Before the body rises, there is a recognition — a deep remembering that you were never meant to live only at one level.

The first movement of the rising did not begin with my feet. It began with awareness. Standing there, surrounded by the crowd, with the weight of attention resting heavily on me, something in my body quietly awakened. It was as if every cell heard a sound that no one else could hear — a call coming from above.

I did not bend my knees to jump. I did not prepare to leap. There was no decision to try and lift myself. Instead, I felt a stillness deepen inside me, like the calm that settles over water just before it reflects the sky perfectly. In that stillness, my body remembered: “You belong to more than the ground.”

The memory was not in my mind alone. It lived in my bones, my muscles, the breath in my chest. It felt like an old agreement being touched again — an agreement that said my life would not stay at the level of human expectation. The same way a bird instinctively knows how to fly, my body, in this dream, instinctively knew how to respond to the summons from above.

I sensed no effort, yet I felt a readiness form within me. My weight no longer felt fully anchored to the earth. The ground was still beneath my feet, but the pull downward was no longer complete. I could feel another force, gentle and steady, beginning to take its place — a pull upward, subtle but undeniable.

Around me, the crowd continued to watch. Their faces were lifted, their eyes fixed, their attention heavy with questions and awe. But inside the dream, their gaze was no longer the most important thing. What mattered most was the silent communication between my body and the sky.

There was no fear in this recognition. Only a profound seriousness. I understood that rising would not simply make me higher than others; it would separate me from the ground I once shared with them. The body that remembered the sky was also the body that understood the cost of leaving the familiar earth.

In that moment, I did not ask to stay and I did not ask to go. I simply agreed to the truth that was revealing itself: that the same Source who had shifted the air and drawn the eyes was now preparing to lift the vessel He had chosen. My body was no longer just standing. It was waiting to be carried.