Chapter 2 - The hard truth of the reincarnated girl’s situation
"Where the hell am I?" I ask myself, looking around. It’s been half a year since I was reborn, and I have some limited control over my movements, and I can now understand a bit of my situation.
My mother and the other women in this den are slaves, and so am I, as a slave’s daughter. I was reborn, and I was happy to have a second life, in what looks like a fantasy world... only to learn the harsh truth.
Apparently, the men who enter sometimes are the overseers, and they usually take one or two of the women out of our room, and bring them back a couple of hours later, or the next day. My mother is often taken, and now I can see that when she comes back, her eyes are red from crying, and her face is in pain.
I feel powerless, with this baby body of mine, but I swear to myself that I will put an end to this. Lillian, my mother, I swear to you that I will free you and everyone else here as well. Of course, I can’t speak anything, but the intention is in my heart.
From the day that I understood my situation, I redoubled my efforts to learn the language and to do my meditations.
Yes, I’ve been keeping up with the meditation exercises, as well as the recounting of my own previous life to myself, since the day I was reborn here. I don’t know if it’s because of that, or if I would remember everything anyway, but I’m still able to recount everything that happened.
One thing that I noticed is that my mind is a bit fuzzier than it used to be, and that even small things can incite overwhelming emotions that cloud my judgment. It’s probably just the biology of toddler brains at play, so I’m not too worried. I just shelf it to examine later.
So, over time, I started focusing less on the recounting of my previous life and more on the meditation itself. That’s because meditation in this world feels different from the one I usually did back on Earth.
I could feel an undercurrent right below my grasp, in the core of my soul. So, every day, I spend a good chunk of hours in contemplation, trying to grasp that undercurrent and understand it.