The Incas honoured three sacred animals, each a guardian of a realm.

The condor for the sky, the puma for the earth, the serpent for the underworld.

Their presence lives on in carved stones and ancient temples like the Temple of the Condor at Machu Picchu, echoes of an old knowing.

The Andes listens to all stories, holding space for you.

 

The Amazon speaks in signs, not sentences, through scent, sound, and sensation. Gateways open where no doors exist.

Rainbows crown the mountains not as ornament, but as truth. The sun and moon don’t just rise.

They reveal.

Life here is alchemy, found in ritual, in flavour, in the gaze that sees beneath the surface.

You are not just a visitor. You are part of a cycle remembered. Sometimes the path is unclear, and still, you know where home is.

Until next time.