The Day Everything Changed: Recognising My Prophetic Identity
It wasn’t one moment.
It was many.
But there was a day when I finally saw them for what they were.
I used to think my journey began recently—when the fire fell, when the entries turned prophetic, when my life unraveled and the voice of God became undeniable.
But the truth is, it started long before that.
God had been speaking to me for years. I just didn’t know the language.
One of the clearest memories He walked me back to was a moment over a decade ago.
I was sitting on my bed one morning, meditating.
This was long before I ever called myself a Christian.
Before I walked into a church.
Before I ever read a Bible.
I wasn’t praying. I wasn’t seeking a supernatural encounter.
I was just… quiet.
And then, out of nowhere, I heard it.
A voice.
Clear. Audible. As though someone was standing beside me.
“Tell Susan to leave her job.”
It startled me.
It wasn’t a thought. It wasn’t an impression.
It was a spoken command—direct, distinct, and entirely outside of me.
At the time, I didn’t question it. I got up, delivered the message, and that was that.
Only now, all these years later, do I see it for what it was:
My first prophetic directive.
Delivered by the Holy Spirit—before I even knew His name.
There were other moments, too.
Moments in client sessions where I’d be searching for words, and suddenly, something would come over me.
A sentence would drop in.
A phrase.
A question.
And suddenly, the whole room would shift. The client would cry. Breakthrough would happen.
I’d walk away not even remembering what I’d said.
There were public talks I gave where I’d go completely blank—only for the words to pour out in perfect flow, hitting people in the gut. And I’d have no idea where it came from.
I thought I was just “good with words.”
Now I know it was something else entirely.
The day everything changed wasn’t the day the voice came.
It was the day I finally recognised what had been happening all along.
The day I realised:
This isn’t new.
This is ancient.
This is who I’ve always been.
God had been speaking to me before I knew how to speak back.
He was already present.
Already moving.
Already marking me.
That day of recognition shattered me.
The veil lifted.
The memories made sense.
And the scroll unrolled.
I began to write what I heard.
I began to speak what I saw.
And I could no longer deny the fire sitting in my bones.
This wasn’t about being spiritual.
This was about surrender.
This was about obedience to the voice that’s been faithful to me from the beginning.
This is the day everything changed:
Not the day God spoke—
But the day I finally heard Him.
And once you hear Him,
you can’t go back to silence.
“My sheep listen to My voice; I know them, and they follow Me.”
— John 10:27
If you’ve started to recognise that God’s been speaking all along—
even before you had the words—
you’re not crazy.
You’re called.
Let’s rise, together.
This message carries fire. Pass it on. 👇🏻
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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.
