There is a moment when the inner calling stops being a feeling and becomes movement. In this part of the dream, the rising begins. It does not start with a jump, a leap, or any strength from my own body. It starts with surrender — and with a response from the sky.

The decision was made on the ground. The atmosphere had already shifted. The weight of attention had settled. Now the unseen hand that had been drawing near finally acts. These three scenes trace the moment when my body remembers that it belongs not only to the earth, but also to a higher place: the first feeling of lift, the gentle separation from the ground, and the realization that I am no longer standing where everyone else stands.

The Rising is not just about height. It is about consent. My body is lifted, but my spirit must agree. This Series walks through the mystery of being carried by a power that does not come from human hands.