The intimate and personal journey to the sacred Andean altars. These are those unique moments we can give ourselves to be reborn into a new human being. A space-time in the immensity of the earth and its mysteries. Lagoons, rivers, waterfalls, golden inner landscapes and blossoming flowers. And in that swampy marsh. The flower of the Andean lotus. Rebirth, the knowledge of that human possibility of being reborn. The wind whistles immemorial songs and the water its chants, the Andean harps sirens. Blankets and ancestral weavings, memories. Mother Coca and her colorful offerings, the flying tobacco falcon, among clouds and celestial lights. The mystery, the Spirit, and the sacred medicine, to paint rainbows on the soul. Mother Nature embraces the path with infinite love, reminding us of the meaning of conscious life. And the intimacy of sharing with an Andean paqo, a master initiated in the arts of ancestral knowledge. It allows us to reprogram and remember that ancestral memory, to communicate. “With places of pristine and pure energy. Plants, animals, and landscapes.” Mirrors of the soul. Memory in the stones, the water, the sun, the wind, and the sacred earth. A journey to the intimacy of our being. To hear the voice of the Spirit. In the intimacy of our heart.