Experiences from The Lord God Almighty: Part 1

By Rebecca Walters Hopkins

Are you ready to embark on a transformative journey of personal growth, where you embrace a shift that will change your life? In my life story, I vividly describe intimate moments when I felt the hand of God guiding me, leading me towards my true destiny. During these profound experiences, I found guidance on navigating the challenges of everyday life. With every step, I am humbled by the boundless mercy, love, and grace that God displays as he leads me. Through the lessons from God in this book, my life underwent a profound transformation, and you, too, can experience the same life-changing impact. Through God's teachings, we can progressively develop qualities that mirror his own divine nature. Are you ready to start a new chapter filled with exciting experiences? Do you often think of your loved ones in heaven and feel their presence? Asking God for guidance begins with a simple act of prayer, where God will help guide you and give you what you need. Prepare yourself for a life-altering change that will bring you an abundance of joy and love. God's love is like nothing you have ever experienced. He is always there, waiting to help you. His love and mercy will make a profound impact on your life, just as it has on mine. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Mar 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798765250068

Rebecca Walters Hopkins

She has an extraordinary gift granted to her from God. She is clairaudient and hears from God repeatedly. Her spirit guides and her father guide her daily from heaven. This is her fourth book, and she uses her gifts of empathy and mediumship to help others understand lessons from God. She shares how prayer changes her life and will help you grow. The experiences continue.

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EXPERIENCES

FROM THE

Lord God

Almighty

PART 1

Rebecca Walters Hopkins

Copyright © 2024 Rebecca Walters Hopkins.

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Balboa Press rev. date:   02/22/2024

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

PROLOGUE

PART

1

GOD’S LESSONS

REFERENCES

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I dedicate this book to the Lord God Almighty. I am honored to experience his grace, love, guidance, and mercy. His lessons have transformed me into a more compassionate and loving individual. God’s lessons revealed in this book help us learn to be more like him. I feel grateful for my husband’s unwavering love and support during the process of authoring this book.

PROLOGUE

G od chose me, Rebecca, to be his messenger. This did not happen overnight. This journey has developed and grown over 45 years, with changes in myself, my life, through God’s guidance. I share with you the things God wants you to know how to better yourself and others. God shows me the way through my abilities he has given me since birth. God created my gifts to help you understand he is real. Now, I hear from the Lord God Almighty. He asks me to write what he says to help people to understand it is God. You have free will if you want to accept his grace and knowledge. God is all knowing and merciful to those who listen to God’s words and love.

Let me share a little about myself to help you understand how my abilities work and how they developed. Growing up in a large family, and the youngest of 7 children, meant noise always surrounded me. My family’s financial status put us in the middle of the social ladder. Our modest house sat on 20 acres of land in a peaceful rural community in Raeford, North Carolina. The inner longing for more has always burned inside me. My long messy brown hair with highlights falls in loose waves around my face, accentuating my unusual hazel-green eyes. Adding blonde highlights to my hair makes me feel liberated. I cannot help but feel like my true self. Weightlifting is my go-to exercise to keep my body in peak condition. My strong will and independent nature have been with me my entire life. I am a terrible speller, but love reading and writing. I find it satisfying to create words that have a more fluid quality than conventional English. I enjoy lounging in the sun, feeling the warmth on my skin, and then taking a plunge into the pool. There is something magical about wearing a white cotton sundress with bare feet and smelling the sweet scent of roses in the garden. In games, I am drawn to those that require strategic thinking, like dice games that involve playing with fake money. My vision of making paths in the garden and yard has always been important to the flow of my surroundings. My best ideas come when I am alone, and my mind is free to wander. I cherish the moments of peace and tranquility that come with spending time alone with my dog. My passion for cooking is reflected in every dish I prepare, where I try to incorporate complex flavors. Places in Italy, Egypt, and the Mediterranean have always mesmerized me with their exceptional beauty. As a young child, I felt unique among my siblings. My passion for animals always took precedence over my desire to become a mother. I always avoided dating or marrying anyone who expressed a desire to have children. Whenever I think back on my childhood, I cannot help but remember people saying to me, you’re a special person, you’re special. These words and phrases directed towards me during holidays, birthdays, and special events always seemed to stick out. I never understood how they saw or felt I was special in their eyes. Especially when my mother and siblings made me feel inferior to them. My mother loved to be in control of everything, no matter how insignificant. She had cropped her dark hair short, which drew attention to her captivating green eyes and lips. My mother’s figure remained in top shape, a source of pride for her, even after giving birth to 7 children. It brought her joy to be admired for it. My mother never left the house without applying her makeup. She placed great importance on the opinions and judgments of others in her own life. My bond with my mother always felt strained, like a constant weight on my shoulders. No matter how hard I tried to connect with her. Feeling uneasy, watching everything I shared with her because of her controlling nature. My father was the only one who made me feel at ease. We shared a connection that felt deeper than just friendship, more like kindred spirits. My father, Archie, was a simple man, always wearing a baseball cap and as short as me. He loved to make people laugh with his humor and jokes. Archie loved woodworking in his garage, gardening in his backyard, or cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Archie’s short, wavy, dark hair complemented his beautiful blue eyes, which were full of love and compassion. He was a workaholic but showed others acts of kindness. His fedora hat was his go-to accessory for special occasions, giving him a confident, cool look. Every Sunday, my family attended a cozy community church filled with the sounds of hymns and friendly greetings. My upbringing taught me to hold religious beliefs in the highest regard. As a young teenager, I rode my bike 2 miles every Saturday to clean the church. Many times, I stood alone in front of the altar. My eyes fixed on the massive wooden cross, wondering what God expected of me. I asked, "God, what am I to do for you? I feel I am supposed to do something big for you. But I do not know what it is." Waiting for a response, the only sound I heard was my breathing. I felt God’s comforting presence everywhere, as if he had never left my side. I never felt alone.

One Saturday in the fall, Meredith and I spent the morning collecting pine straw from the churchyard. The frigid air nipped at my cheeks, and I had tucked my long brown hair inside my black knitted cap. At 11 years old, skinny, and underdeveloped, I turned around and noticed 3 young men leaving the church through the side door. Fear overtook me, and I found myself unable to move or speak, as my instincts told me they were dangerous. One of them held a butcher knife, its blade glistened in the morning sun. Meredith’s eyes widened as she saw them, and she froze. With a forceful shove, one guy pushed her into the car door. The cold car door pressed against her back as the man held the sharp knife to her throat. One man stood beside him, his intense gaze fixed on me, while the other rummaged through the car for the keys. Frozen with fear, I could do nothing but watch. When he found her keys, the young man with long, curly brown hair snatched Meredith’s arm and shoved her onto the ground. They jumped into the car, and they sped away from the churchyard. The car swerved out of the parking area, sending a cloud of gravel dust into the air. I snapped out of it as Meredith looked up at me with concern and stood up. My instincts screamed at me they would return, and I could not ignore it.

Gripping her forearm. We gotta run, run! They’re gonna come back! RUN!

Her house was located only 3 miles away. The sound of my heart pounding in my chest drowned out everything else. I ran as fast as I could as she followed me. In front of the church’s parking area, there was a dirt road that led towards her house. It served as a convenient shortcut. I felt the dampness of the morning dew on the tree branches brush against my arms. The air around me felt charged with a sense of divine guidance. I made my way down the narrow road towards her house. Behind me, I stole a quick glance at her.

Her appearance looked haggard. Sweat pouring down my face. Run faster! Run! They’re coming back!

We sprinted another mile. I heard our feet pounding on the highway pavement. As soon as my feet touched the grass in her yard, my heart pounded. I saw her husband outside the house. His face twisted with concern. Gasping for air, I collapsed at the edge of their yard, my heart beating with a mix of fear and relief. She rushed to him and explained what had happened in a hurried, panicked voice. Lying there crying, smelling the earthy scent of the grass, and feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. I realized we made it out unharmed.

The cops apprehended the prisoners during the evening hours in South Carolina. They had escaped the youth center, a prison for young offenders was about ten miles away. It poured rain the night they escaped and found refuge in our church. They cut up 5 of the choir robes and vandalized parts of the church, leaving behind an apology note. The 3 men sliced Meredith’s car seats and dashboard into pieces.

Weeks later, when I walked into the courtroom with Meredith and my parents. The click of my heels echoed through the room and drew attention to the people in the courtroom. The mere idea of testifying about what I saw made my heart race and my palms sweat. My mother curled my long brown hair, worried about how I would look in court. I wore a navy dress and black dress shoes. I recognized all 3 men when I glanced over at them. They gave me a scrutinizing look and then huddled together, whispering to their lawyer. I surprised the prisoners in the courtroom by being a girl instead of a boy. They intended to come back and kidnap us, but changed their minds upon realizing I was not a girl. My instincts had been right. I felt relieved to find out my testimony was unnecessary. Justice was served as all 3 prisoners received an additional 15-year sentence.

The church felt eerie and unsettling when I was alone after the incident. Even though they were in prison, the memories flooded my mind. My heart raced and my palms grew sweaty as fear consumed me, alone in the church. Returning the key to the person who gave it to me, noticing how heavy it felt in my hand. Reflecting on my past, I see how evil forces attempted to stunt my personal development. The trauma I had faced left me feeling isolated and alone, with no emotional support to lean on. No one ever brought up the events that occurred after the men’s imprisonment. But during the episode, I had a clear vision of the future, which enabled me to keep us safe.

God would prepare me for what lay ahead, beginning at that moment. In becoming a humble messenger of my Lord, I had to learn, obey, and put my trust in him. Growing into a rebellious teenager, I felt a deep desire to explore beyond the familiar surroundings of my childhood. One day, I encountered a kind and remarkable young man named Daniel. I called him Dan in my previous books, but everyone who knew him well called him Danny. His adventurous nature made him stand out from the rest with his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. No matter where we went, people recognized him. This was one reason I loved him. He stood tall at 6 feet and had an insatiable appetite for all kinds of food. A passion for fast cars and enjoyed hunting trips with a cold beer in hand. Despite the thrilling and exciting adventures, there was a sense of incompleteness that lingered. We dated for over a year and after my parents divorced; we moved in together. Freck, my beautiful red and white cocker spaniel, lived with us in a small, old rental house. Was my first home as an adult. Before she became my puppy, someone had abandoned her alone in an apartment. From the moment we met, she was always hungry. Despite her carefree personality, Freck’s eyes always scanned the floor for even the smallest sign of food. The cruelty of leaving her behind alone had affected her. To help Freck overcome her fears, I allowed her to eat whenever she felt hungry.

Danny’s laughter echoed through our house until tragedy struck a year later. He died in a car crash in his twenties. Unable to afford the rental, the owners evicted me and my dog after Danny’s funeral. At 20 years old, I experienced another unexpected tragedy that turned my life upside down. My youngest brother offered me a place to stay while I looked for alternative housing I could afford alone. Imagining life without him felt unbearable, and accepting his absence would take years. I would not realize until in my late forties Danny is one of my spirit guides and had been since he died.

To fill the void in my life. I became friends with a fellow thrill seeker at the hair salon where I worked for 2 years. This path I took would lead to destruction and regret. Toxic individuals surrounded me, which had a negative impact on my life. Sadly, Freck’s head had a cancerous tumor form that was terminal. I made the tough decision to put my beloved pet down during these times. Right before her death, I purchased a gorgeous black and white cocker spaniel puppy from a local breeder. I named her Speck. People called me Beck, so Freck and Speck seemed appropriate in naming my furry friends. I loved my animals; they were my children and treated them like people, my family. My life revolved around partying for years, never finding a reason to slow down. A part of my heart still unfilled, wanting, needing more. I divorced this man when I was 32, who belittled and criticized me towards the end of our relationship. Drugs and alcohol had become the central focus of his life, resulting in the end of our marriage. After working 15 years at the same hair salon, I could not stand the nauseating pink walls anymore and needed a change. So, I quit. I found the perfect building with plenty of natural light and an open floor plan. It was perfect for my salon. I imagined the one thousand square foot space filled with the warmth of Italy, using rich colors to create an inviting ambiance. The space felt expansive and grand because of the white tile floors and tall ceilings. In the salon, I satisfied my creative impulses by handpicking exquisite stone pillars for each section. With my design, each area flows into the next, providing my clients with an experience unlike any other in the area. The success of my salon has continued from 2002 to the present day.

Returning to my faith. I had prayed to God countless times, asking him to bless me with a partner who would cherish, love, respect, and honor me. God answered my prayer, and that is when I met my current husband, Michael. He has a heart that is overflowing with love, kindness, and compassion. His love has been a saving grace, bringing healing to the broken parts of my soul that needed repair. When he invited Speck and me to live with him, we said yes. She adored him as much as I did. Speck loved to run, chase squirrels, and was intelligent. Her black and white fur felt soft, like a rabbit’s fur. Speck and I did everything together for 16 years. He welcomed her into our home for 8 years. Until her failing heart required us to make the tough decision to put her down. We were both devastated by this loss. Before her death, we adopted a schnoodle from a friend. We named her Noodle, and she became great friends with Speck. She is such a darling 20-pound schnoodle. Her soft curly gray poodle hair and beautiful small brown eyes, framed with long black lashes. We loved watching her confidence radiate as she walked with a swagger and attitude. Noodle has the sweetest, most loving, innocent spirit and is very obedient. Her nature wanted to please you. It did not take long for her to become my favorite dog. I fell for her because of the depth of her unconditional love.

Michael’s Italian heritage is obvious in his dark wavy hair, brown eyes, and sun-kissed skin. You can find Michael sporting his favorite casual cargo pants and a simple t-shirt. He enjoys adrenaline rushes, cooking, baking, gardening, and bargain hunting. I pick at him and tell him he is a wheeler and a dealer. With his unconditional love and support, my soul begins to heal.

Just when things were improving in my life, my father’s death on March 13, 2012, shattered my world. It devastated my soul to lose my father. The shock of such a significant loss awakened my dormant abilities God gave me at birth.

While healing from the loss of my father. I spent hours, weeks, months poring over books and articles, absorbing all the information I could about empaths. They are emotional sponges, absorbing energy and picking up on things around them others do not. I realized how negative people and their energy affected my health while discovering I am a strong empath.

God chose Johnathan, an intuitive medium, to mentor me in my empathic and mediumship skills. Our 30 phone sessions allowed us to connect on a deep level, even though we never met face-to-face. His understanding voice was like a beacon of hope, revealing the path to finding the missing pieces of my life’s puzzle. It was as if someone had switched a light on inside me, illuminating the path I needed to take for God. My efforts, coupled with Johnthan’s guidance, led me to realize meditation would develop my abilities. To find inner peace, I vowed to meditate and document my journey in a journal daily. It is no easy feat to learn how to quiet the mind and connect with your inner self. Within seconds, I can now achieve a meditative state instead of the usual 30-minute process of calming my mind. Through practice and dedication, I have become a master of meditation. Before I start, I pray for guidance and protection from evil. During this time, I began my first book, writing everything I learned about myself and the other side. It took a couple of years, but I learned how to cleanse my soul. My abilities grew, such as clairvoyance, clear knowing, clairaudience, empathy, and clairsentience. I discovered I was a medium, able to communicate with the other side. God’s instruction was clear. I must only communicate with heavenly souls, not with earthly or dark spirits, because they would harm me. I prayed daily, and it led me to make significant changes in my lifestyle to cleanse my mind and body. After realizing the harmful effects of hard liquor, I switched to only drinking red wine. To eat healthier, it was important to decrease my red meat consumption. I cut back on processed foods and eliminated soda from my diet. To maintain a healthy lifestyle, I limit myself to drinking only water, while also incorporating more fish and vegetables into my diet. I complement this with daily exercise, prayer, meditation, and journaling. To cleanse my home, salon, and soul, I requested holy water and a priest’s blessing from my Catholic friend. With God’s help, I have asked for forgiveness and eliminated toxic individuals from my life. Toxic individuals included family, coworkers, and friends. My body feels better, cleaner and renewed more than ever in my life. God guided me to do these things through my prayers. Writing 4 books for God during this period taught me many things, especially during the writing of the first book.

While writing my first book, Living Life as an Empath and Medium. While I sunbathed in my garden, is when I heard a powerful male voice speak to me. I learned later it was my master guide.

The male voice sounded loud, clear, and felt powerful when he spoke into my right ear. If you look for the general in power fifty years after Julius Caesar, you will find who you were.

Jumping up out of the lounge chair, startled to hear this. As I ran towards the house, my towel flapped in the wind behind me. The words kept ringing in my ears. I sat on the couch and researched Rome’s history during the fifty-year period following Julius Caesar’s reign. There was only one person who ruled during this period. As I looked at my reflection, I realized I was none other than Octavian Augustus, the great emperor of Rome. Sitting on the couch, I found it and became lost in thought while staring at Octavian. I researched for months everything I could about Octavian. Through my research, I discovered well over 100 similarities between him and me. Here are 25: He loved the rich flavors of food, a taste for lemons, fruits, fish, cheese, red wine, crunchy bread, soups, and stews. Researching Riunite Lambrusco online, I discovered it was the favorite wine of Livia, the wife of Augustus, and made in Italy. It was amusing to me, as it was also the first wine I ever purchased in my twenties. He wore a white tunic with a purple or burgundy sash cinched at his waist. The contrast between his blonde hair and bright blue eyes was striking. Instead of fussing with his hair, he entrusted a barber to take care of it. Octavian’s favorite pastime was playing dice games, and he had no desire to have any children. He spent countless hours writing in his office and constructing 3 libraries to house his vast collection of literature. Lying in the sun by his private pool was his favorite way to relax and recharge. Octavian enjoyed spending hours in his garden, surrounded by the vibrant colors and sweet fragrances of his beloved roses. He had a strong, independent nature, always thinking for himself and never letting others sway his opinions. Octavian sailed on the Mediterranean and engaged in battles. Driven by his hatred for Cleopatra, he launched an invasion in Egypt and much more.

In this life, I am reborn as Rebecca. As I pieced together the puzzle, the enormity of it hit me. This one piece explained my lifelong sense of differing from my family. And my unshakeable fascination with Italy, Egypt, and the Mediterranean Sea. I never desired to have children, and my inner voice seemed masculine. And Octavian lived when Jesus lived. They almost crossed paths near the 3 temples Herod built in honor of Octavian Augustus. Later, I discovered I had prayed to God to be born as a girl, but my soul is male. My second chance in life is contingent on doing God’s work. My soul must learn from my past mistakes. Through Jesus Christ, teaching me how to become a better person and do what God asks me to do. Thanks to God’s gifts, I have discovered I am not alone on this journey. I have 3 spirit guides to help me. With my clairaudience, I can now hear their voices. Before they speak to me, I hear a distinctive tune that identifies them. Through these years, their guidance, love, and protection, I have grown to love them. I also can hear my father’s voice and he loves to play his favorite gospel music before he talks to me. And one particular song, Don’t Speak, by No Doubt. Some other songs he plays, I’ll Fly Away, What A Friend We Have in Jesus, and so many more. On rare occasions, I hear from Michael’s mother. She plays one song Dec’ 63, funny the year my husband was born, and it was a favorite song they shared. I made countless changes in my life to receive messages from my Lord and Savior. My soul is now clean.

During these times, my spirit guides have taught me how to cleanse and bless the entire inside of the house. Through this protection, I can open my mind to the words of God speaking to me through my clairaudience while meditating. They have instructed me to cleanse my home every week and I have for 7 years now. I also have cleansed and blessed the salon. When I burn the frankincense, myrrh and sage in each room, the rich aroma lingers throughout my home. I ask God to fill my home with his love during this process. Sage cleanses my home, and frankincense and myrrh purify it. As I prepare to meditate, I pray for God to grant me his divine protection from evil and listen to receive his message. It is a humble honor to be chosen as God’s messenger and listen to our Lord and Savior’s words.

I learned my master guide was an angel through my sessions with Jonathan. Through his gifts, he had knowledge shown to him that my master guide was an angel. But his name was not revealed until 2019 in my 4th book, Experiences Never Stop Part 3. I cannot see my master guide, only hear him. God surprised me with this knowledge. His name is Gabriel, the angel who revealed to Mary in the Bible she would bear the child, Jesus. I feel astounded I have an angel by my side, guiding me, who has seen thousands of years come and go. When Gabriel speaks to me, his voice exudes authority like a military commander. He always plays the Shout song, by Tears for Fears, before I hear from him. His voice is so loud and powerful that it shakes me out of my thoughts whenever I hear it. I feel like I have a personal bodyguard, and his powerful presence feels intense. My clairaudience grants me the ability to hear the celestial voices of Gabriel and my spirit guides. When alone, I speak aloud to my guides, but when I am around people, I speak to