The call of the Mayan lands for pilgrimage and to sow honey

In 2022, during a short yet meaningful pilgrimage to the Wall of Tears in Galápagos, Ecuador, as part of a global energetic work, I remembered the use of honey in territories. And honey revealed to me that in ancient Lemuria there were initiations with honey placed on the forehead.

Everything confirmed what I had already felt about its power on the skin—something that human reason cannot yet fully comprehend, or at least is only beginning to understand.

When the call of Cusco became urgent, I only knew that I had to go carrying honey, even though I was not feeling well physically. My guides told me that I would walk a lot, but that all of it would be part of my healing.

It was magical to discover the shape of the Inca Capital and its chakras, where work had to be done. This continued in great temples where the sun was honored, and I was reminded that pre-Inca ceremonies were carried out by priestesses. There I understood why bees were worshiped as Goddesses in Egypt, where the sun was the God—just as for the Incas and other ancient civilizations.

The call of Mexico had been strong, especially from the Yucatán Peninsula, Atlantean lands that still preserve temples, rituals, and reverence for certain Gods, as well as for the transition between life and death.

I knew I had to go to Valladolid, the outskirts of Mérida, and some temples, to visit the guardians of the bees and to sow honey in a sacred space. I didn’t know how I was going to get there nor did I have an itinerary; I only knew where it would begin and where it would end. I also knew I had to find a place that resonated with my medicine so that from there I could expand it.

After facing some energetic obstacles that tried to prevent me from making this pilgrimage, on the day of departure I asked the bees for their blessing. At 5 a.m., in the hostel in Puerto Morelos, I asked for a sign and began to hear a buzzing—it was a bee in the shower where I was preparing to leave. It reconfirmed to me that I was on the right path.

The pilgrimage cannot even be put into black and white, because it is impossible. The angels that appeared, the forms they took. Arriving at the Temple where I was meant to go mainly to remember. Neither photos nor a thousand words could ever describe what I experienced there. After doing my work there and in another hidden place in Yucatán—which I will detail in another blog—Yucatecan honey came to me, and the connections kept unfolding. Even there, in that magical town in the middle of nowhere, that morning I doubted and thought: is this real, what I am doing? Could it be just an illusion, a pretext to travel alone and at my own rhythm? And so I asked for a sign. It was around 7 a.m., an unusual hour for bees to be foraging. The bees buzzed again, and I could hardly believe it—they appeared once more near me, in curious places. I was encouraged, without suspecting that on that very day I would come into contact with the sacred bee of these lands, the Melipona beechei.

I returned to Valladolid to recover, already halfway back, in an oasis whose price no one would believe. Everything was magical. When I arrived in Puerto Morelos and the next day at Lunita Jungle Retreat, after traveling more than 900 kilometers, I knew that this was the place where the honey had to be sown. The bees helped clear the sky, for it was raining, and the place for the ritual was waiting for us—even the space for the offering. I had also dreamed of Nico’s puppy, among other synchronicities.

In the end, there were six of us—a special number. I had honey for six, energy for six, and the space had seats for those who were present. It was all perfect.

I see that many people feel the call of Mexico—perhaps because, beyond the great Mayan wisdom, we may have experienced lives there?

The sacredness of the Mother Bees still lives in Yucatán. And although Apis mellifera have already been introduced, it seems there are still forests and flowers for both, something we must ensure continues to exist.

Honey is a catalyst for healing processes at the cellular level. Honey is a substance that holds the memory of the territory, and cells hold the memory of lineage. I feel that perhaps because of all this, I could not simply arrive with my medicine; instead, I felt I had to leave something in return—the famous Inca Ayni. And I did it in my own way, bringing honey-love where it was felt to be needed. Remembering and honoring the territory of Melipona beechei and Ah Muzen Cab.

Thanks to the bees who guide these pilgrimages, and to the people who resonate with their call, on February 21 and 22 I will be sharing the therapeutic use of honey on the skin at Lunita. Opening with Inca grounding techniques, ritualizing the use of honey on our bodies to purify and prevent illness. I will share what the bees have taught me over these 21 years about honey on the skin, in the eyes, and most especially Honey Massage on the back—an ancestral liberation technique that was almost lost due to its energetic delicacy.

Lunita Jungle Retreat, on the Route of the Cenotes in the Riviera Maya, is a place with a great purpose: to serve as a container for intimate processes of deep healing. I feel the time has come for therapists and participants to be ready to truly understand what honey can do for the skin and for vision. We will explore the world of Apis and Melipona.

We chose this place—or perhaps it chose us—we do not know, only that it is perfect for this first Certification, because the moment has arrived. And with the blessing of the bees, on February 21, 2026, we will open the certification and the heart in this New Time.

The time of the Eagle and the Condor. The time of the bees and the Solar Tribe.