A couple of months ago, on the morning of my birthday, right before I woke up, I had an interesting dream.
I used to belong to a Rastafarian church, for years. I miss it, but for reasons that I won't get into now, I have drifted away.
So, in my dream I am at a school. The teacher tells us that we have to leave the classroom and wait outside while they try to subdue the lions. I am waiting outside and now I have dreadlocks, like I used to, and I have my hair wrapped up in a beautiful cloth. So do some of the other women.
I walk around the school, waiting for the classroom to be ready, and everywhere I see people who seem to be oblivious to what's going on around them. I feel like I don't belong there.
I make my way back to the classroom and H.I.M. Haile Sellassie is standing there. He says to me and a couple of other people that we should look around, and that we need to make a decision. Do we want to be conscious people and live conscious lives? (that's Rasta lingo for living a spiritually-oriented life) Or do we want to wander around, lost in a fog, wasting the life that God has given us? He says that we need to decide now.
Then we go back into the classroom where the calm and docile lions are.
I wake up.
It's my birthday.
My mom is a Rasta. I called her and told her my dream, and she told the whole world.
Also, this is not the first Haile Sellassie dream I have had, going back 15 years or so. Same message, basicly, though.
So. If God came to you in a dream and said, "Live a spiritual life," but you just weren't sure if you felt like growing your locks now, etc., what would you do?
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