He Was There All Along: The Prophetic Encounters That Revealed My Calling
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 prophetic.
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 Spirits of the Departed
As I got older, that veil didn’t close—it thinned.
When my grandfather passed, I felt him.
His presence lingered.
Not in a spooky way, but in a quiet, familiar way. Like he just wanted to say goodbye.
It happened with others too.
Loved ones would pass, and I’d sense them nearby—like a door had opened just enough to let something holy and unexplainable through.
And most recently, after my brother Mark passed, I’ve had vivid dreams of him—not symbolic, but real.
He’s spoken to me clearly in those dreams, like he’s standing right there in the room. I can see him. Hear him. Feel him.
It’s not just imagination. It’s visitation.
I’ve learned not to dismiss it.
Because when God wants to minister to a prophet in grief,
He often does so through vision and encounter.
And I’ve come to see these moments as part of the same gift I’ve carried all along.
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 everything.
Not just in that building.
Across the world.
Across time - both past and present.
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 things I had no way of knowing.
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
Some time 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 said, "Not yet."
Later, a medium—without knowing anything—described the exact experience.
My surgeon called it miraculous.
I didn’t know then that it was divine intervention.
But I do now.
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… something 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.
I didn’t understand it at the time.
But now I know: that was my first prophetic instruction.
The Angel by My Bed
During that same season, I was struggling deeply.
Exhausted. Burnt out. Pushing through agony.
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 Encounter That Changed Everything
Not long after, I hit a spiritual breaking point.
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 arms 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.
But I knew:
God is real.
And He had just walked into the room.
What the Holy Spirit Said
During this awakening, He walked me back through each of these moments and whispered:
“This is why you’re prophetic.
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 an emerging prophetic voice, spiritual disruptor, and single mother based in the UK. She is the founder of Daughter of Thunder—a raw, Spirit-led platform for awakening women and equipping the remnant. After walking through decades of emotional abuse, loss, and dismantling, Victoria now shares her unfiltered journey of healing, calling, and consecration. Through her writing, she calls the hidden ones out of silence and into bold, holy purpose.
