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.

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    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.

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    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.