Crumbs of Truth from the Tower of Pain.
Tower of London Raven -Image by Gustav Sommer from Pixabay The crumbs led to the Tower of Doom, the Tower of London. It has been an unbelievable path leading back in time to a historic memory. It took all the steps of my life along with a sense of destiny connected to the first steps my ancestors walked. Curiosity and a need to escape in the late night hours brought me there, and in my mind’s eye witnessing the energy lingering of a woman who I would have called my Aunt, Anne Boleyn. It was a path well documented by DNA and others collecting landmarks -paving the trail. It took my breath away once I figured out who Mary Boleyn was, evidently my great grandmother and then her sister Anne, my great Aunt. Part of me was screaming “no way” in disbelief while the other part of me saw puzzle pieces coming together. I submersed myself into documentaries in an effort to understand that piece of history, and because I wanted to feel what it was like back then, what they saw during their d