His Heart to the Word Ministry

November 1, 2009

2020

Lagos

2018

My Calling and Ministry

This Is the Dream

2020

2020

Retrieving Mama Ogbebor from the Cold Chamber

Benin, Nigeria

2018

2021

Music—Transformation

The Assignment

Adam

Moses

Benin, Nigeria

2018

The Samaritan

March 2021

Jesus

Paraclete

Paul

Chapter 5

Grace

About.com: Christianity

Our Society

2013

Presidential Election

November 2020

December 23, 2020

2021

2013

Journeying On to Exit Africa

Nigeria

October 2018

Lagos, Nigeria

2018

The Airport, Lagos

In Closing

March 30, 2021

Scriptures Quoted

List of YouTube Videos on Elder Rebecca W. Ogbebor's YouTube Channel

Bibliography

Endorsements

About the Author

In memory of our son André D. Stanley,

our cousins Dion M. McKinley and James Neal Jr.,

my African and African American ancestors,

and late Prelate Bishop Bruce Rogers—spiritual teacher and pastor.

This book is dedicated to my living sons, Aven, Nosa, Courage, and our spiritual son Brennan. Our grandchildren, Alana, Alexia, Aven, Avynn, Aniya, Asia, Alicia, Ariana; and great-grandchildren A'Lahani, Aleiya and Semaj, all children and grandchildren of Aven. Brianna, Andrelle, DeAndre, Jalon, and Queen; all children of André D. Stanley. Our son, Courage; his wife, Stephanie; and their sons, Chinua and Amenze. My husband Reverend Victor Ogbebor, my family, friends, and most of all the Most High God with many names.

Acknowledgments

I give all honor to God for the many families that I have been blessed to be a part of here in this city and around the world. I never knew that wanting theatrical arts and dance would lead me to this state. I guess this is why dressing differently all my life came so naturally to me. On this journey, God sent the perfect people to help me. I give special thanks to my soul mate and husband, Reverend Victor Ogbebor, for his awesome love for God; my best friend that I have known for most of my life and referred to as Auntie Sheila by my sons; Gloria and Sharon, close friends; sons; daughter-in-law, grandchildren; and my mother, Luvina; father, Sonny; stepmother, Mary Ann; sisters; brothers; Grandmother Ogbebor; and my African families around the world. I would also like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and their many friends for receiving my African vision. Ms. De Ivory, Mr. and Mrs. Tony Douglas, your help will never be forgotten. My elder cousins. A hearty thanks to Ms. Bessie Washington, my spiritual big sister; Sister Lynn Walker and her very talented family; Ms. Kentake'; Mama Phebia, may she rest in peace; Ms. Shirley; and Ms. L. Hebert for believing in me; you are truly an earthly angel. Cousin Sharon and family for sharing that beautiful vision with me, which was a blessing, The Stanleys and to the beautiful Laotian and Cambodian family, the Noys.

Special thanks to the believers whom I have had the pleasure of referencing, reviewing, and studying with me and to the doctors who aided in my continuous plight toward healing:

Reverend Yaa Oludemi and her gracious husband Jacob Jacko Oludemi

Debora Banks—Debora's Pianoforte (Thank you for being such an awesome piano teacher and friend.)

A very special thank-you to Hannah of HB Photos.

A special thank you to the apostles, prophets, bishops, pastors, ministers, deacons, and deaconess I have met or spoken with on this journey, and especially you—Wilsdom family!

Introduction: Shelter in Place!

Shelter in Place!

The date is March 31, 2020, and this is how our country referred to the efforts of controlling the coronavirus (Covid-19). The world as we knew it a few months ago as desperately changed! The novel coronavirus or Covid-19 has become a way of life for us all over the world and has claimed thousands of lives. It attacks the respiratory system with a vengeance. We must now practice to survive this deadly disease—social distancing, which its definition is the practice of maintaining a greater than usual physical distance from other people or of avoiding direct contact with people or objects in public places during the outbreak of a contagious disease in order to minimize exposure and reduce the transmission of infection.

Here in California, we are heading into the second month of social distancing. There has been a mad rush to buy up toilet paper, tissue, or paper towels; hand sanitizer had also become scarce, and entrepreneurs with their expertise began manufacturing it. Face masks became the norm for us as a family.

During that time, mayhem had also broken out from the deaths of unarmed African American citizens. Do some research, for 2020 was a devastating year for us all, and the deaths lead to mass protests all around the world and brought about the Black Lives Matter movement. This in itself was deadly with the virus raging on. Some people were even out without masks, which led to some very uncomfortable and tense situations, for this was also America's presidential election year.

April 20, 2021

The Black Lives Matter protests that have raged on because of the deaths of innocent Black people at the hand of the police who are there to protect us. We pray for all around the world as mass shootings have been occurring, ending in senseless deaths of innocent people. It has thus far been a violent year. These have been a few that stood out: George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, and Breonna Taylor.

The George Floyd killing occurred when Derek Chauvin, a former police officer was convicted of his murder after he kept his knee pressed upon his neck for nine minutes and twenty-nine seconds.

January 2021

It has been quite a while since I have felt like writing, and I must admit I lost some very good stuff on. I will do it later because my brain will remember to do it. Heard that one before? Most of my posts have been derived from some ancestral feelings, and this one is no different, for it has weighed heavy on my heart. I respect my ancestors more now than I ever have in my life. I loved, needed, and truly obeyed them, but now I respect them from the deepest part of me and in that very special place I radiate.

Dealing with the African fabrics, as I had been instructed to do by God, let me know that the Bible was continuing to unfold right before my eyes, and this is why my memoir, A Closer Look at Heaven, and this book are being combined and entitled Wilsdom. God has spoken to me in revealing John 17:25 that reads, O righteous Father, the world has not known you: but I have known you, and these have known that you have sent me, for Wilsdom is known all over the world, and this revelation clearly has shown me how this pertains to those of this world who are his people who know God and are his flock! In his revelation to me of Wilsdom as the name grew on me, visions of wheels turned over and over again. The wheels represented movement from any and all directions. A spiritual being has that ability, and a spiritual vessel also acquires those capabilities. In further clarity, I find that through my work as a designer and prophetess ordained by God, these abilities are enhanced by my faith in the master of my fate. You will come to see what I am trying to say as my story unfolds. With Dom, we come back to the world and the word, Dom, to me—a state or fact of freedom. I had to come out of myself and realize that when God wants to do something different, he will instill in you the ability to carry out the instructions no matter the consequences. I am an obedient servant.

1991

As I awoke from a nap, I felt fuzzy, and the room seemed to dance around me. I could feel myself just fading away. It was hard to focus on one thing as I gazed toward the ceiling, and the white round lights burst with brightness that yielded pain as I closed my eyes. Don't go to sleep, I told myself over and over, for it was as if that was all I was capable of doing. I tried to focus on the chair, but it kept moving around, and then I saw this big blur of white. Is this real or am I imaging it, for it kept coming closer and closer to me? As I tried to focus on the object, I could hear the door to my room open and then close tightly.

Hello, a voice said to me as the object and/or person in white introduced itself to me. Oh, thank God it was a doctor. Earlier I had given up hope as I listened to the shift change of the nurses to see if anyone would make their rounds to me, for it had been hours since I had seen anyone.

The doctor's voice came closer as he said, I am going to see what I can do to help you, my dear. I did not respond, for I was just too weak. A few days prior to that I was told that my white or red blood cells were attacking each other, but I am not even sure to this day if I am saying this correctly; all I know is that I was weak and very sick.

The biggest problem for me was that the IV kept backing up and swelling up my wrists, and several nurses had tried to restart it over the course of two days, and then it was as if they had given up on me.

The new doctor there in a blur of white told me that he was going to help me, but I had to remain as still as possible. He worked and tugged at my arm and then my leg. After a bit, I felt the bed move and heaviness all around me as he moved my neck from side to side. I started to feel exhausted in trying to figure out what was going on and let myself drift off.

At that point, I heard this booming voice in my head saying, I am here, and I fell asleep. When I awoke, I felt a cool feeling within my body, and I opened my eyes slowly to see the white blur of a person sitting in a chair near me. Hello there, he said. How are you feeling? The doctor told me that it was imperative that my IV keep flowing and that I should try to remain still. He also said that he would sit with me until the first bag was done as he gave me something for pain, which he said would help me to rest. I had been in this weak state for about a week, and honestly, I just did not know if I was going to make it at all, but that booming voice kept coming to me, which gave me strength.

The next morning when I awoke, I could not believe how I was feeling. I actually felt my body and was able to sit up in bed; moving slowly, I tried to get up, eyeing every single object in the room. The huge desk-like table had a lot of surgical-type things, and empty white bags lay in a straight line upon it, and a round stool had some syringes that had been half opened. Seeing the items reminded me that I had an IV in a very peculiar place as I grabbed hold of the pole and slowly arose to my feet.

Once on my feet, I moved slowly toward the bathroom, for I did not want to fall. I was able to wash my face and pull my hair back into a neater ponytail, and as I was turning to hold onto the desk, the door flung open, and the doctor I was familiar with burst into the room. His mouth was wide open, and then a big grin came across his face has he rushed to me to help me back to the bed saying over and over, You have to take it easy, my dear. He then told me that I had been the topic of a few meetings, and the American Indian doctor that restarted my IVs and administered the different antibiotics was to be credited for how I was feeling this morning, and he was astonished to see me up and around, and the staff would be too.

This is so very important, and you will see how important as you continue to read this book, for writing this book became easier for me as I let go and let God, the true author of my fate. I finally realized that I am merely the vessel being used to bring it to light. I had many sleepless nights awakening from sleep to write; it would always begin by me hearing, "See the ark for yourself. No one else can see it for you. You cannot rely on your own understanding of why this is so." But what could that mean? If I didn't quite understand why I am writing, how can I relay it to the world? This was clear to me in Proverbs 3:5–6, Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths. It was God awakening me!

My sufferings have been great and the ordainments powerful as were for the many prophets, evangelists, bishops, pastors, and ministers I have had the pleasure of breaking bread with and studying with throughout my life. My strength comes from within and knowing a bit about my previous works will help you, for as we all know, the truth can hurt, but it will also set you free.

So when I took an in-depth look at what had been bestowed upon me and tuned out all of the noises in my head and around me, it all became clear. My ark was necessary; it is what the world needs, and for this to become successful for me, it would mean that I would be able to help those most important to me, our young who need us to care about their future. I am at ease; this is what being in the Spirit is for me—peaceful.

I have been shown great and enormous power, grounded and rooted in my faith, tackled the obstacles that would keep me from talking about the supernatural, and stayed steadfast on this path, a path that would surely bring peace, joy, and understanding to those that might feel repressed, lost, and alone.

One of our family favorites from the Bible is the divine story of the five pebbles secured by David who slew Goliath. There are other divine stories of obstacles overcome by those of normal stature and the grace shown to man by God throughout time that comes to mind also, but this one has and will always stand out to me.

The number 5 as depicted in A Closer Look at Heaven has on many occasions shown me nothing but grace! For my God has said in Isaiah 66:9, I will not bring you this far to birth and not let you be born. What are the possibilities of a woman being pioneered to remind us of the biblical days to a city and to the world!

A Closer Look at Heaven, my first memoir, did not depict the writing skills of the scholars of today's times, and I am sure that Wilsdom does not either, but it is a courageous effort in giving an accurate account of stories that underline a closeness of spirituality and the heartfelt desire to understand yesterday's mysteries brought forth in today's times.

Let us focus for a moment on our lives as it unfolds among the many ways we are inclined to hear about upcoming historical-making events through books, films, and now the Internet; we need to have positive ideas concerning our spiritual and emotional existence as we know it. The stories in Wilsdom focuses on things that some feel is best talked about in one spiritual arena yet truly with the levels of homicides, five hundred alone in the year ending 2012 in Chicago, and mass murders of innocent children; anything spiritual deserves to be written, talked, and prayed about.

I ask, just for a moment, take a glance upward toward the heavens and hold that stare until you are consumed among its beauty, allowing the glorious thoughts of complete surrendering to peace and tranquility by way of whatever belief you may have of our creation and the enormous power and spirituality in which everything was designed.

God willing these short stories will be brought to life within some kind of theatrical environment, for they are worthy of just that, and I also pray that Wilsdom will have you completely consumed in your life, taking a look at the way you reside in it as a part of this great design, earth! With a transition of purpose to heaven! But for now, we are still here!

A Beautiful Vision

One glorious evening, the most wonderful thing occurred, the moon was glowing so beautifully, no clouds in the sky. I had a sense of peace looking upon the moon that seemed to touch my inner soul. I felt protected and secured and not in a humanly way.

But as I gazed up looking next to it, I want to say there was an illusion. But it was much more than that. It was, oh my, sometimes I do get in a hurry and want the punch line quickly, but through these writings, I have learned to be more patient. So to not rush the story, as if I could, let me tell you who I am—a more formal introduction. You will get to this story in time.

These are my works from the beginning of 2000 to date:

A Recap: A Closer Look at Heaven—Peace at Work

Video: Gele—Head-Wrapping Made Easy

Book: Wilsdom

Book: Wilsdom: Dominion and Power

Blog: Knowing Your Inner Self

I'm Here soundtrack for book Wilsdom: Dominion and Power, my original works of Wilsdom: Dominion and Power, which was published in 2015, Couragejazzbeats, writer/composer. As you read on, the journey continues to take us to the year 2021.

Chapter 1

Rebecca Arlene

I, Rebecca Arlene, was born a special and peculiar person, for the love that I feel for my ancestors is so deep that I truly feel I understand the struggles they had to keep their hearts and soul pure, loving, kind, and forgiving; this inner peace has comforted me time and time again. For God's Word says in 1 Peter 2:9, But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own; that you should show forth the praises of him who has called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

Being blessed by God to have written this book, I will state that I do not care to be called Becky; Becca is polite to me, if someone just has to refer to me out of my name.

Becca sounds really rich, kind, and admirable. I truly know that I have always had a love for Africa, and being dark-skinned was made known to me by Grandmother Rebecca as the most beautiful thing on this earth. I tried desperately to accept this, but it was hard when you are teased on a daily basis about it. My grandmother Emily on my dad's side named me Arlene. I did not know much about her, but I know that her spirit also lives within me.

I really wanted to know where there were people who looked like me in this world, but the only books that I was given to read about Black people, when I asked for books concerning people of African descent from a local librarian, were books on Mandingo. After reading the books, I grew tired of reading about our women being raped and the men being beaten or mutilated. Still as a young child, I wanted more.

One day I just took my time as I looked through the many book titles posted near the top of the library shelves. Being a frequent visitor, I walked up and down the rows and rows of shelved books that looked as though they needed to be free. I sat down and pondered how it may have felt to be confined or restricted.

The walls seemed to cry out to me as I looked around at the much-needed repairs to them. The floorboards were not in the best condition either. But for what it was worth, we at least had a library in our neighbor.

Boom!

A loud thud hit the side of the building, for the library sat adjacent to the only park in the neighborhood, and someone was playing football or just messing around, which made for a great thud to the building.

I had had enough of contemplating my next move, so I continued my journey up and down the aisles. When I came across a book that had a title something like African Treasures or Treasures of Africa, I looked over the shiny cover and opened it up.

There before my eyes were men dressed in beautiful dresses, which I later in life found out were called Agbada's or Grand Buba's four-piece outfits. They had on rich-looking hats called Kufis. I said, I have found my people.

I attempted to check out the book, but the librarian, a short round woman with loud shoes, would not let me; she told me that the book was not what I should be reading at my age. Well, I took the book anyway and got the beating of a lifetime for stealing.

Later on that evening, my mother found me reading the book by the dim light of our closet. She knew that I was different, but she could not help me. Raising five children was not an easy task, and being the eldest of the children, I would always look out for the other children and put myself last. My love for Africa never left me as I grew older, and many years later, I found myself and my people.

It is amazing for me to have photos in my home here in the United States. See Song for Mom for Wilsdom on YouTube.

October 2018, Ogba River, Nigeria

God would touch my life many years before traveling to Nigeria when he united me with my soul mate whom I have been with for a number of years; he is of the Benin tribe. I have developed a deeper understanding of my roots, the spiritual and love for my ancestors, and the calling on my life has helped me in connecting with the African people. This has been a blessing and enabled me to love them unconditionally.

When he lost his brother in Nigeria, of course, he had to go home to do the burial because of his age. By their custom, only certain ages were allowed to bury one another, but what we found out when Uncle Festus died here in the States, (whom I refer to as that because of his nephew, our son) was that task fell upon him at a very early age because his dad took his brother's death really hard. It was then that it became clear to us all that God ordains, he anoints and appoints the overseers of all tasks. My soul mate told me that the burial ceremony took a while to do, unlike the way it is done here in the states. He came back from Nigeria totally drained.

Even though I had conceived two other children, I was told by doctors that I could not bear any more children, but I conceived another male child who became his brother, Courage, in heaven's namesake. It is said by a close friend of our African family that he followed his brother who was very close to him back to America. I was frightened but knew that I had to have this child, for hearing my grandmother Rebecca's words from the days of my youth telling me that I was a very special child gave me much more strength.

One morning, I awoke very early; the sun was already high, and the sunlight came streaming through my bedroom window as I laid there feeling its warmth. The mud cloth picture of the dancing tribal women with their babies on their backs seemed to smile back at me as it compelled me to go outside and embrace the moment; the peace and tranquility helped me to have faith that everything would be okay.

As I stood there listening to the birds, a much louder one chirped near me; it had settled up very high on the end of a pole, but the volume of its chirping stood out. I gazed upward, and it flew down as if to greet me. I had written about this before, but astoundingly, I left out this bird, for it was just too amazing, and I already knew I already had so much I really needed the world to embrace.

The bird flew down near the windowsill and began to dance and chirp, hopping from one leg to the other until I myself was dancing with