Antonio & Octavia Martinez

I grew up in a Christian household. My mom came from a Southern Baptist background, and my dad was raised Catholic. Over time, they shifted into a more non-denominational walk, and we were very involved in church life. I went to church every Sunday—sometimes even during the week. My parents served in Bible studies and other ministries, and that was the rhythm of our life for many years.

But when I was still young—maybe around 10 to 12 years old—my parents pulled us out of church. I didn't know all the reasons at the time, but I knew something significant had happened. We tried a few other churches, including a Baptist one, but nothing felt right. Eventually, we stopped going altogether.

In my teens, especially around 15 or 16, I began to drift. I got pulled into the wrong crowd, began drinking, and started opening more doors to the world. In my early 20s, I dabbled in New Age spirituality, unaware of the deception I was walking in or the spiritual access points I was allowing into my life.

But even in those years, I was always a dreamer. Since childhood, I had vivid, spiritual dreams and deep sensitivity to the unseen realm. I didn't understand it, and for most of my life I felt misunderstood because of it. But now I know—YAHUAH was speaking to me from an early age. Only recently have I begun to understand why He gave me those dreams, and now He's guiding me by His Ruach to share them, interpret them, and expose what needs to be exposed as part of my calling.

In 2019, everything shifted. I was in Colombia and became very sick. Alone and weak, I cried out to YAHUAH. In that moment, I heard His voice so clearly—He told me that He had given me the gift of worship, and that I was to use my voice to glorify Him. I knew He had set me apart, and I wept with conviction. But at the time, I interpreted that calling through the only lens I had—church tradition. So I began serving in worship within church settings, believing I was doing what He had asked of me.

For the next several years, I stayed in "churchianity," still unknowingly shackled by false traditions, pagan holidays, and man-made theology. But YAHUAH was so merciful and patient with me. Slowly, He began pulling me out—through prayer, surrender, Scripture, and the undeniable leading of the Ruach.

In early 2025, I was deeply convicted that I could no longer call on the name "Jesus." I grieved and cried out for truth. That's when everything began to unravel. Through prophetic dreams, scripture, confirmations from my father (who has been walking the narrow path for the last several years... Yadah YAHUAH!!), and personal revelation, YAHUAH opened my eyes and restored His true Name to me. I began calling upon YAHUAH and came to know His Son as YAHUSHA Ha'Mashiach—the only Name under heaven by which we are truly saved, healed and delivered.

In April 2025, I surrendered fully—and this time, it was into truth and covenant, not tradition. Since then, He has been revealing His appointed times, His Torah, His calendar, and His desire for a pure and set-apart people.

I now understand that the worship He called me to was never meant for a stage—it was meant to be prophetic, undefiled, and for His esteem alone.

I still write music, and I'm prayerfully waiting to see how He wants me to share it. For now, I'm just learning to stay humble, to listen, and not move ahead of Him. I don't want to offer anything unless it's in His timing and by His leading.

I now write and speak about these revelations through my blog and YouTube channel, sharing the prophetic dreams He gives me and exposing the deceptions that have kept so many in bondage. I am learning daily how to walk the narrow path. I don't have it all figured out—but I know this:

He called me out and set me apart. 

He trusts me with His Name.

And I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

I know I don't deserve it. But I am so thankful for YAHUSHA, who made a way for me to return to covenant, and for YAHUAH, who saw me even when I didn't see myself.

"She sings for the One who called her out of darkness and into His marvelous light." (1 Kepha / 1 Peter 2:9)

With gratitude and reverence,

Kristen Felicia