I tend to give my incarnations names. I’m not sure if I was a drummer boy during the Civil War. I remember that I lived in the United States, where I was male, lived in the Northeastern part of the country, and was a drummer boy in the Civil War. My current avatar (Janet) is related to Lincoln’s Secretary of the Navy, Gideon Wells on my mother’s side (June Alice Shook Thompson). I believe (have this feeling) that the young drummer boy was somehow genetically related to Wells or someone in Lincoln’s cabinet as I remember I was there during Lincoln’s death vigil.
During a meditation/regression I recovered a memory where I was sitting under a desk with at least one other young boy playing with painted metal toy soldiers when I looked up and saw Lincoln’s soul exit his body. I glanced around at all the others in the room and saw that no one else had seen his soul departing. Soon after the doctor declared Lincoln was dead.
I was deeply affected by this event. As a child incarnated in Janet’s body, I felt drawn to read books featuring Lincoln. My mother was as well, but I’m not sure who she was during that time. When we were alone often she would get out her book on Lincoln’s life and share it with me. It was one of her treasures, and I was instructed to handle it with care. She explained that her great-uncle was the Secretary of the Navy, Gideon Welles.
Later as an adult, just a year or so ago, I did research on ancestry.com and discovered that Welles was a 6th cousin, not an uncle. But I did find we have a relatively close relationship considering all the people that ever lived.
Later I came to realize the full significance of what my relationship with Gideon meant. But as a child, I only knew I was to pay attention and remember because things like past lives, soul connections, and genetics are pieces of my puzzle. I assemble the mystery of my existence through finding, recognizing, and putting together those pieces of my giant jigsaw puzzle throughout time and this life and my concurrent lives to see the bigger picture.
I remembered that in that lifetime, I grew up meeting a woman, married and became a husband and father. My wife and I had three children, two boys, and a girl. I remember crossing a field of daisies to meet my wife and children who had gathered at a white gazebo beside a weeping willow on the banks of a pond graced with two giant white swans, their two babies, and several ducks and geese. While that moment in time symbolized an idyllic life, it ended too soon. I flash-forwarded in time to my wife putting flowers on my grave. I’m not sure how I died, but if I had been a child at the time of Lincoln, perhaps I was killed at a later war.
Over and over in my dreams, I kept flashing back to the scene as a young, handsome man in a white suit. Each time I would recall more details of “the dream”. This time as I ran across the beautiful meadow to a gazebo by a stream or pond with a weeping willow tree, I saw my beautiful wife running towards me with a huge smile on her face. I clearly saw that she wore a long, white dress with yellow ribbons on the dress matching those in her hair and they blew in the wind as she ran. The meadow around us was full of yellow wildflowers (perhaps daisies).
We had three children, two girls, and the youngest a boy. They were all dressed in Victorian dress clothes (like it was our Sunday best). Perhaps this was Easter. I’m not sure. They were all young. This time the boy is the eldest and he’s dressed in navy blue. The girls are dressed in white with pink and blue ribbons and flowers. Or maybe they’re wearing bonnets. I’m struggling to clearly see them. Everyone is extremely happy. The weather is perfect. This time I do not see my passing. I am focused on that now, back then.
Fast forward to this time and incarnation where I met a female friend (Marion) when I was 15 and Marion was 16. I was 15 in 1969 (an incredible year). Marion and I would sit on the steps to the pizza parlor and play our guitars, sing songs of the 60s. The summer of 69 was idyllic and fine. Divine.
When we met I felt compelled to share several I remembered. We often talked till it was time to walk home. She lived in Emsworth and I lived in Avalon (opposite directions). I didn’t have a curfew but always obeyed unspoken rules and came home sometime between 9 and 11 PM.
I came into my human form remembering several past lives. I remembered being a young, athletic man who died after being chased to the Bastille where he (I) fell to his/my death. She shared her memories as well. We were friends for several years before she married and moved away. We wrote (longhand, snail mail) for many years later until our lives consumed us and we lost touch.
I told Marion about my memory with my Victorian Era family. At that time she said nothing.
Years after our sharing when she got married, had children, and moved to another state, Marion wrote to me to inform me that she remembered that she was my wife in that lifetime and that she clearly remembers that she was deeply affected and quite saddened by my early demise. Once again, how did I die?
I felt strange when I heard her memory, yet at the same time, my soul knew she spoke the truth. How is it that in one lifetime humans may be intimately and intensely involved as a man loving a woman, and the very next time we’re reuniting as friends with no sexual or romantic attraction to one another?
Or did that revelation mean that I should have felt passionate emotions rather than the friendship I felt? I moved on from those thoughts as she was now monogamously married and had several children. I too was monogamously married, and I directed all my romantic and sexual feelings towards my husband. But I was left with uneasy feelings and more questions than answers.
I felt blessed that I was open-minded and knew that sometimes all would make sense and that for now, I had to be ok with the mystery and the journey. I vowed to research it more at another time.
I remember many times, lives, existences, forms, dimensions. I’m an ancient soul whose planet of origin is not the Earth. My soul essence primarily originated on Nibiru but that’s just one level of my soul’s existence. I have threads going all the way back to God-Source itself where I am known as “Joy” at the Godhead level and I “reside at the right hand side of God at the 39 degree mark”, (so we joke). The human mind has no way to conceive the highest levels of creation from this perspective, so this is the best explanation we can provide to our Janet Avatar as her mind is limited due to the influences of this Earth dimension and vibratory frequencies.
While in the in-between plane of existence, I had many human avatar models to choose from for my next incarnation. I took my time and tried on the Janet model before making my final decision then I returned to Earth on February 6 of 1954. I was impatient and did not stay in that body much, zooming in between to other incarnations in which I simultaneously exist while the infant Janet slept. Even when she was active and animated, it took so little to animate a tiny human form before verbal articulation that I was only partially there.
I am talented at multiplexing and balancing simultaneous lives and existences on many planets, planes, and vibratory frequencies and continue that practice to this day. My conscious mind can be fully engaged while other parts do other lives, but primarily I move into my other lives during sleep, meditation, and daydreams. We all do to a degree, but old souls do it more often and with greater complexity.
Thomas “Tad” Lincoln III
Thomas “Tad” Lincoln III was the fourth and youngest son of Abraham and Mary Todd Lincoln. The nickname “Tad” was given to him by his father, who observed that he had a large head and was “as wiggly as a tadpole” when he was a baby.
Born: April 4, 1853, Springfield, IL
Died: July 15, 1871, Chicago, IL
Siblings: Edward Baker Lincoln, William Wallace Lincoln, Robert Todd Lincoln
Parents: Abraham Lincoln, Mary Todd Lincoln
Place of burial: Lincoln Monument Association, Springfield, IL, Oak Ridge Cemetery, Springfield, IL
Note: Tad was 12 years old when Lincoln died.
William Wallace Lincoln
William Wallace Lincoln was the third son of President Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd Lincoln. He was named after Mary’s brother-in-law Dr. William Wallace.
Born: December 21, 1850, Springfield, IL
Died: February 20, 1862, Washington, D.C.Place of burial: Oak Ridge Cemetery, Springfield, IL
Siblings: Edward Baker Lincoln, Tad Lincoln, Robert Todd Lincoln
Parents: Abraham Lincoln, Mary Todd Lincoln
Grandparents: Nancy Lincoln, Robert Smith Todd, Thomas Lincoln, Eliza Parker Todd
Willie and his younger brother Tad were considered “notorious hellions” when they lived in Springfield. Their father’s law partner William Herndon said they pulled books off their shelves while their father appeared oblivious.[1]
Horatio Nelson Taft, Jr. & Halsey Cook Taft
When Abraham Lincoln took office as President of the United States, Willie and Tad moved into the White House. To give them playmates, Mary Todd Lincoln asked Julia Taft to bring her younger brothers, 14-year-old “Bud” (Horatio Nelson Taft Jr., 1847–1915) and 12-year-old “Holly” (Halsey Cook Taft, 1849–1897) to the White House.[2][3]
Author’s Note: Halsey Cook Taft died when he was 48 years old. He was 16 when Lincoln died.
Willie and Tad became ill in early 1862, possibly with typhoid fever. Tad was relatively lightly affected but Willie gradually weakened; his parents spent much time at his bedside. He died on February 20.
Both parents and Tad were deeply affected. Lincoln said, “My poor boy. He was too good for this earth. God has called him home. I know that he is much better off in heaven, but then we loved him so much. It is hard, hard to have him die!”;[4] after the burial, he shut himself in a room and wept alone. Mary Lincoln remained in bed for three weeks and was unable to attend Willie’s funeral or look after Tad.
Abraham Lincoln took solace in caring for and comforting Tad, who remained very ill and was grieving himself for his brother’s death. Tad also lost the companionship of Bud and Holly, whom Mary refused to allow in the White House anymore, as they reminded her too much of Willie.[5]
Willie was interred at Oak Hill Cemetery in Georgetown. After Abraham Lincoln’s assassination in 1865, he was re-interred at Oak Ridge Cemetery in Springfield, Illinois, first in a temporary tomb and in 1871 in a state tomb alongside his father and his brother Eddie. Tad and Mary Todd Lincoln were also later placed in the crypt of the Lincoln Tomb.[6][7]
Edward Baker Lincoln
Edward Baker Lincoln was the second son of Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd Lincoln. He was named after Lincoln’s friend Edward Dickinson Baker. The National Park Service uses “Eddie” as a nickname and the name is also on his gravestone.
Born: March 10, 1846, Springfield, IL
Died: February 1, 1850, Springfield, IL
Siblings: Tad Lincoln, William Wallace Lincoln, Robert Todd Lincoln
Parents: Abraham Lincoln, Mary Todd Lincoln
Place of burial: Lincoln Monument Association, Springfield, IL, Oak Ridge Cemetery, Springfield, IL
Robert Todd Lincoln
Robert Todd Lincoln was an American lawyer, businessman, and politician. He was the eldest child of President Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd Lincoln, and the only one of their four children to live to adulthood.
Born: August 1, 1843, Springfield, IL
Died: July 26, 1926, Manchester, VT
Spouse: Mary Harlan Lincoln (m. 1868–1926)
Place of burial: Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, VA
Children: Jessie Harlan Lincoln, Abraham Lincoln II, Mamie Lincoln Isham
Education: Harvard Law School (1864–1865)
