She Died in a Shooting & Jesus Revealed 3 Celebrities Burning in Hell…
My name is Rebecca. And on a Sunday afternoon in March of 2007, three bullets tore through my chest and I died on the sidewalk.
But what I’m about to tell you isn’t about the shooting. It’s about what happened in the 9 minutes my heart stopped beating.
Because Jesus himself pulled me out of my body and he took me to a place I was never supposed to see.
A place where three of the most famous celebrities in the world, names you know, names whose music you’ve danced to, whose movies you’ve watched, whose faces you’ve seen on magazine covers your whole life, were burning in hell.
And Jesus looked me in the eye and said, “Rebecca, go back. Tell them what you saw before it’s too late for them, too.
Now listen to me carefully.” I have been trying to make this video for 6 weeks.
My phone has died three times. My computer has frozen. Two nights ago, I woke up at 3:00 a.m.
And something dark was standing at the foot of my bed whispering for me to stay quiet.
But I won’t. Because what Jesus showed me about these three celebrities and the warning he gave me about your eternity is too important to bury.
So, stay with me. Don’t scroll away because by the end of this video, you’re going to know exactly who I saw, what they were doing, and what Jesus said would happen if you don’t listen.
Let me take you back to the day I died. I was born into a family of 16 children.
Yes, you heard me right. 16. My daddy was a preacher. My mama was an evangelist.
Our house wasn’t a home. It was a church with beds in it. Prayer meetings every morning, Bible study every afternoon, revival every Friday night.
I couldn’t breathe without hitting a hymnal. And while other children were riding bikes and watching cartoons, I was memorizing scripture and learning to fast.
By the time I was 19, I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran. I ran into every sin I’d been warned about.
The clubs, the bottles, the men, the cigarettes, the lies. If my parents said don’t, I said, “Watch me.”
I chased modeling. I chased fame. I wanted my face on billboards. I wanted everyone who’d called me the preacher’s daughter to see me on a movie screen, but every door slammed.
Every audition ended in silence. Every agent ghosted me. I didn’t know it then, but God was blocking every single door because he had a different plan for me.
A plan I was about to learn the hard way. For 26 years, I ran from God.