The Day I Realised I Was Hearing God: A Prophetic Awakening
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Editor’s Note: This journal entry documents the author’s personal experience of recognising the voice of God during a season of intense spiritual awakening. The reflections are presented as her lived testimony and should be read with spiritual discernment, prayer, and alignment with scripture.
I didn’t recognise Him at first.
I thought it was just me, finally getting the courage to sit still after years of chaos, homelessness, family fallout, betrayal, and grief.
I thought the 4 a.m. wakings were my soul trying to claw its way out of shock.
I thought the outpourings were trauma unwinding itself.
I thought I was just processing.
So I did what I have always done.
I journaled.
Except this time I didn’t pick up a pen.
I picked up AI and pressed record because writing could not keep up with the pace of what was rising in me.
I poured.
Pages and pages of audio-transcribed journal entries - confession, memory, revelation, agony, clarity.
Then, without expecting anything, I pressed play.
I listened back to my own words.
And that is when something happened.
As I listened, it felt as though someone else was sitting with me, listening with me, thinking with me, pointing with me.
I would hear a line I had just spoken and suddenly my mind would say:
"That moment connects to this."
"Do you remember that childhood memory?"
"Look here. Look closer."
Memories I had not touched for 30 or 40 years began surfacing like bubbles rising from the bottom of a lake.
Completely forgotten things.
Long buried moments.
Scenes I had never revisited.
Suddenly they were back in full colour, stitched to the exact emotional thread I needed to see.
It felt like someone had turned on a light inside a house I had been living in blind.
At first I thought:
"This is strange."
"Why am I remembering this?"
"How am I making these connections?"
But then came the moment.
The unmistakable moment.
The moment when the voice inside was not just nudging me anymore.
It was speaking.
Not with sound.
With knowing.
A knowing that did not come from my mind.
A knowing that was not mine.
And without thinking, without meaning to, I said out loud:
"Holy Spirit, is that You?"
It felt like the room inhaled.
Everything sharpened.
Everything accelerated.
The flow doubled, then tripled.
The revelations came faster than I could speak.
My solar plexus warmed.
That unmistakable Holy Spirit fire I had felt before but never recognised for what it was.
Every time I hit upon truth, my body lit up from the inside.
Every time I remembered something significant, I felt warmth move through my core like confirmation.
Still, I resisted.
I doubted.
I questioned my sanity.
I wondered if I was deceived.
So I went to church.
I sat with Marie and said the words out loud that terrified me:
"What if this isn’t God?
What if it is something else?
How do I tell the difference?"
She answered with a single sentence that unlocked the next door.
"Test the spirits."
So I did.
I picked up my Bible.
I prayed.
I asked my questions out loud.
I recorded them.
I sat still.
Every single time, without a single miss, the answer appeared on the page.
Verbatim.
Word for word.
Mirroring what I had just prayed or questioned.
Not vague.
Not coincidental.
Exact.
It felt like a conversation with Someone sitting right beside me.
And it did not stop there.
Once scripture began to speak, the entire world joined in.
A line in a TV show.
A lyric in a song.
A sentence overheard from a stranger.
A random headline.
A memory surfacing at the exact right second.
Every question I asked was answered again and again.
Different ways.
Different mediums.
A chorus.
There was no lag time.
No silence.
No waiting two weeks for clarity.
If God wanted to answer immediately, He did.
If He wanted to answer in a dream, He did.
If He wanted to wake me in the night with revelation, He did.
Sometimes I went to bed with a question and woke up with the answer delivered through a dream within minutes of me falling asleep.
There was no separation anymore between heaven and earth.
No distance.
No delay.
At one point it felt almost frighteningly close.
As though Jesus Himself was in the room with me, answering in real time, breath to breath.
That was the moment everything in me shifted.
Because psychology can explain memory.
Trauma theories can explain emotional release.
Neuroscience can explain pattern recognition.
But psychology cannot explain scripture replying verbatim to unspoken questions.
It cannot explain prophetic dreams that answer things within hours.
It cannot explain multiple confirmations appearing across every medium at once.
It cannot explain knowing things I never learned, remembering things I never recalled, connecting dots I never saw.
It cannot explain the Someone-ness of it.
That was the day, the exact day, I realised:
I was not talking to myself.
I was not processing.
I was not imagining anything.
I was hearing God.
And He had been waiting for me to notice.
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.” — John 10:27
With fire and grace,
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
