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Oh Look...A page from Laker Girls Diary

starguard

starguard

Unluckiest Charm in the Box
Someone PM'd me a copy of a page from Laker Girls Diary (that she thinks is still under her bed) :D

Past Life Memory - I Was a Roman Slave Girl
From Battle Team "Laker Girl"


In the vision I had, I was in Ancient Rome and I was at a slave auction.

The scene seemed sort of hazy yet real at the same time. In the vision I had, I was in Ancient Rome and I was at a slave auction. The word that stuck out the most in the vision was Gaul which I believe means that I derived from Gaul. I was chained to a post and a bunch of men were quarreling over me. The greedy look of the slave auctioner made me feel nauseous and disgusted.

I remember now that I was a young woman, tall, milky white skin, and had a Celtic look about me. I had blond hair that I guess I could say was my best aspect. I remember finally this one man who was richly dressed and adorned with hundreds of jewels and metals. I remember being bought and led away from the slave platform. I was nervous and my hands were bound. I shook as I trailed behind him and I felt like collapsing after not eating for a week or so.

I do remember that I was very very hungry at the time and my mind was full of wonders, thoughts, and worries. I remember thinking whether he would be cruel or kind. Finally, he was seated in his litter which was hoisted headlength by four burly slaves. I followed after, my cheeks hot with shame and just shivering with worry. I felt so much shame for reasons that weren't revealed.

When we strode through the streets, I remembered seeing the evils of Roman people. I remember the disdain I possessed for Rome and the Roman people. I remember that my master was probably late twenties/early thirties. When we entered the atrium or vestibule, I remember shaking in fear as he surveyed me like a piece of meat. I felt embarassed and shamed still for some reason. The vision stopped when I was being led away. I remember for some reason that his eyes never seemed to leave me.
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