Green Lemons are Limes

This is a fictional story based on the information received during Space Clearing

Nestled within the rugged mountains of Andalusia, there lay a hidden gem—an ancient house that had been a secret haven for generations. This extraordinary abode was known by a few and had been passed down through a family that cherished its unique beauty. When none of the family were left it was brought by a family who loved it as much as those who had so lovely cared for it for so many generations.

The house was nestled in the sun-kissed limestone cliffs that defined the landscape of the small, picturesque village. The village was a remote, sleepy hamlet, far removed from the bustling city life, where time seemed to move at its own leisurely pace. The house was an embodiment of the region's rich history and a testament to human ingenuity.

The house was a series of interconnected rooms, forming a cosy, otherworldly sanctuary. Its entrance, a narrow doorway, was draped with flowering vines that meandered along the rugged exterior. Inside, the rooms were naturally cool in the heat of summer and warmly insulated during the harsh winter months. The walls, adorned with intricate patterns and inscriptions, whispered tales of the generations that had inhabited this unique dwelling.

In the centre of the main room, there stood a grand wooden table, where the families would gather for hearty Spanish meals, filled with laughter, wine, and the flavours of the land. The ceiling bore the marks of countless candles and lanterns that had illuminated the room through the years. The walls were adorned with tapestries, some telling stories of battles fought, others showing scenes of pastoral beauty from the nearby countryside.

The bedrooms, though modest in size, held an air of serenity, thanks to their stone-carved arches and warm, earthy hues. The family had decorated them with handwoven blankets and old, yet lovingly preserved furniture, each piece having a story of its own. A gentle breeze flowed through the open windows, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the distant sounds of chirping birds.

The heart of the home was a small garden that had been cultivated on a terrace, sheltered by the overhanging mountain. A variety of fruit trees, colourful blooms, and aromatic herbs thrived there, cared for by the skilled green thumb of the family matriarchs. They had learned the secrets of the earth from their mothers and grandmothers. The new family had taken the time to learn the old ways in order to keep the garden special. It was a place of peace, where the family would gather for picnics, storytelling, and evening stargazing, the dim light from the lanterns casting enchanting shadows on the walls.

As the years passed, the appreciation for the house continued, preserving its history and traditions while embracing modernity. The village around them had grown, and with it, the world had started to take notice of their unique home.

The house in rural Spain stands as a living testament to the enduring spirit of the region, where ancient traditions meet the modern world. It remains a place of warmth, where the past and the present intertwine in harmony, and where the heart of rural Spain beats steadily, hidden among the rocky cliffs.

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The village house was situated in rural Spain and is a beautiful well looked after property, it had been on the market for a number of years, with little interest.

The energy in the house was mainly residual. 

The storeroom was heavier and darker than the rest of the property. Residual energy of a man who was not very nice in life. A fairly tall figure who liked to wear dark-coloured clothes. His energy was one of control and he was connected to the cave when it was a lot smaller.  

Bedroom 4 had a feeling of sadness, loss, grief and tears. 

I also picked up arguing, anger, betrayal and a small boy hiding from the arguing.

There was an air of feeling overwhelmed and confusion which would have impacted the owner. I advised them to take time to write their ideal home, in as much detail as they could and also, to thank you to the house. If you are looking to move, you can also use the affirmation I gave the owner of this property to help things move on: ‘Thank you, for being our home, for all the memories and happy times, but now it’s someone else’s turn to enjoy you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.’

There were also cords attaching the owner to the property, which I cut, so she was able to move on.

What happened next was very strange. A man in spirit came through loud and clear with a message that he visited often, I got the name John, a father or grandfather figure. He wanted them to cry less, when they did cry, he was always there wrapping his arms around them. Even though he died at a young age around 50, he had and would never stop loving them. Whenever they needed him, he would be there, if they had any concerns, they should talk to him, and they would suddenly have the answer jump into their head. He would be with them wherever they lived. This was strange because the owner of the house had no idea who he was. I had space cleared the cave house whilst I was looking after my friend's dogs and the next time I went to the house John was there again. Then the penny dropped. It was a message for my friend, not the owner of the cave house. When I told her she burst into tears and was able to verify all the details. John had not in fact died young but had suffered dementia for many years. He had not known who he was or who his family were and had been in a care home. This is not the only time that someone with dementia has acted like they had died earlier. I have done other jobs where the person is very much alive, but visits loved ones as if they had died. A very strange phenomenon! I later went on to do an Oracle card reading for her Mother and although at one point I thought John would not put in an appearance, he did! I was able to reassure my friend's mum that he was more than okay, and that he was still with her and sending loads of love. 

I cleared all the negative energies and programmed the house for a quick, easy sale and that the perfect buyers would be healthy, happy and abundant in it. The property has not yet sold but is getting many more viewings, so it is just a matter of time.

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The small town of Cuevas hid a remarkable secret during the turbulent years of 1932 to 1937—a secret escape tunnel that would become a symbol of hope and defiance against the oppressive regime that gripped Spain.
The escape tunnel's origins traced back to a group of brave townsfolk who opposed the authoritarian rule. Among them was Diego, a local teacher with a passion for education and a burning desire for justice. He had seen his students and their families suffer under the regime's iron fist and decided it was time to take action.
With a small group of like-minded individuals, Diego embarked on a perilous journey to create a hidden passage to freedom. They worked tirelessly in the dead of night, their shovels biting into the earth beneath the town's cobblestone streets. Friends, neighbours, and even children joined the cause, all sharing a common dream—to liberate those oppressed by tyranny.
Over the course of five years, the escape tunnel, known as "La Esperanza" or "The Hope," grew in complexity and reach. It meandered its way beneath the charming streets of Cuevas, complete with concealed entrances and chambers for refuge. The entrance to the tunnel was hidden beneath the floorboards of Diego’s small apartment, a place that would soon become a symbol of resistance.

"The Hope" became a beacon of light for those suffering under the oppressive regime. Political dissidents, persecuted minorities, and anyone daring to defy the authoritarian rule found solace in the tunnel's shadows. Diego, with his unwavering dedication to justice and his position as a teacher, became a source of inspiration for the escapees. He offered guidance and hope to those about to embark on the treacherous journey through "The Hope."
Over the years, "The Hope" helped over 100 people escape the clutches of tyranny. Some found refuge in neighbouring towns and villages, while others embarked on dangerous treks across the rugged terrain of Andalusia to reach safety.
As the Spanish Civil War raged on, the escape tunnel's existence became increasingly precarious. In 1937, with the regime tightening its grip on Cuevas, Diego and his comrades decided to seal the tunnel's entrances and disband their group. They knew the risks had grown too great. Unfortunately, they were too late. The last people to use the tunnel would be murdered in them and their souls stuck there for the best part of a century. 
The war eventually ended, and many of those who had escaped through "The Hope" survived to witness the fall of the oppressive regime. The tunnel, however, had been blocked and remained hidden beneath the town's streets, a silent witness to the courage and compassion of its creators.
Decades later, whilst renovating the shared house in which Diego had lived and the tunnels entrance had been, the builders rediscovered "The Hope," and its story became a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who had risked everything for the sake of freedom.
This blog is in honour of Diego, his fellow conspirators and all the Diegos that time has forgotten, as well as the countless lives they saved during those tumultuous times.
"The Hope" serves as a reminder that even in the smallest of towns, the human spirit can create a path to freedom and hope, even in the darkest hours of oppression.

I highly recommend trying El Palacete.
They also have a fantastic vegetarian/vegan restaurant ‘The Happy Herbivore’, the food is out of this world.
Take a look at the El Palacete website https://www.english.palacetedecuevas.com