The Sky Lifts You Above the Crowd

There are dreams that whisper, and there are dreams that lift you into the sky without warning. This dream belongs to the second kind. I found myself among a gathered crowd, drawn to a well-known spiritual figure. People stood with expectation, with devotion, hoping the person at the center carried the answers they were seeking.

I was present with them, but not truly part of what they were following. My feet stood on the same earth, but my spirit was slightly apart—quiet, watchful, and untouched by their direction. It felt as if my inner being already knew my path would not remain with the crowd.

I did not speak. I did not call for attention. I simply existed at the quiet border of their devotion—until the atmosphere itself shifted toward me. Something invisible in the air turned. The sound softened. Attention moved. People began to look away from the figure they had been following and turned their eyes toward where I stood.

Without effort, my body began to rise. I lifted gently into the sky above the gathering—above the people, above the ground, above every human direction. I did not jump, I did not push, I did not try. The elevation did not come from me. It came from something higher than everyone present.

This was not escape. It was calling. The sky itself chose to lift me. In that rising, the dream revealed a different kind of initiation—not into a group, not into a movement, but into a sovereign path where purpose arrives by summons, not by human hands.

I did not rise because I wanted to. I rose because I was called—above the noise, above the faces, above every earthly authority. The sky opened and remembered me.