So a few years ago I decided to go to a hypnotist and have past life regression. I did feel super relaxed but it took some time to get me to that state. During the regression I was a woman with long blonde hair in a yellow corset dress. I couldn’t see what I looked like because I was looking from her point of view but could just see the long blonde hair. I walked up some steps into a large room with a fireplace and there was a man stood at the side of the fireplace. He was absolutely gorgeous and was wearing a black cap and had dark hair like in a short bob type style. He was wearing them black baggy trousers things men wore in the Middle Ages and a black cloak. Ok so here’s where it gets cheesy! So as I walked towards him he had a big smile on his face and said “I will find you my Anne” god I’m cringing just at that line. And then that was it I was back in a hallway full of doors and brought out of the regression. When I came round I was extremely drained and felt heavy. Even though everything I saw seemed real I couldn’t help but think I had imagined it despite never having a very good imagination. Ok again this is why I think I may have imagined it. I have had a massive interest in Richard 3rd for some time. I am obsessed with anything to do with him and his wife, and queen, Anne. I get actually annoyed when I see, or read, things that say he killed his nephews, the princes in the tower as I believe truly he didn’t do it and I want to defend him. I also could genuinely cry for him that he lost the battle of bosworth. In the regression the man stood there had all the sort of clothing on Richard would have worn, along with the hair and of course me being Anne. He didn’t look like he does in his portraits but none survive that were drawn when he was alive so there’s a good chance he looks different to his portraits. About a week after this I was laid in bed, not asleep, and all of a sudden and I mean for literally seconds only I was somewhere else, that I felt was middleham castle and he was stood in front of me, really close, but then I was back in bed. It was all very strange and I keep meaning to maybe go again. It felt so real, the regression, at the time but the skeptical part of my brain tells me it was just imagination.