Calley Russell
Apr 30, 2025
It was the winter of 2000. I had known the Lord for a few years and had developed a beautiful relationship with the Holy Spirit. A few years prior, I was 21 years old when I overdosed on methamphetamines and had a profound out-of-body, near-death experience.
As I was descending toward hell, the Lord stepped in. He rescued me, brought me back into my body, delivered me, and gloriously filled me—head to toe—with His Holy Spirit.
From that moment on, I was fully activated in the gift of discerning of spirits.
A couple of years later, I was driving home one night and came to the entrance of my neighborhood. To the left was my street. To the right, a grand black iron gate opened to a beautiful, expansive cemetery called Mount Hope.
As I began to turn left, something caught my eye deep inside the cemetery to my right -something I’d never noticed before. Just above the treetops, a bright white Christmas star glowed in the distance.
Right then, the Holy Spirit spoke so clearly:
“I’m going to meet with you there, under the star.”
I was so excited. “Oh, thank You, Lord! I can’t wait,” I said aloud. And then… life went on, until a few weeks later.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. I had laid down for a nap when suddenly, the Holy Spirit woke me from a deep sleep and said,“Now is the time. Come meet with Me.”
I got up immediately, grabbed my keys to my car, and drove straight to the cemetery, following the star.
As I passed through the iron gate, I realized the star was attached to something I had never seen before. Hidden behind the trees on a hill stood a tower—with a narrow walkway just wide enough for two, leading up to it.
This was turning into a real adventure with the Holy Spirit.
I parked at the bottom of the hill and began walking up. I wasn’t sure why the Lord had called me there, but I trusted Him. I even chuckled to myself and prayed, “Okay, Lord, I’m here. What’s the surprise?”
As I neared the tower, a bronze plaque caught my attention. I reached out and laid my hand on it as I read:
THE HERMANN SINGING TOWER:
THE BRAIN-CHILD OF GEORGE A. HERMANN, WHO ADDED MUSIC TO THE BEAUTY OF MOUNT HOPE CEMETERY.
When I read the words “Singing Tower,” it felt like a bolt of lightning surged through me. And then I heard the voice of the Lord:
“You will sing and awaken the dead.”
I was shocked. I had never sung before! I replied honestly, “Lord, thank You for this gift. As You know, I don’t sing… but I believe You, and I trust You. If this is Your will, please equip me.”
At the base of the tower were four archways. I stepped inside, lifted my hands to heaven, and received.
I felt a garment—a mantle—fall on me from above. Immediately, I began to prophesy to the North, South, East, and West, calling for the dead to rise and for a great awakening.
As I released this sound, the lights around the tower came on and the bells in the tower began to chime. It was 5 o’clock.
God had confirmed it: He had released grace for the sound of awakening.
The very next Sunday, I hadn’t told a single person about the encounter. I was running transparencies for worship that morning when the worship leader casually said, “Calley, there’s a microphone in front of you if you feel led to join us.”
With fear and trembling, I stood there—never having sung before—when, during worship, I saw the spirit of prophecy come upon a woman in the congregation. But she didn’t release the word.
Then I saw that same spirit lift from her and come rest on me.
I opened my mouth and began to sing.
When I opened my eyes, the entire worship team was face-down on the floor. So was most of the front row. The glory of God had filled the room.
Since that day, I’ve had the privilege of training singers and musicians to tune into heaven. I’ve seen spontaneous deliverance, healings, and miracles. That sound was recorded and played in the chambers of the house and senate. And even more—all under the sound released in that sacred encounter.
There is a grace in sound when it partners with heaven.
I believe it carries an apostolic release—establishing the government of God in regions, in places, and in people.
A Spirit-led creative, Calley Russell moves in the revelatory gift, teaching through prophetic flow, music, and art. As a devoted wife, mother, and worshipper, she carries a deep love for beauty, nature, and family. Her song is more than melody—it shifts atmospheres. Guided by grace, she weaves truth and inspiration into every expression, awakening hearts through the power of divine creativity.
