Agathe
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When I was seven, I had a friend who would use me as her slave. She would tell me to do her homework, to throw out her food in the garbage,she went into fits if I tried to talk with other people without her,exc..she was very possessive.She would sometimes tell me that I had to call her "mistress". She thought, and I as well, that it was the most natural thing in the world (I know this sounds really stupid..). My other friends didn't like it, they would always tell me that she didn't deserve my friendship, I don't know why but I didn't agree with them. It continued until one day, a teacher told me that I was her "slave". That word had a certain effect on me. My parents remarked that I then started having an obsession with binding my hands and feet (with just about anything) and that I would sometimes sleep like that, in uncomfortable positions. And the strange thing is that I actually liked it...
After that, whenever I saw my "friend", I would have this strange bitter feeling of "misery" and "desperation", the feeling that I wasn't free, that she could do whatever she wanted with me, I felt..weak.
I realized that she had treated me as her mere possession..as a slave.
I disliked it, however I stayed with her..it just seemed right.
One day, as I was zapping through channels, I found a documentary/movie on Ancient Rome (I didn't know anything really about history then) ..when I saw the first images, I felt a rush of familiarity and thought "Rome".
I then decided that night, that I would like Ancient Rome and free myself from my "mistress".
The next day, I refused to do her biddings and I started being slightly mean with her. She got angry, and went to tell the teacher that I was bullying her and I got punished. She then told me that I wouldn't escape her, that I was her slave and that I had to be punished for refusing to obey. So, I stayed with her... a little longer. She started hitting,slapping,threatening and "torturing" me. She would, for exemple, force me to leave my hand in snow (without gloves,for the entire recess). If it hurt me, she would hit me and laugh. When I bought new closes that she liked, she would force me to give them to her. When I was with other friends, she called me back to her like if I was her dog. She loved treating me as such. My friends had enough and told my teacher what she was doing to me, and she got finally punished.
I then completely ignored her, even if she hit me (however I was still a little afraid of her). After a week, she stopped all the hitting, but continued calling me "slave" or "dog" instead of my name, with a wide grin on her face. She stopped a year later, and then completely ignored me.
Lately, I've been asking myself if this could be an indication of a past life as her slave in Ancient Rome...but I'm not really sure..
If anyone of you has been a slave in your past lives, those this seem plausible somehow?
After that, whenever I saw my "friend", I would have this strange bitter feeling of "misery" and "desperation", the feeling that I wasn't free, that she could do whatever she wanted with me, I felt..weak.
I realized that she had treated me as her mere possession..as a slave.
I disliked it, however I stayed with her..it just seemed right.
One day, as I was zapping through channels, I found a documentary/movie on Ancient Rome (I didn't know anything really about history then) ..when I saw the first images, I felt a rush of familiarity and thought "Rome".
I then decided that night, that I would like Ancient Rome and free myself from my "mistress".
The next day, I refused to do her biddings and I started being slightly mean with her. She got angry, and went to tell the teacher that I was bullying her and I got punished. She then told me that I wouldn't escape her, that I was her slave and that I had to be punished for refusing to obey. So, I stayed with her... a little longer. She started hitting,slapping,threatening and "torturing" me. She would, for exemple, force me to leave my hand in snow (without gloves,for the entire recess). If it hurt me, she would hit me and laugh. When I bought new closes that she liked, she would force me to give them to her. When I was with other friends, she called me back to her like if I was her dog. She loved treating me as such. My friends had enough and told my teacher what she was doing to me, and she got finally punished.
I then completely ignored her, even if she hit me (however I was still a little afraid of her). After a week, she stopped all the hitting, but continued calling me "slave" or "dog" instead of my name, with a wide grin on her face. She stopped a year later, and then completely ignored me.
Lately, I've been asking myself if this could be an indication of a past life as her slave in Ancient Rome...but I'm not really sure..
If anyone of you has been a slave in your past lives, those this seem plausible somehow?
