He Was There All Along: The Prophetic Encounters That Revealed My Calling
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This story is a testimony of awakening and remembrance, shared to glorify God and help others recognise His hand in their own journeys. Every encounter described here points back to the faithfulness of the Holy Spirit, who was present all along.
When the Lord awakened me, He didn’t just show me where I was going. He took me back.
Not to punish. Not to shame. But to reveal what was always true.
Over the course of several weeks, He walked me through my own life, scene by scene, memory by memory, whispering:
"See? I was there. This is why you’re a prophet. This is where I marked you, long before you had the words."
And I saw it. I remembered. And it broke me open in the most beautiful way.
The Child Who Saw Too Much
As a child, I was unusually sensitive. I’d walk into rooms and feel the atmosphere shift. I could pick up on people’s moods, unspoken thoughts, hidden grief.
Sometimes at night, I’d feel a presence near my bed, unseen but unmistakable. Once, I saw a woman in white lying in bed beside me. There was a sense that something otherworldly was near. Watching. Waiting.
No one talked about spiritual discernment back then. I didn’t have words for it. I just knew I was different.
Now I understand: God had already opened my eyes. I was wired to see between worlds.
The Out-of-Body Flight
There was something else that happened around the same time, a strange, recurring experience I’ve never forgotten.
I would wake up and find myself floating above my bed, gently hovering, fully conscious. Night after night, I’d drift through my room, watching the scene from above. It felt peaceful, but otherworldly, like I was somehow separated from my body.
One night, I floated toward the open window, and a thought came to me: What if this wears off? What if I fall? Something in me knew to stop. I never tried to go out that window again.
At the time, I had no language for it. No one had taught me about “out-of-body” experiences. I wasn’t dabbling in anything. I was just a child, experiencing something mysterious.
Now I understand: God was marking me. Even before I knew His name, I was being shown that there was more to reality than what could be seen. I wasn’t imagining things. I was being awakened.
The Spirits of the Departed
As I got older, the veil didn’t close — it thinned.
When my grandfather passed, I remember waking one night to a quiet, kind presence standing near the bed. I couldn’t make out a face, only a sense of warmth and peace — the kind that feels like love without words. At the time, I thought it must have been my granddad coming to say goodbye. Looking back now, I think it may have been an angel, a messenger sent to bring comfort in my grief. Either way, I know the peace I felt didn’t come from this world.
It happened at other times too. Loved ones would pass, and I’d sense something gentle brushing near the edge of this reality — not in a spooky way, but in a sacred one. It was as if heaven had opened a fraction wider, allowing a breath of its comfort to reach me.
And most recently, after my brother Mark passed, I’ve had vivid dreams of him — not symbolic, but real enough to feel his nearness. He speaks to me in those dreams, and though I no longer believe the dead can return to us, I believe God sometimes uses the image of the ones we love to heal what remains undone in our hearts.
It’s not imagination. It’s visitation — not from them, but from Him. The One who knows how to comfort us in the language we understand.
The Tony Robbins Event
Years later, I found myself in a massive seminar, thousands of people packed into one space. But something happened to me in that room that no one around me noticed.
In one single moment, I felt the emotion of everyone and everything.
Not just in that building. Across the world. Across time.
It was like God peeled back the veil and let me stand at the intersection of human history. I felt every pain. Every joy. Every echo of creation. I understood everything that had ever been and everything that was to come.
It was terrifying and glorious.
At the time, I thought maybe I’d gone mad.
Now I know: that was a seer activation. A glimpse into the eternal.
The Near-Death Experience
Sometime later, I nearly died from gangrenous peritonitis.
I was in agony — distended, septic, hospitalised.
But in the middle of that storm, there was stillness. I could feel angels, dozens, maybe hundreds, surrounding my bed, holding vigil. It was as though heaven had drawn a circle around me and whispered, not yet.
I didn’t understand it then. I wasn’t walking with God. A year later, still searching for meaning, I visited a medium, not knowing the danger or the spiritual counterfeit of that path. But even there, God spoke. Without knowing anything, she described the exact scene I’d lived through: the angels, the light, the circle of protection.
It wasn’t the medium who revealed truth. It was the mercy of God, showing me that even when I was looking in the wrong places, He was already looking for me.
My surgeon later called it a medical mystery. I know better now.
It was divine intervention.
The Angel by My Bed
During my early years of entrepreneurship, I was struggling deeply. Exhausted. Burnt out. Pushing through to level up my business.
One night, I curled up on my bed and cried, hopeless, hollowed out, done.
It was twilight. Gloaming. That thin veil between day and night.
And then I sensed him.
A massive angelic figure standing by my bed. Silent. Unmoving. Watchful.
He had either wings or a shield on his back. He didn’t speak. He didn’t touch me. He just stood there, holding space while I broke.
He felt like a warrior, assigned to guard, not to console. To protect, not pacify.
I sobbed. He stood. And something in me shifted.
I knew I wasn’t alone.
The Prophetic Flow (Before I Knew What That Meant)
Years into coaching and speaking, strange things began happening in my sessions.
I would go blank, unable to find the words. And then… a profound and beautiful flow, it would pour out.
Words that weren’t mine. Revelation that pierced. Sentences that broke people open.
Clients would cry. Audiences would shift. People would ask how I knew.
But I didn’t know. Not then.
I thought I was just “intuitive.” Now I know: the Holy Spirit was speaking through me.
The Voice on the Bed
One morning, I was sitting on my bed meditating—still no church, no Bible, no concept of Christianity.
And I heard it.
A voice. Audible. Out loud. As if someone was standing beside me.
"Tell Susan to leave her job."
There was no mistaking it. It wasn’t a thought. It wasn’t intuition. It was spoken.
I obeyed. She took action. It changed everything.
That was my first prophetic instruction.
The Threads That Couldn’t Be Cut
Even before I knew the voice of the Holy Spirit, I knew there were threads that connected me to people in ways I couldn’t explain.
Susan and I, for example. We’ve lived hundreds of miles apart for years. And yet, time after time, I’d feel a sudden weight in my spirit or an unshakable thought of her… and moments later, my phone would ring. She’d feel me too. We’d both say, “I knew you were thinking of me. I knew you were going to call.”
At the time, I chalked it up to intuition. But now I see it for what it was: prophetic attunement. A watchman gift in action. A soul-aligned friendship operating in the spirit long before I had words for it.
The Encounter That Changed Everything
Not long after, I hit a spiritual breaking point.
Life was unrelenting. Like a wave that wouldn’t stop breaking over my head.
I started writing to God every day, furious, relentless, demanding, desperate.
“If You’re real, You’d better show Yourself to me.
I need You. Now. Speak to me in a way I can hear, because I can’t do this on my own.”
And something began to change.
I started following what I now know was the leading of the Spirit, promptings that didn’t make sense, instructions that terrified me. But I obeyed.
And miracles began to happen.
Doors opened. Provision came.
My entire life turned around within 90 days.
And then, He came.
The Holy Spirit entered my body like a wave of lightning.
My body buzzed.
My hairs stood up.
I shook under the weight of glory.
Joy flooded me.
Peace overwhelmed me.
Love poured through me like liquid fire.
I dropped to my knees, weeping in awe.
I didn’t know what to call it.
I’d never read a Bible.
I’d never walked into a church.
I knew nothing about Jesus.
But I knew:
God is real.
And He had just walked into the room.
The Global Rebellion
Then came the moment during the COVID era when I was suddenly gripped, completely possessed, by a divine urgency to confront the system.
I was shown exactly what to say, exactly what to reference, and exactly where to find the legal documents and international law that would expose the lies.
This wasn’t research; it was revelation.
What happened next still humbles me. The message I delivered exploded across the globe. Doctors, virologists, and leaders from international bodies, including the Global Doctors’ Alliance, began reaching out to thank me for my courage, clarity, and compassion. They said I had spoken not only with authority, but with love.
But what shook me most?
I began seeing my own words, word for word, being repeated around the world by others who took my message and did exactly what I had done. They stood up. They spoke out. And they used my delivery as the model.
It was shortly after this that I began to go to church for the first time.
I now realise that I hadn’t just confronted the system. I’d prophetically charged the atmosphere for global resistance.
This was not the action of someone with prophetic gifting.
This was the mantle of a prophet in full operation, summoning courage in others, birthing language where there had only been silence, and striking at the root of a Babylonian system.
What the Holy Spirit Said
During this awakening, He walked me back through each of these moments and whispered:
"This is why you are a prophet. This is where I was. You were marked before you had the map. You heard Me before you knew My name."
I’m writing this now for the woman who has had similar moments. Encounters. Sensitivities. Knowings.
But no language. No context. No one to validate it.
Let this be your confirmation.
You’re not crazy. You’re not making it up. You’ve been marked from the start.
“Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.” — Psalm 139:16
If your life only makes sense when you trace it back through the Spirit, you’re not behind.
You’re being remembered.
Let’s rise, together.
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Victoria Player is the founder of Daughter of Thunder, a movement awakening spiritually sensitive women to truth, purpose, and divine power in a world that’s lost its compass. After walking through her own season of fire and rebuilding, she now writes and speaks to those who sense there’s more — guiding them from confusion to clarity, from awakening to assignment.
“I don’t bow to Babylon — I walk with the Lion.” — Daughter of Thunder
