Part 4 – 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, written to glorify God and help others recognise His fingerprints on their own lives. Everything shared here points back to the faithfulness of the Holy Spirit, who was present long before I knew how to recognise His voice.
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 had always been true.
Over several weeks, He walked me through my life, memory by memory, scene by scene, whispering:
“See? I was there. This is where I marked you. This is why you are a prophet, long before you had the language for it.”
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. Rooms had atmospheres. People had spiritual weight. I could feel hidden grief, silent tension, unspoken thoughts.
Sometimes at night, I sensed a presence beside my bed. Once, I saw a woman clothed in white lying next to me. I didn’t understand it. No one taught me about discernment. I just knew I was different.
Now I know the truth. God had already opened my spiritual sight. My eyes were wired to see between worlds long before I had a name for it.
The Out-of-Body Drift
Around the same time, I began waking to find myself floating above my bed — conscious, calm, gently hovering. Night after night, I drifted through my room, watching from above.
One night, I floated toward the open window. A knowing rose inside me: If this stops, you will fall.
I pulled back. I never tried again.
I had no grid for this. No teaching. No occult exposure. No practices. I was a child.
Now I understand: God was marking me for the unseen realm. Showing me there was more to reality than the physical. Awakening my spirit before I knew His name.
Glimpses of Heaven’s Comfort
As loved ones passed throughout my life, I often sensed a gentle, peaceful presence near my bed. Not a face. Not a ghost. A warmth that felt like love without words.
At the time, I thought it was a family member visiting to say goodbye. Now I know better: God sometimes sends His comfort in a way we can recognise, using symbols our hearts understand.
After a close family member passed, I had vivid dreams of him — not symbolic, but real enough to feel like a visitation. I no longer believe the dead return. I believe God uses familiar imagery to heal what still aches.
It wasn’t imagination. It was mercy.
The Room That Split Open
Years later, in a large seminar hall packed with thousands, something happened to me that no one else saw.
In a single moment, I felt everything. Every person. Every emotion. It was as though God pulled back the veil and let me stand inside the heartbeat of humanity.
Past, present, future.
Joy, grief, history, eternity.
All of it. At once.
I thought I was losing my mind. Now I know it was a seer activation — a glimpse into the eternal.
The Near-Death Encounter
Then came the day my body began to shut down. Gangrenous peritonitis. Septic. Distended. Collapsing.
In the midst of agony, I felt a stillness. Angels surrounded my hospital bed — dozens, maybe hundreds — forming a circle of protection. Heaven stood watch and whispered, Not yet.
Later, a well-meaning spiritual practitioner, unaware of my situation, described the exact scene in detail. Not because she had power. But because God used even that moment to confirm His presence over my life.
My surgeon called it a medical mystery. I know it was divine intervention.
The Angelic Guard
During a difficult season of entrepreneurship, I reached breaking point. Late one evening, as twilight blurred the edges of the day, I lay on my bed weeping.
And I sensed him.
A towering angelic figure stood by my bed. Not comforting. Not soft. A warrior. Shielded. Assigned.
He didn’t speak. He simply stood as I cried. And something in me shifted.
I knew heaven was guarding me.
The Prophetic Flow Before I Knew the Spirit
As I coached and spoke, strange things began happening.
I would go blank — and then the words would pour out.
Sentences that pierced.
Phrases that broke people open.
Revelation beyond my understanding.
Clients would cry. Audiences would shift. People would ask how I knew.
I didn’t know.
Not then.
Now I know the truth: it was the Holy Spirit speaking through me.
The Audible Voice
One quiet morning, long before church, Bible, or belief, I was sitting on my bed meditating when I heard it.
A voice. Out loud. Audible. Clear.
“Tell Susan to leave her job.”
Not a thought. Not intuition. Spoken.
I obeyed without hesitation. She took action. It changed everything.
That was my first prophetic directive.
The Unbreakable Threads
Even before I understood spiritual communication, I learned that God could tie people together in ways that defy logic.
There was a friend with whom I shared a strange bond. Sometimes I’d feel a sudden weight or urgency in my spirit and moments later, she would call. She sensed me too.
At the time I called it intuition. Now I know it was prophetic attunement — a watchman’s knowing.
The Breaking That Became a Beginning
Eventually, life pressed me to the edge.
I wrote to God every day, demanding, collapsing, begging Him to reveal Himself.
“If You’re real, show Yourself. I need You now. Speak to me in a way I understand.”
And things began to shift.
Doors opened.
Provision came.
My life turned around in ninety days.
And then He came.
The Holy Spirit entered my body like a wave of living lightning. My whole being buzzed. Peace and love flooded me like liquid fire. I dropped to my knees, shaking, undone.
I had never read a Bible.
Never stepped foot in a church.
I knew nothing of Jesus.
But I knew God had walked into the room.
The Global Stand
During the COVID era, a sudden divine urgency overtook me. I was shown exactly what to say, what to reference, which documents to find. Not studied. Not researched. Revealed.
The message exploded globally. Professionals, experts, leaders reached out to thank me for my courage and compassion.
People repeated my words, word for word. They stood up. They spoke out. They rose.
Only now do I see it: that wasn’t a gift.
That was a mantle.
The Whisper That Explained Everything
During my awakening, the Spirit walked me back through each moment and whispered:
“This is who you are. This is where I was. You were marked before you had the map. You heard Me before you knew My name.”
I am writing this for the woman who has lived her own unexplainable moments — the sensitivities, the knowings, the encounters — with no language for any of it.
This is your confirmation.
You’re not imagining it.
You’re not unstable.
You’re not behind.
You’ve been marked from the beginning.
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 traced through the Spirit, you are not late.
You are being remembered.
Let’s rise, together.
This message carries fire. Pass it on. 👇🏻
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
