Reflecting upon the path

Let me tell you something, brother/sister, something that didn’t come from books or lectures, but from walking this Earth, listening to the spirits, and paying attention to the invisible threads that weave everything together

You see, this path, my path, didn’t begin with a ceremony or a calling from the sky, but with a deep, almost uncomfortable curiosity about what lies beyond the ordinary, and in that search, I found myself face to face with forces much older than me, wiser, more patient, yet incredibly precise in how they guide us

I remember speaking with the spirit of Saint Germain, not through some mystical trance, but through the kind of inner dialogue that only happens when you’ve sat enough in silence, long enough for your own noise to stop, and in that silence I asked him to look 25,000 years into the future, to tell me what he saw, and when he said he saw nothing, I realized the weight of our responsibility, that we are not guaranteed a future if we do not build it, if we do not collaborate with the dimension that is requesting our service, and that dimension, brother/sister, is this Earth, this Pachamama, and every heart that is trying to remember

So I made a pact, not a poetic one, but a real one, I would speak for those beings of light if they would help me hold the door open, not just for me, but for all who are ready to return, and in doing that, I learned that devotion isn’t just prayer or rituals, it’s seeing the divine spark in someone and honoring their path, their light, even if they forget it for a while

Now, this path gave me two technologies, simple in description, but infinite in implication: the container and the seed

The feminine energy in us, whether we are in a man’s body or not, is the container, the chalice, the Earth, the womb, and she holds, she nurtures, she sustains, while the masculine energy is the seed, the word, the arrow, the lightning that carries intention and design, and when we bring these two into harmony, we can literally open the heavens, we can become bridges between the higher realms and this physical plane

But to do that, we must conquer a very specific territory, not the Andes, not a sacred mountain out there, no, the land we haven’t conquered yet is our own body.

You’d be surprised how many so-called seekers are trying to escape their bodies in search of spirit, when in truth, the body is the vessel through which spirit births itself, and I learned that the body is the wild, untamed land, uncivilized by culture, undomesticated by habit, and yet, it is where the divine wants to land

So I began to inhabit my body, not just as a biological machine, but as sacred earth, sacred geometry, sacred water, and in that inhabiting, I realized that every part of me, from my liver to my bones, had a memory, a role, a prayer waiting to be listened to

And of course, when you start walking like that, the mountains listen

Apu Taqeyoq came forward, as a presence that asked me: Are you going to keep your word? Because here, your word is not just a promise, it is your frequency, and if you betray your word, you fracture your field, and when you fracture your field, the spirits cannot walk with you

So I learned to be cautious with my declarations, my affirmations, my prayers and my speech out of respect for the power they carry

That’s when Popocatépetl entered the circle, and soon after, Ausangate, and these aren’t just volcanoes or snow peaks, these are ancient Divine Intelligences, and they play ball with each other, they throw the responsibility to one another, they check each other, and they check us, too

They reminded me that we are part of a larger orchestration, and even they, the majestic mountains, depend on us, on our choices, on our remembering.

That’s why I say: don’t be lazy with your presence, don’t just orbit some areas of your life, inhabit all of your twelve houses, the house of your voice, the house of your longing, the house of your sexuality, the house of your shadow, because if you don’t, someone else or something else will inhabit them for you

So now, every time I open my Missa, my sacred space, I do it with full awareness that I am not just Andrés, I am a representative of something larger.

When I speak, when I offer, when I walk into ceremony, I am a portal, a momentary embodiment of these energies, and I don’t channel them blindly; I invoke them with precision

I say: Apu Taqeyoq, manifiestate aquí y ahora, not with the expectation of fireworks, but because I want clarity, presence, truth

And I’ve learned not to confuse invocation with emotional drama, it’s not about feeling overwhelmed or mystical, it’s about alignment, it’s about honoring your role as a seed bearer and container simultaneously. Sometimes I talk to my kids' souls before they take an exam, I send a spirit helper to whisper clarity in their ear, I ask the Apus to sit with them when they sleep

Sometimes I tell a wandering spirit, “Don’t mess with me, brother/sister“, I say it straight, because I’ve learned that compassion must include boundaries

And yet, once a year, I open the door and say: come, receive this blessing, but after that, please move on, don’t be a burden across generations.

That’s what I’m telling you now, be the one who remembers, not just for yourself, but for your lineage.

Represent the spirits in your walk, invoke them with dignity, don’t channel like a wind-blown leaf, but speak as a guardian, as a priest, as one who knows where he stands

And always, always, remember this: your word is your seed, your body is your earth, your attention is the water, and your silence is the sun

Cultivate well, brother/sister, and you’ll become the garden that feeds generations to come