In every divine moment, someone becomes the voice that says out loud what everyone else is feeling.

The silence of awe stretched across the crowd until it felt like time had paused. And then — from somewhere within the gathering — a voice broke through. Not a shout, not a cry, but a statement. A declaration that carried weight far greater than the person who spoke it.

The dream did not highlight who said the words. Their identity was not important. What mattered was the truth carried in their voice. It was as if the revelation in the sky pressed itself into someone’s spirit until the words came out by force.

“This is not earthly. This is from above.”

When those words were spoken, a tremor of recognition moved through the entire crowd. The air responded. The atmosphere deepened. The declaration named what everyone’s spirit had already sensed but had not yet verbalized.

Some witnesses gasped. Others nodded with an almost fearful agreement. The spiritual leader, who had once stood as the voice of the people, could not contradict what was said. The moment was too real, too powerful to deny.

The words did not elevate me — the sky had already done that. What the words did was confirm the source. They aligned the entire gathering with the truth unfolding above their heads. It marked the transition from confusion to understanding.

And in that understanding, the next phase of the dream opened.