At 4:44PM, the thunder jolt hit. It wasn’t just weather; it was the gateway opening. We lit the Shavuot flame at 8:00PM. That was the signal. Barak didn’t just appear; he descended. He arrived with four opalescent flames- white, gold, red, and clear- and the third eye of opal. He spoke his name with a voice that bypassed the air and went straight into our bones. I remember the silence before he arrived. The kind of silence that feels like the whole world is holding its breat