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What do Abraham Lincoln’s premonitions hint at?

Famously, Abraham Lincoln had premonitions of his own death.  

The first occurred when gazing in a mirror in his Illinois home, not long after first being elected President. He saw, or imagined he saw, his reflection twice. The first as he expected, alive, healthy, natural; the second image seemed to be a lifeless version of himself. It so startled him that he rose and took a walk.

Lincoln interpreted this waking vision to mean he would serve twice as president, but would not live through the second term.

Years later, just before his assassination, he had the below dream.

The details were recorded by Ward Hill Lamon, a former law partner of Lincoln’s, who also served as his bodyguard from time to time during his presidency.

According to Lamon, he transcribed what Lincoln said “as nearly in his own words as I can, from notes which I made immediately after its recital.”:

About ten days ago, I retired very late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream.

There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. I thought I left my bed and wandered downstairs. There the silence was broken by the same pitiful sobbing, but the mourners were invisible.

I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the same mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. It was light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break?

I was puzzled and alarmed. What could be the meaning of all this? Determined to find the cause of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered.

There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people, some gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully.

‘Who is dead in the White House?’ I demanded of one of the soldiers.

‘The President’ was his answer; ‘he was killed by an assassin!’

Then came a loud burst of grief from the crowd, which awoke me from my dream.

The only reason we know about this prophetic dream is because Lincoln recounted it to others  not long before he was assassinated  and one person wrote it down. 

How many other such messages are lost when death comes, because the person receiving the signals doesn’t recognize their importance  or does, and yet does not share them with others?

Yes, there is the morbid side to this, but there is also the extraordinary . . . the leakage into space-time awareness of what should be impossible, a glimpse into a future event.

Humanity is but a babe in the cosmos.

What is known (by us) is just a sliver of what can be known. We’ve come leagues in just the past few hundred years . . . and yet there will be understandings unfolding in the millennia to come that will surprise and delight the bejesus out of us. 

Incidents like these are teasers. They are sign posts crying out to be open. To not shut down. To be open to the Mystery.

What we think is possible is wrong! Not wrong, maybe, but infantile in our perception. It’s inaccurate at best.

There’s always more. There’s always a greater connection, a greater meaning. There’s always more. It is the exciting promise of life.


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