Farewell, Thomas Jefferson (T.J.) Davis

Farewell, Thomas Jefferson (T.J.) Davis

June 21, 1936 – May 7, 2023

It is with a great deal of sorrow that I share with you the passing of Thomas Jefferson (T.J.)  Davis. As many of you know. T.J. was the subject of my last book, “Edgar Cayce and the Unfulfilled Destiny of Thomas Jefferson Reborn.” In it I discussed how on June 23, 1936, Edgar Cayce, the most renowned psychic of the 20th century, gave a Life Reading for the two-day old T.J., who was the nephew of Cayce’s secretary Gladys Davis. In this Reading, Cayce identified one of the child’s past lives as that of Thomas Jefferson, adding this stunning prediction–that he “may become more important in the affairs of the WORLD than this entity in its previous experience has been to America–Thomas Jefferson.” This book examines all the reasons why that prediction never happened. It was the culmination of eight years I spent in researching and writing his story so that I could fulfill a pre-life promise I made to his soul to get this done, no matter what obstacles were thrown at me, and believe me, there were many!

Yet I must tell you, there is so much more to my relationship with T.J. than this. Since 1987, I have worked on the lifetime that we shared together. It wasn’t the only life we shared, but it was the one that had the most significance in this life for my soul’s journey. Through divine intervention, we met in this life in 1996 and in the following years, our friendship blossomed. We would go strong for a few years and then, without warning, we’d find ourselves separated for years at a time again. When we were together, we seldom talked about his Jefferson past life, because that did not mean a great deal to him. What mattered to him was his connection to his dear “Eddie Cakie” as he called Cayce as a child. We came to understand we were together again in this life because of our mutual connection to this great man. To T.J., that was far more important than his former glory as Jefferson or as his other famous past life, that of Alexander the Great.

Over the years we had many deep and profound conversations as he confided some of the karma he was dealing with in this life. We occasionally recalled an incident from one of our past lives, but that was never in the forefront of our conversations. We loved each other on a deep soul level and recognized early in our relationship that we came together to continue to share the teachings of Edgar Cayce. The stories T.J. told of his years growing up in the Cayce household, were so endearing and I understood early on what an incredible, loving bond Cayce and T.J. shared. As he continued to confide in me, I realized how much he had been maligned in this life. People mocked him because he did not fulfill Cayce’s prophecy, and yet, I knew something else was at play here that people needed to understand–and that was the role of free will. So like a reporter for the universe, I felt compelled to share what I sensed was the untold truth of his incarnation in this life. We had hours upon hours of conversations in which he told me of his life in the Cayce household, or talking about karma and the soul, and all the things Cayce taught him. We had many lofty ideas on how best to continue that work, but karma, time, age and illness prevented that from happening except on those few precious occasions when I could get him to talk in public.

I took a lot of heat for writing his book, but I have absolutely no regrets for doing it. As a matter of fact, of all my books, this is the one I am most proud of. I was racing against time to get it published before he passed and luckily, I did. After he read the final draft and saw it published, he said he loved it and commended me on a job well done. That was all my soul needed to hear, for it was then I knew I had fulfilled the promise I made to him when we were between lives–that I would tell his story.

I miss my friend so deeply I cannot express it in words. He promised me he’d live to 140, but came up considerably short of that goal. Well, that’s all right, dearest soul. There’s always next time…

Joanne
Joanne DiMaggio, MA,CHt