I do believe in reincarnation. However, I don’t believe that I was any particular person famous or not. I believe that we’re all part of the past.

Despite my belief, it has always fascinated me how people delving into past lives are always hoping to have been someone famous. There’s an awful lot of Cleopatras out there, as well as Thomas Mores and so on.

I never thought to pursue (for giggles, mind you) until I read an article about one way of finding out what your past life might have been is to examine what, of the past, interests you, or causes you fear, etc. What of the past causes an extreme emotion?

I have always been obsessed with Henry VIII. From the time I was twelve, I read everything I could about him. I watched any documentaries and movies. I am probably one of the few women of today who doesn’t blame him for his disastrous marriages, and the beheadings.

So, thinking about that one morning, I was listening to a radio programme that had Sylvia Browne on it. She was doing her shtick (and mark this, I do think the woman is a charlatan) when I decided to call.

At the very last minute, I thought I ask something a bit more superficial (like, was I going to keep going out with the chucklehead I was dating?) when I blurted out, “I’m obsessed with Henry VIII! Why?”

She absolutely caused the host to be speechless when she said, “you were beheaded.”

Now, my first thought was, uh huh, now she’s gonna tell me I’m Anne Boleyn. However, she went on to tell me that I had been an older person, possibly in my 60s and was sometime in the Tower before being beheaded. She then went on to say that it was a botched job, too, and carried over into this life with a sensitivity surrounding my neck. (I don’t like people touching my neck and have, on several occasions, elbowed people in the gut who did so).

An interesting reading that sent me right to my books. I didn’t have a computer then, but I had lots of books. I was astonished when I found a woman who was beheaded because not only was she seen as a threat to Henry’s throne (despite her age), but she had two sons who were in very influential, pro-catholic positions. She spent quite a great time in the Tower, and one night was taken from her cell to be beheaded. The executioner was not available, so a young jailor was recruited to do the deed with a sword. The jailor wound up chasing the woman, with the sword, hacking at her neck, shoulders, and back.

The woman was Margaret Plantagenet Pole.

This is up for debate, but my mother thinks I look a lot like Margaret. Hmmm.