Chapter I

The Awakening of Memory

Early recollections and the first glimpses of the unseen.

My earliest vivid memories are from 1960s Mexico City, starting when I was just two years old. Even at that age, I possessed a mature and familiar understanding of my family's activities and conversations. I was always puzzled by why they spoke to me as if I didn't comprehend them; I knew this was only temporary, requiring nothing more than patience.

    As a child, I had a powerful ability to listen and perceive, instinctively reading energy, expressions, and body language. Deciphering this secret language gave me a profound sense of purpose—a constant internal compass that has pointed my way ever since.

   It was a feeling amplified and enriched by my dreams, which were often less like fiction and more like memories.

    My vivid dreams have always been a source of inspiration and a personal time machine. In these early dreams, I traveled through countless historical timelines, experiencing lives as a child, a teenager, and an adult. I endured everything from adversity, loss, and death to contentment, success, and war. I didn't just witness these lives—I felt them. The emotions were so real that they would often linger for days after I woke.

    These dreams were often followed by visions of silhouetted figures who, through a cascade of jumbled words, revealed the reason and meaning behind my experiences. To me, this was proof that these were my past lives.

    My first and most frequent dream begins with me in a large chair, surrounded by the silhouettes of people I know—yet they are strangers. Their words are a torrent of demands, advice, and expectations, a confusing jumble of noise. But I am not overwhelmed; instead of a chaotic mess, I hear each voice and thought with perfect clarity. It is in that moment, amidst the din, that I finally understand what everyone is saying and, more importantly, what I have agreed to accomplish.

    I am then violently thrust through a sudden distance, collapsing into the warm, confined space of a fetus. The abrupt abandonment and utter solitude leave me feeling lost, but that uncertainty becomes my anchor. It doesn't weaken me; it reinforces my resolve to embrace the challenges of this unknown world.