If popular wisdom says that writing a book is like a pregnancy and a labor, there is a reason... and yes, I agree they must have many things in common, as right now I feel exhausted, a bit nervous for the new stage getting closer in my life, and I am looking forward seeing "the face" of the fruit of my body. Though in this case maybe it would be better to say the fruit of my soul.
When I think about it, it seems incredible I have reached this point. When I set off in this path almost four years ago (in December 2011), I would have never imagined I would end up writing a book about my experience remembering past lives. It was impossible to imagine where those memories would lead me. I wanted to know myself, and I certainly did... It's like wanting to go through a mirror and access other realities, but the day you achieve it you realize that maybe you should have stayed quiet and bored in a corner of your room. In any case, I am glad I went through it, I vanquished my fears and took the first step resolutely, even when I was very alone, more alone than readers will be if they decide to imitate me and remember their past lives (or at least try).
The truth is I'm not excessively worried. Everyone follows their own path, and mine has been this. Some will feel it inside and will identify with my experiences and deepest feelings. Others won't think it is anything special. I can only leave my message out there, and I hope it reaches those who need it, the same way I needed it at the end of 2011.