George Lucien Gregoire - The Reincarnation of Albino Luciani: In Search of the Human Soul

The Reincarnation of Albino Luciani

Lucien Gregoire friend/biographer of Albino Luciani

Insofar as it defines the human soul, this book is a great comfort to the aging and those who contemplate death. Insofar as it explores the evolution of world religions, it is important to the young and those who contemplate life.

Howard Jason Smith, Boston Globe

Born and bred in New England, George Lucien Gregoire completed his undergraduate and graduate work in Massachusetts schools.

He spent his professional career as an officer of a Fortune 100 company. As an international figure in cooperative education and as the founding trustee of organizations providing education to impaired children, he served on boards of secondary schools and universities.

Gregoire was a NATO intelligence officer when he made the acquaintance of Albino Luciani when the bishop was leading the priest-worker effort which gave rise to the Communist Party in Italy.

He is the author of The Vatican Murders: The Life and Death of John Paul I, the only biography of the 33-day Pope in any language written by one who knew the man.

Preface

Conversations with a boy herein are consistent with Albino Lucianis doctoral dissertation at the Gregorian University, February 1947.

In defending his thesis The Origin of the Human Soul Albino Luciani told his peers:

If we are ever to remove the question mark from the end of our liveswhat happens to us after we are gonewe must first determine the truth of the God we are born into. Then, we must define the human soul. Precisely what is this thing we are trying to save? These things, we will do now...

As Dante once took us through the levels of hell, the reincarnated Albino Luciani, in the voice of a precocious ten year old boy, takes us through the heavens of the Neanderthal, the Cro-Magnon the Bushman, the Aborigine, the Grecian, the Egyptian, the Jew, the Christian, the Muslim, the Hindu, the Buddhist, the Tao, and one more. A long lost prophecy holding the secret to eternal life.

Closing his book and setting it aside, he peered over at me.

Aside from the resurrection of his body, which common sense tells him is sheer fantasy; the good Christian is bent on saving his soul, something he does not understand.

Doesnt make a lot of sense, does it? He waited.

I agreed. You are right about resurrection of the body. It makes no sense there are bathrooms in heaven.

Yet, one still has the soul. You will never be able to prove or disprove the existence of the human soul.

He wormed his hook, Why not?

I took the bait. For starters, you cant define it. You dont know where it is. In truth, you dont really know what it is.

Reaching over and grasping my arm, he held my eyes.

I nearly fell off my chair. But, I do know what it is. I have found my soul. Whats more, I have the proof.

The room fell quiet. I waited anxiously for the little guy to make his astounding revelation. He was not to disappoint me

I remember them all

Many times, many places

Many people, many faces

Many friends, many foes

Many joys, many woes

Many losses, many gains

Many mates, many names

Many ups, many downs

Many smiles, many frowns

Many struggles, many scenes

Many hopes, many dreams

Yet, always me

On Christmas day 1945, Albino Luciani eulogized General Patton in the Belluno Cathedral. A year earlier, Luciani and Patton had served jointly at the grave of a gay American soldier who had given his life to save twenty-eight Italian school children. Following the interment, the generalwho believed in reincarnationhad discussed the possibility with Luciani.

Contents

The Reincarnation of Albino Luciani

we must first determine the truth of the God we are born into. Then, we must define the human soul

Prejudice

As an encore to The Reincarnation of Albino Luciani, the author recreates little known incidents in the lives of famous people which caused them to rise up as champions of human justice

Come, take his hand. Touch the sun, sniff the wine, taste the honey, peek the chartreuse, march the song. Come walk with him in the distant forests of the hinterland.

Come, walk in the woods with the little boy Albino, together with Pinocchio and the Cat and the Fox and the Poodle Medoro.

Let him take you out of the black and white chaos of yesterday, into the Technicolor world of tomorrow.

Let him give you a breathtaking glimpse of the human soul.

Let him reveal what he meant, when he told us:

Dont knock yourself out over smart monkeys and Adam and Eve. Each of us is responsible for our own evolution. We can choose to remain as mortal men, or, we can evolve as Gods.

The quote is from Albino Lucianis doctoral dissertation, February 27, 1947, Rome

I would like to tell you of Audrey, of my friend Audrey.

She was in my class in high school, as homely as they come; horned-rimmed glasses and all. Not a hint of a personality; seemed to have been born without the instinct to smile.

Nothing, no, not a thing that could attract a friend, let alone a boyfriend. A sad state of affairs. Each time I looked at her, would touch my heart, as when one sees a sad-faced dog.

As for me, I had no trouble attracting friends. Though I was no Cary Grant, I was one of the smartest kids in the class and a four-letter man in the field.

I will remember my junior prom all of my life, for as long as I live, every day of my life. Not so much for what was there; but for what was not there.

On my arm, was the prettiest girl in the class, and we danced all night. Later that evening, after I dropped her off, I drove home and sat in my car for a bit.

I thought not of the prettiest girl at the dance, but of the homeliest.

Audrey had not been there. No one, not a soul, had made it his responsibility to let her, too, have her time.

One of those things one calls tears climbed up out of my heart, started from the crevice of my eye, and crept toward the lid I looked, first, to the right, then, to the left, then, again, to the right, and, finally, to the left, once more.

Not quite yet a man, I let it slip out onto my cheek.

In my heart, nothing, no, not a thing, was left in its place.

The following winter had come and gone. It was the week of the senior prom. As I came down the sidewalk, as was often the case, she was coming the other way.

Where normally we would pass with a downcast Hi, I walked straight into her as to block her path.

Frightened, she asked, Whats wrong? I dont understand?