Past Lives | I've Got Three

Darkness | Third Life Revealed

A few months later I traveled to Buenos Aires, Argentina, to visit a great mayority of my family. I started feeling like a dog, but I didn't realize that until now.

I had experienced a Sense Shift back in Chile. As my wolf Stone, I had chased a cat into my friend's house. But I wasn't so sure it had gotten in there, so I walked by and sniffed. Caught the strong scent of cat, I don't know how but I identified it. As a human, wouldn't have caught it anyway.

Now, here in Argentina, me and my Mom were taking a walk. As we passed over by a house, I experienced a Sense Shift and could smell the fecal odor coming from the house's bathroom. Told my Mom but she could not smell it.

The Shift kept pressing down on me as we walked. We went by beside a house, and I caught the horrible, quimical stench of a medicine. Of course I remembered where it came from. I remembered being at an animal hospital, a nasty hand reaching down on me to give me that remedy. The corners of my eyes were darkening. It looked like some kind of laboratory, and I could see my forepaw stretching out like dead. The forepaw was colored like a Rhodesian Ridgeback's, and I knew that I had also been a dog. This was a memory of my past lifetime, that made me freeze with fear. I had been used in a laboratory, and I still don't know what for.

Then we went to eat at a restaurant. There were four tennis rackets hanging at the walls. I had another vision, a shock, by looking at them. I was being cornered at the back of a dark alleyway, at night. There was a man in front of me, pointing a flashlight at me. He was hitting me hard, with a tennis racket. It deeply scared me.

On our way back home, I had another memory. I was sitting at the lap of a young man. He was using his computer, and I was looking into it's screen. There was a picture of a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix laying on a dog bed. Of course at that time I didn't understand, but seeing the memory in this human body I see what the man wanted. It was a post on Facebook, and I can hardly remember it said something about adopting me. 

Now I have bizarre thoughts of my death. I think I died of a genetical disorder, or a simple disease. So far I can recall, I was first abandoned, then abused, used in an experiment lab and then rescued by a man. The man put me up for adoption, but I died of a health disorder before someone wanted me. I can say I lived about 3 years, and I think I had no pups.