I travel to London for the first time. It had always been my dream.

I checked into my hotel and laid down on my bed. I felt a familiar feeling like this was my home. A home I had been to before.

I had always been an anglophone since the age of five.

One day in Covent Garden an elderly Gypsy woman approached me. She offered me a free reading if I bought her violets. So I did. She told me I had been a Queen of England in a previous life. She asked if I every had an English queen doll as a child. I told her I had a Jane Seymour doll. She told me that was who I was. It explains my fascination with the Tudor Dynasty.