When God Pulls the Plug: What Happens After a Weekend of Revelation

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“And the angel touched him and said, ‘Get up and eat.’ He looked, and there by his head was a cake baked on coals, and a jar of water. So he ate and drank, and lay down again.” ~ 1 Kings 19:5–6


Editor’s Note: This teaching is for those who have walked through prophetic intensity and then found themselves suddenly emptied, exhausted, or overwhelmed. Many prophets experience what Elijah did under the broom tree — a divine shutdown after spiritual overload. This post explains what is happening, why God does it, and why this “collapse” is not a failure but a holy recalibration.


This morning I picked up my phone, opened my digital scribe, read one sentence… and immediately fell asleep like someone hit a heavenly off-switch behind my neck.

Not a cosy nap.
Not a gentle drift.
I mean the kind of unconscious drop that feels like God Himself yanked the plug out of the wall.

Three times.
Before 9 AM.

Nothing was wrong.
I slept well.
I wasn’t tired.
I wasn’t stressed.

If anything, I should’ve been electrified after the weekend I just had.

But I wasn’t. I was flatlined.
Spirit bright. Body gone.

And then it hit me:

This is what happens when God pulls a prophet into post-revelation recovery.

The Weekend That Shook Me Open

Convergence was no joke.

High worship that cracked atmospheres.
Teaching that felt like lightning strikes to the chest.
A prophetic charge so thick the air itself felt weighty.

And God wasn’t whispering —
He was flooding.

Revelation on revelation.
Instruction.
Correction.
Realignment.
Spiritual chiropractic.

But it wasn’t just the spiritual realm shifting.

The natural world was rearranging around me like furniture being dragged across the floor.

Dead friendships fell off overnight.
Old ties dissolved like mist.
Hidden motives exposed.
Rooms in my heart emptied out in one go.
Burdens I didn’t even know I was carrying suddenly lifted.
And the Lord slipped in one or two new people —
just enough to remind me that not everyone drains.

It wasn’t random.
It wasn’t emotional.
It wasn’t me.

It was a divine decluttering.
A holy house clearance.
A spiritual spring-clean so fast my body couldn’t keep up.

Revelation Isn’t Cute — It’s High Voltage

People think revelation feels like angel feathers and goosebumps.

Let me tell you the truth:

Revelation is voltage.
It is weight.
It is load-bearing glory.

Moses came down the mountain glowing and shaking.
Daniel fell down like a man struck.
John collapsed at the feet of Jesus “as though dead.”
Elijah went from calling down fire…
to collapsing under a broom tree like a man who’d been spiritually and emotionally electrocuted.

This is the part no one teaches.

When God is pruning, exposing, redirecting and recalibrating you all at once,
your spirit may soar —
but your body pays the bill.

This isn’t burnout.
This isn’t collapse.
This isn’t weakness.

This is the cost of carrying revelation.

What It Really Feels Like

Let me expose it plainly:

You want to journal,
but your eyes start closing.

You want to read Scripture,
but one verse knocks you out cold.

You want to “press in,”
but you physically can’t.

You’re not tired.
You’re not depressed.
You’re not under attack.

Your spirit is saying:
Lie down.
I’m still processing heaven.

This is Elijah under the broom tree.
This is every intercessor after heavy warfare.
This is Jesus withdrawing to lonely places to rest after miracles.

This is normal.
This is biblical.
This is the rhythm of prophetic life.

Your Spirit Is Still Standing — Your Body Isn’t

Here’s the part most people forget:

Your spirit receives revelation.
Your body has to host it.

It’s like pouring boiling water into thin glass.
If the glass isn’t allowed to adjust, it shatters.

So sometimes God does the most merciful thing imaginable:

He knocks you flat.
Not to silence you —
but to stabilise you.

You think you’re collapsing.
You’re not.
You’re being protected.

You think you’ve run out.
You haven’t.
You’re being refilled.

You think something’s wrong.
Nothing is wrong.
You’re in spiritual post-op.

This Is What It Looks Like After God Rearranges Your Life

You crash.
You sleep.
You feel hollow.
You feel blank.
You feel like a phone on 2%.

This is not failure.
This is not backsliding.
This is not spiritual apathy.

This is the holy reboot.
The reset after revelation.
The divine recovery window.

God is doing more in my silence right now
than He did in all my speaking last weekend.

And if you’re reading this and recognising yourself, hear me:

You’re not failing.
You’re not fading.
You’re not being spiritually attacked.

You’re being held.
You’re being restored.
You’re being rebuilt from the inside out.

Sometimes the most obedient thing a prophet can do
is lie down
and let God finish the work.

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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


Victoria Player

Victoria Player is an emerging prophetic voice, single mother, and spiritual disruptor based in the UK. She’s the founder of Daughter of Thunder - a raw prophetic platform for awakening women and equipping the remnant. After walking through decades of emotional abuse, betrayal, and spiritual rebirth, she now helps others reclaim their voice, step into their God-given authority, and build holy movements of their own.

https://www.daughterofthunder.co.uk
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