Tomorrow marks the 142nd anniversary of the assassination of President Lincoln but perhaps he's not really dead at all. A new book suggests he could be sitting next to you right now; maybe he's doing magic tricks in Vegas (great top hat for pulling rabbits) or frothing cream for a mochachino at Coffee Hut. Richard Salva has explored the "journey of Lincoln's reincarnated soul. He set out to test the hypothesis of a Himalayan yogi 50 years ago, who claimed Lincoln had been an advanced yogi in a past life. Here are some of the "yogic connections" he found:
*Lincoln's public objections to church doctrines paraphrased yoga's deeper teachings.
*Lincoln's prophetic dreams that he would ascend to a high office, then fall to his doom, including a White House funeral.
*Lincoln was a meditator. "His wife once whacked him with a piece of wood after he had gone so deep within he hadn't heard her speaking."
But the journey of Lincoln’s soul doesn’t stop there. Salva claims he was reincarnated as the famous aviator Charles Lindbergh. I have done a story or two about reincarnation and “past life regression” and mostly people have claimed to be princesses or warriors in their previous lives. Nobody was ever a rag salesman or the town leper.
What is different here, is that we are dealing with a couple of famous people who have led well-documented lives. This allows Salva to make his case, by outlining hundreds of remarkable similarities (or ordinary coincidences) in the book “Soul Journey; from Lincoln to Lindbergh.”
Let’s look at the surface-level connections:
*Both had deep set, bluish grey eyes. (Hey I have deep set bluish grey eyes! Hmmm.)
*Lincoln was born in Kentucky. Lindbergh, in Michigan---but “southern” Michigan. (ah, I don’t get it either. It’s 415 miles from Hodgenville to Detroit.)
*Lindbergh’s middle name is Augustus---the name of an Emperor, “significant when we consider that Lincoln was a president.”
OK don’t turn the page of your newspaper just yet. It gets better (or funnier.)
Both had frustrations with Washington, and women.
Both were good shots with a gun, and both enjoyed a practical joke.
The similarities range from the deeply serious (both had sons who died) to the trivial (they both had oval driveways at one time in their lives.)
Much of this is fascinating reading for history buffs. Also, it may offer solace for people hoping to evade death forever, and perhaps ultimately fulfill their dream of returning a kickoff a Soldier Field for a touchdown, instead of just delivering reports to the eighth floor. However, it raises some troubling questions about nature, theology, and our identity.
Why should I be saddled with the baggage of a previous life? And if I am, and I am not aware of it (as I am not) then what good is that? How can anyone be sure of the connection?
“One life isn't long enough to learn from all our past actions. It takes time for things to catch up, and they have to catch up several times before we learn from them,” Salva said. “You may not remember the challenges of your past lives, but you remember, deep inside, what you learned from them.”
If my very being is driven by a previous life, are my physical, and personality traits that are remarkably similar to my parents just a coincidence? (Are they a coincidence for my sister too?)
Also—what’s the endgame? Being with the great spirit? Is that better than eating ice cream, playing football, and raising your children?
“If you keep reincarnating, you begin to have this sense of anguishing monotony. It's always the same old thing - birth, childhood, puberty, worries about bills, and old age. The joys are so fleeting and imperfect. People who realize this get interested in "being with the great spirit" pretty quick.”
What would Illinois’ favorite son say about all this reincarnation? I find the answer in a famous Lincoln quote:
"For people who like that sort of thing, that is about the sort of thing they would like.”