In 1990 I had a dream that I was in Jamaica riding along a road on a tandem bicycle. It was a bright sunny day and the air was fresh and clear. I was sitting on the front seat of the bicycle, pedalling and steering and a beautiful muscular black Jamaican man (an aspect of me) was sitting on the back seat pedalling. He was laughing and bellowing about how great life was. Then he addressed me directly and said , “Isn’t life wonderful Rullah!!!”
As he said Rullah, I felt his words ecstatically vibrate through my body, and knew, without a doubt, that I was hearing my spiritual name.
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