A story from old Prague:
Rabbi Yehuda Loew ben Bezalel was the greatest of the European rabbis. So great were his deeds that I can scarce give them utterance lest by uttering them I become accursed by their magic. His was the Golem, the animated man, given life when he put under its tongue the Unutterable Name of God. On that, let us say no more.
One night, Rabbi Yehuda dreamed a dream, or in other words, he saw a vision. He stood before the throne of God. The sentinel asked, ‘Who are you?’ ‘I am Rabbi Yehuda of Prague,’ he replied, ‘the maker of the Golem.’ The sentinel was unmoved.
‘Tell me, angel,’ the Rabbi asked, ‘is my name written in the Book of Life?’ The sentinel opened the book and began reading. He read strange names in strange tongues and as he read, the spirits of those names flew into the glory that burned above the throne.
He finished, Rabbi Yehuda’s name seemingly unnamed. The Rabbi wept bitterly.
The angel said, ‘I have called your name.’ Rabbi Yehuda said, ‘I did not hear it.’ And the angel said, ‘In the book are written all the names of all of the souls who have ever lived on the earth, for every soul is an inheritor of the kingdom. But many have come here who do not know their true name. Many have heard it only once on the lips of man or angel and must wait here until they remember. Many have never heard their true name and must wait here until they are silent enough to hear the King of the Universe calling them.’
Rabbi Yehuda awoke and cried, ‘King of the Universe! Let me hear my own true name on the lips of my brothers.’