(Gate 4 — Judah: Sing the Name, and the Way Opens)
Eliah walked with new warmth in his heart.
He was no longer just one spark—he was part of a great weaving of light.
The world felt more alive now. The trees seemed to hum, the sky swirled with colors, and his feet moved as if to a rhythm.
Then, one morning, he awoke to the sound of singing.
The song came from a hill covered in golden flowers, rising like a sun in the middle of a wide green field.
At the top stood a man with a crown of morning light. He wasn’t singing with a voice—he was the song.
“Welcome, little light,” the man said as Eliah approached.
“I am Judah. Keeper of the Gate of Praise.”
Eliah listened. The man’s voice echoed in the hills, but also in his bones.
“Why do you sing?” he asked.
“Because the Name of God is a song,” Judah said.
“It’s not meant only to be spoken—it must be sung.”
Eliah looked around. “But I don’t know the song.”
Judah smiled. “You do. You were born with it.”
He handed Eliah a small harp made of starlight and wood. “Try.”
Eliah plucked a note. It was soft—then trembling—then it opened.
A whole melody rose from his chest, from his belly, from the very thread he’d woven with Liora.
He sang.
It was clumsy at first. But the more he opened his heart, the clearer the notes became.
The sky shimmered. The field sang back.
And from the top of the hill, a golden Gate bloomed like a flower.
Above it danced these words:
“Gate 4 — Judah: The Name is a Song. Sing, and You Remember.”
Tears filled Eliah’s eyes.
“Your voice is your power,” Judah said.
“Praise lifts the soul. It opens the sky. It returns you to the I AM.”
Eliah looked at his harp. “What if I forget the song?”
“Then let your breath be your music. Even silence can praise when it’s filled with love.”
As Eliah stepped through the Gate, his voice lingered behind like a sunrise.
And he knew:
To praise is to rise.
To sing is to return.
To name God with joy is to become like Him.
To be continued…
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