Is Abraham Lincoln resting in Peace?

21 03 2013

In yet another remarkable act of serendipity, during a client’s third visit she told me that her mother had died in the few weeks since I had seen her, closely followed by her aunt.  Seeking to reassure her of their safe arrival on the other side, I saw the two of them, arms linked, heads together and apparently ‘knitting’ on the other side It became apparent that they were sitting on a picnic rug with several other ‘family’ souls, one of whom was holding a phial and ‘concocting’ something…

My father was a doctor…” said my client

…another said he was a ‘horologist’ (clockmaker).  I then saw a net catching a butterfly and an ephigy of Abraham Lincoln, complete with top hat and clothes of his time…

“Strange,” agreed my client…

…then I saw a large white sheet with a red cross in the middle and my client’s mum on the other side ‘wrapped’ her daughter in this, sending her love.  My client cried tears of joy at this point, saying her mother had been a nurse.  But what of Abraham Lincoln?  What was he doing on that picnic rug?  Did my client have any connection with America?

“My sister and I went to a Quaker school for two years?” she offered. (Like energy attracts like energy)

I picked up my dowser to see if he was resting in peace and to my amazement he had not yet passed and immediately took advantage of the re-connection to the light.  I caught him safely like a butterfly in a net and within seconds he was being welcomed into the loving hands of the Red Cross nurses on the other side, including my client’s Mum. It was now obvious that I’d been shown an effigy of Abraham Lincoln because he was ‘missing from home’; horology is taken from the Greek for ‘the study of time’; the metaphor for a butterfly is a spirit, so I needed to traverse time to rescue Lincoln’s spirit in my net!  Imagine my excitement when he granted me a few words!

“Have I just rested your spirit sir?”

“Ultimate achievement.  Well done.”

Why did you become stuck on the earthplane after your death?”

Terror.  My bones.  The bullet stopped me in my tracks but I lived on.  I panicked.  I am now enlightened…” (A huge crowd of people waited in line to welcome him home; unsurprisingly perhaps, one of them was President John Kennedy!)

“Was it part of your pre-birth commitment to experience being an earthbound spirit?”

NO! I slipped up.  Heavens above, it was all my own fault.  Raving lunatic took my life.  How could I let it go? Stunned….Unexpected.  Senate awaited…Too much to do…Roaring success.  How could I leave adoration of people?” 

And your experience of being trapped on earth?”

“Tumbleweed; rolling on and on…. To the painted desert.  Dry throat/could not communicate/breathe. (I see a skull in a dry desert)  Vultures.  My spirit left to rot….  But now I am doing the salsa!!  I love to dance again with Life!” (Amusingly, I see him dancing with someone named Henry Halleck (1815-1872) who I later find was his General-in-Chief in 1862; a US Army Officer, scholar and lawyer.  Early on in the American Civil War he was a senior Union Army Commander.)  Lincoln then burst forth:Get out your guns, aim and fire spiritual truth at the minions! He stood on his soapbox in the sky and shook his fist: “There is movement towards greener grass (spiritual wellness).  Cider drinking varmints, gross public indecency, loud mouthed beurocrats, walloping trade wars… Ban this; ban that… Wars of the Roses all over again.  Off the rails!  (My dowser spun constantly for approximately a minute, clearing something negative with regard to Unions/Unity and ‘disregard for others’)

Lincoln’s wife Mary, full of joy, thanked me for being eager to help her husband.

“Are all your friends and family present and correct?” I asked, in case I could be of further assistance.

“Incumbrance, natural incumbrance…” was Lincoln’s strange reply, before he left for the last time to catch up on the 148 years since his death.   Naturally, I looked up the word ‘incumbrance’ and as well as meaning something that impedes or is burdensome or a hindrance (ie him becoming trapped on earth) it also has a rare meaning of ‘a dependent person, especially a child.’  Losing three of his four children had been a great burden to Lincoln and his wife during their lifetime, causing great melancholy and depression.


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