Lincoln

I guess Jmmanuel decided it was time to nudge me yet further when he took on the identity of Lincoln with me. He was about to spin my head in 360's like Linda Blair's in the movie The Exorcist. Not just my head either, several of my friends heads as well!

It all began innocently enough when a group of my psychic medium friends and I were chatting about nothing in particular, just relaxing. Among them was my South African friend, Mike. Even though he was terminally ill with cancer, he was the ultimate practical joker - so at first I attributed what happened that afternoon to being one of Mike's practical jokes.

Suddenly he said "Patty, I have someone here with a message for you."

"Okay...who is it?"

"Some American dude."

I laughed "Well that sure narrows it down! Can you be a bit more specific Mike?"

"Says his name is Abraham."

I searched my data banks. I didn't know anyone personally in spirit with the name Abraham.

Mike continued: "He says when you were in 6th grade you wrote a report about him and when you went to visit him you were eating a red lolly and tried to sit in his lap."

Okay this had to be a joke. I'd never told a living soul about trying to climb Lincoln's statue in the Lincoln Memorial to sit in his lap...much less that I'd been eating a red Tootsie Roll Pop at the time! There was no way Mike could have known this!

"Wait...you're telling me you have ABRAHAM LINCOLN with a message for me?" I laughed.

"I dunno...some American dude. Who was Abraham Lincoln?"

Everyone in the room filled Mike in on who Abraham Lincoln was.

"Oh," Mike said. "He's shaking his head yes."

"Uh huh. And pray tell what does Abraham want?" I was struggling not to laugh, determined to play along with Mike's joke.

"He says a letter he wrote was lost. He wants to dictate this letter to you." According to Abe, I was then to send this dictated letter to the National Archives.

"Uh...huh. And tell them what exactly? That THE Abraham Lincoln dictated this letter to me from beyond the grave? Yeah, I can just imagine how THAT would go over!"

"He says to tell you that proof of what you've written being legitimate will be delivered."

Okay, time to put an end to Mike's practical joke. "Well you tell Abe I don't do automatic writing so I'll pass."

I thought that would put an end to Mike's joke. It didn't. "Abe" then went around the room to each of my friends, telling them something no one could have known about them. As I'm seeing the looks of shock on their faces I'm beginning to wonder What the hell is going on here?!!

Mike's usual manner of speaking, including his heavy South African accent then disappeared and we were listening to "Abe" deliver the most eloquent speech any of us had ever heard about (quote) "men's blood being spilled in the sand" and how if we didn't learn from history we'd be doomed to repeat it.

Not so coincidentally, at that same time our Luciferian government was publicly boasting about how they were going to start a second Civil War and numerous reports of very long trains carrying military tanks and equipment were rolling through U.S. towns across the country.

Only when "Abe" had finished his speech and we'd somewhat collected ourselves did we remember that day was the 4th of July - Independence Day.

I began to think maybe this wasn't one of Mike's practical jokes...but it was too late, "Abe" had left the building.

I eventually forgot all about this incident - until July of 2007. My husband and I were eating dinner while listening to the TV news. Suddenly the news anchor announced "A long lost letter written by President Abraham Lincoln has just been found in the National Archives."

The lost Lincoln letter

My husband literally dove over our dining table to perform the Heimlich manuver on me as I was choking on my food at hearing this. "Abe" had said through Mike a letter of his had been lost, that proof of what I'd written being legitimate would surface and that I was to send his dictated letter to the National Archives, where this lost Lincoln letter had just been found.

Read the Natl. Archives story here

I'd screwed up BIG TIME in assuming the whole thing had been a joke. I contacted Mike and asked him if it had been one of his practical jokes. He insisted it hadn't been and was even really embarrassed he hadn't known who Abraham Lincoln was. "Some American dude" became a running joke between he and I until his death the following year.

If you were a psychic medium back then you would have known like we did that you don't step on the toes of those in spirit. There was no way I could turn back the clock to correct my mistake so that evening when I was alone I telepathied "Abe, if you can hear me I'm so so sorry, I thought it was Mike playing a joke on me."

I nearly fell out of my chair when I clearly heard "That's okay, love. You didn't know."

HOLY SH**!

He was back again? "Do I dare ask if this is you again?" "It is. But I know how you like your proof, Patricia. Pull up a website about me and look at the pictures. And by the way, please call me Lincoln. I always hated the name Abraham so everyone called me Lincoln." Poof! He was gone again.

I'd screwed up royally once already, I wasn't taking any chances on screwing up a second time. I pulled up a website on Lincoln and this is the first picture I saw.

OMG OMG OMG OMG...HE BEING DEAD YET SPEAKETH?!!! My brain now resembles a half set Jello mold. Not only was the above the first picture I came to, the accompanying article said Lincoln didn't like being called Abraham so everyone called him Lincoln, even his wife - as he'd just asked me to do!

My brain was definitely not firing on all cylinders at this point because I did the only thing I could come up with to do...

I yelled "HEY! GET YOUR PRESIDENTIAL A** BACK HERE!"

Shrill laughter. Gales of shrill laughter followed by "You don't have to shout, love. I'm dead, not deaf!"

"Sorry...why did you come to me about that lost letter?"

"Because we share a bond."

"What bond?"

"You're a smart cookie. You'll figure it out." Poof! He was gone again.

I spent the next two weeks trying to figure out what bond he could possibly have been referring to. I got an idea and called an Australian medium friend."I need you to try to connect with someone for me," I explained. "Without knowing who it is you're connecting with.""I'll try," she agreed. "Gee sis, this man has wonderful energy!"

Well she got that he was male and his energy right..."Ask him what the bond is."

"Sis? He's saying you're the second and showing me a baker??"

Papers were flying through the air around me as I searched for the paper I'd written his sons names on.Second son...Eddie BAKER Lincoln.

"Wait...is he saying I was his second son, Eddie?" I asked, incredulous.She began laughing..."Yup, that's what he's saying! Oh sis you should see how hard he's laughing at the look on your face right now!""

"Yeah...hilarious."

"Who is this I have?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Abraham Lincoln."

"Oh." Pause. "Wasn't he one of your American Presidents or something?"

I guess the Australians knew little more about Lincoln than the South Africans did.

Was I buying into this "You're the reincarnation of Eddie Lincoln" business? Not Ms. Skeptic here! I contacted a well known psychic medium and asked her to do a read on me. I said not one word to her about this reincarnation of Eddie Lincoln business.

Right off the bat she says to me "They're telling me you're the reincarnation of Eddie Lincoln. They say you should try automatic writing, that you can do it." etc. etc. etc.

I was out to DISPROVE I was the reincarnation of Eddie Lincoln. That didn't go so well. LOL Very little is known about Eddie in that he died so young and before Lincoln became President. But what I found on Eddie mirrored my own childhood at his age to a tee.

At Eddie's age I'd attended Lincoln School. My dad's practice was above the Lincoln Pharmacy which was owned by a man named ED Wavro - who treated me like his own daughter.

My grandparents Baker Road house

My grandparents house was on BAKER Road. Their name was Reed. My husband was a genealogist and when he did my geneaology we discovered Lincoln had been my 5x uncle through one of his Reed relatives.

Eddie died of a respiratory ailment, at his same age I'd nearly died of pnuemonia.

Eddie's mother's name was Mary, my mother's name was Mary.

The more I tried to disprove the Eddie reincarnation, the more synchronicities I found. I had 2 full pages of them!

We even shared identical stories of adopting stray cats, both of our mothers saying NO! to our doing this. Lincoln had overridden his wife on the matter. My dad had overridden my mother on the matter and both Eddie and I had gotten our stray cats as pets.

And then to find out we were related by blood?!!

Then I remembered something that had happened when I was a child. My dad had taken us to see Lincoln's Springfield home. The tour guide took us into what had now been decorated as a parlor when I blurted out lough enough for everyone on the tour to hear, "EDDIE DIED IN THIS ROOM!"

To say that I shocked our tour guide would be an understatement but she finally said "Yes, he did! But how did you know that?"

:"He just told me..."

I finally decided it didn't matter one way or the other if I was or wasn't the reincarnation of Eddie, that it had no bearing on anything since it was the distant past. As for Linc (as I now called him) and I, we became really tight and some pretty odd things began happening on that front.

Linc became very protective of me. The wife of a CIA agent and I were discussing what we'd discovered about the cabal and their New World Order agenda and the fact they'd made several attempts on my life already to silence me. A military veteran standing near us came over and just laid into me for even suggesting the country HE'D fought for could in no way be what I was saying it was. The wife of the CIA agents told him "You should listen to her. She knows what she's talking about."I offered to show him proof of what I was claiming. He said he didn't want to see any of my proof. He then said it was a damn shame the government hadn't succeeded in killing me.

This really hurt given what I'd already sacrificed, that I'm sure was far worse than anything in his military service had been, even if he'd served on the front lines.

That night I was in tears over what he'd said. Linc came zooming down to console me, explaining that he underwent many such attacks during his lifetime. "What you have to realize is that they're not attacking YOU. They're attacking out of the fear that somewhere inside them they know you're right. They're attacking out of their own fear."

Linc taught me how to handle such attacks as he had - by just withdrawing from everyone temporarily while I recognized the attack for what it really was - their own fear and not about me personally. That didn't excuse their behavior...but it did allow me to put these attacks in their proper perspective.

Nor was Linc the least bit bashful with my friends. On nights we'd have chick chats he felt most comfortable in joining us and my gal pals loved him. He'd even give them hair and makeup advice.

My friend, Janet White was in one of these chick chats the first time Linc joined us. She had no idea who she was communicating with but finally asked me "Who is this I have?"

"Ask him," I suggested.

Pause. "OMG! I HAVE ABRAHAM LINCOLN?!! THE ABRAHAM LINCOLN? PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!! MY HAIR'S A MESS! OMG I HAVE THE ABRAHAM LINCOLN!

I was cracking up. It took a full ten minutes to calm poor Janet down.

"Wait a minute!" she finally said. "Why would Abraham Lincoln be coming through with a message for YOU?"

"Ask him." I repeated.

Lonnnnnnng pause. "OMG! YOU'RE RELATED TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN?!! WHY DIDN'T YOU EVER TAL ME YOU WERE RELATED TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN?!!" and we were off on a Janet roll again.

Whenever I needed help I knew I could count on Linc. One very hot summer day we were driving back from one of John's medical appointments when our water pump went out on the Interstate. This was in the day before cell phones and we had our dog with us. We were miles from the nearest town and both disabled so neither of us would make it trying to hike to the nearest town and no one woud stop to help us.Finally I said to John "OK you're going to think I've lost it but I can only think of one more thing to do or we're going to cook in this van in this heat. "LINC WE NEED YOUR HELP!"

John looked at me as though I'd lost all of my marbles - until not less than two minutes later a LINCOLN COUNTY squad car pulled up behind us and called a tow truck for us.

John stared at me bug-eyed and said "Jesus Christ, you really DO talk to him!"

Within under two hours we were on the road again.

With Linc's arrival, DE disappeared from the scene. Apparently Linc was my new teacher. But it wouldn't be long before Linc would disappear and another teacher would appear.