Green Lemons are Limes

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

Nestled between rolling hills and picturesque olive groves of Spain, lay a tiny village named Villa Rosa. In this tranquil hamlet, a loving family named the Garcías resided, filling their days with warmth, laughter, and rich traditions.

At the centre of the Garcías' world was Juan, the family patriarch, with his silver hair and kind eyes. Juan had spent his entire life in Villa Rosa, tending to the family's olive groves and almond orchard, embracing the simple pleasures of the village. His wife, Isabella, possessed a gentle spirit that radiated warmth, making her a beloved figure in the community.

Their three children, Sofia, Alejandro, and Maria, brought joy to every corner of the Garcías' home. Sofia, the eldest, possessed an adventurous spirit and a deep love for nature. Alejandro, the middle child, had an insatiable curiosity and a talent for capturing life's moments with his paintbrush. Maria, the youngest, had a heart full of compassion and an infectious laughter that could lift anyone's spirits.

Every morning, the family would gather around their cosy kitchen table, savouring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and homemade bread. Juan would regale them with tales of the village's history, passing down the rich heritage of Villa Rosa. The family would then venture out into the village, greeting neighbours and friends with warm embraces and spirited conversations.

As the seasons changed, so did the Garcías' daily routines. Spring brought the joyous fiestas, where the village square transformed into a vibrant celebration of music, dancing, and fireworks. Sofia would twirl among the colourful dresses, her laughter blending with the infectious melodies. Alejandro would find inspiration in the flickering lights and capture the energy on his canvases, while Maria would distribute her homemade sweets, spreading sweetness and smiles to everyone.

Summer brought long, lazy afternoons spent beneath the shade of ancient olive trees. The family would gather for picnics, sharing juicy slices of watermelon and telling stories that seemed to float on the warm breeze. Juan would teach his children how to care for the trees, passing on the knowledge that had been in their family for generations.

Autumn arrived with the harvest of almonds and grapes. The Garcías would join their fellow villagers, working side by side, their laughter blending with the rhythmic clinking of grape-filled baskets. Juan, with a gleam in his eyes, would explain the delicate art of winemaking, imparting his wisdom to Sofia, Alejandro, and Maria.

Winter brought the olive-picking season to Villa Rosa. Hard work collecting olives to be sent to the local olive press and turned into the richest, most delicious olive oil. Some were kept back to create the village's famous eating olives. This was a long process and would take the women of the village several months, salting, washing and favouring them with garlic and herbs. In the evenings the family would gather around the crackling fireplace, their faces illuminated by its warm glow. They would share stories and play traditional Spanish songs on their instruments. Sunday lunchtimes they indulged in homemade piping hot paella. When it rained they enjoyed migas, a dish of flour fried with garlic, oil and local meat produce. 

Years passed, and the Garcías grew older, but their love for their village and each other only deepened. Villa Rosa continued to thrive as the heart and soul of their lives. Sofia, Alejandro, and Maria went on to carry forward the traditions and values instilled in them by their parents, ensuring that the spirit of their tiny Spanish village remained alive for generations to come.

And so, the Garcías lived a life of contentment and fulfilment, finding beauty in the simplicity of their days, forever cherishing the magical tapestry of love, community, and tradition that wove their lives together in the enchanting village of Villa Rosa.

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I have a friend who I would describe as curiously sceptical about the work I do.  She is not the only one of my friends and family who are, which is totally fine with me.

She was at a crossroads in her life and couldn’t work out which fork to take, I had read Oracle cards for her in the past and she asked me to do it again. She also asked me to help her sell her house because of my estate agency background. Her house had been on the market for two years with very little interest. She had already moved out and was keen to finish the cycle and sell it. It was well-priced and there was no reason, on the surface for it not to sell. I met her in the property and told her the first thing that needed to be done was to space clear it. That day, I read her cards, overlooked by two spirit men, who made sure that we knew they were there by slamming doors and moving keys. My friend couldn’t believe the activity. There was no denying we were not alone.

The following day I went to space clear the house. Nothing, I could not pick up any information at all. Zero. The spirit men were gone and it was like I had already space-cleared the property. 

I did everything in the same way as always and then programmed the house to sell quickly, well and to the perfect buyer. I added that the buyers be healthy, happy and abundant in the house.

I went back the following day to write the property details. Both space clearing and writing detailed good property details takes a couple of hours but I didn’t need to do the details, it was sold before I had even got my friend to proof-read them!

The strangest thing was that she had taken it off the market with the first agent, got a few valuations from other agents and not instructed any. An agent that she was unaware still had the keys, phoned her with a close-to-asking price offer and the purchasers wanted to complete within two weeks! 

Completion didn’t take place in that time because of holidays and the notary being closed, it did however complete shortly after. 

My friend is now a believer in what I do and whenever she is unsure of something asks me to pick her a card.

It is so rewarding to be able to have a positive effect on others.

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

In a remote village nestled amidst the rolling hills of rural Spain, with distant views of the sea, there existed a small, peaceful community. The village was known for its tight-knit community, where everyone knew each other and looked out for one another. However, this harmony was about to be shattered by the arrival of an evil priest.

Father Domingo, as he called himself, arrived one stormy night, seeking refuge in the village church. His sinister presence was immediately felt by the villagers, though they tried their best to give him the benefit of the doubt. Unbeknownst to them, Father Domingo was driven by malevolence and a thirst for power.

The priest quickly gained influence over the villagers with his charismatic sermons and promises of divine blessings. Little did they know that these sermons were laced with dark rituals and twisted interpretations of religious doctrine. He manipulated their fears and insecurities, gradually turning the once-peaceful village into a breeding ground for his wicked intentions.

Under Father Domingo's guidance, the village transformed into a place of darkness. He sowed discord among neighbours, turning them against each other. He encouraged jealousy and greed, exploiting the weaknesses of the villagers to further his own sinister agenda. The once united community was now divided, suspicion lingering in every interaction.

As the days passed, the village descended into chaos. Unexplained illnesses befell the innocent, crops withered away, the children of the village lost their innocence, and they became shells, no longer playing and singing. A sense of despair settled upon the villagers. Father Domingo revelled in their suffering, basking in the fear and anguish he had instilled.

But amid the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged. Elena, a young woman with a pure heart, noticed the change in her village and sensed something deeply wrong with Father Domingo. She embarked on a quest to uncover the truth, driven by her love for her fellow villagers.

Elena delved into ancient texts, seeking answers that could expose the evil that had gripped her village. Late into the night, she discovered a long-forgotten prophecy that spoke of a false prophet who would bring ruin to the innocent. It was as if the prophecy had been written for Father Domingo himself.

Armed with this newfound knowledge, Elena gathered the villagers who had managed to resist the priest's influence. They formed a secret alliance, determined to confront Father Domingo and bring an end to his wicked reign.

On a moonlit night, the villagers stormed the church where Father Domingo held his twisted ceremonies. As they burst through the doors, a fierce battle ensued between the forces of good and evil. The villagers fought valiantly, fuelled by their love for their community and their desire to protect the innocent.

In the climax of the battle, Elena confronted Father Domingo, exposing his true nature to the villagers. In a final act of desperation, the priest unleashed his darkest magic, attempting to strike Elena down. But her unwavering faith and resilience shielded her from harm.

With a surge of collective strength, the villagers overpowered Father Domingo and banished him from their village forever. The evil that had plagued their once peaceful community dissipated, and a newfound sense of unity and harmony embraced the villagers once more.

From that day forward, the village of rural Spain remained vigilant against any remnants of darkness and there were many, they used everything in their power to fight the remaining evil, prayer, candles, incense and bells. To this day, the villagers take it in turn’s to ring the church bell every hour on the hour to push the darkness away. The tale of Father Domingo served as a reminder of the importance of trust, resilience, and the enduring power of good in the face of evil.

I had done an Oracle card reading for a client and when we were chatting, she told me she had a problem with her house, and did I think I would be able to help?

When I arrived, even the outside seemed dark and uninviting. The total opposite of the owner. I started with the bathroom. One reason was that there was no way I could go to the loo without clearing the energy! The second was that the home-owners dog would go nowhere near the room and would cry if she shut the door. It was not nice. I saw that before it was a bathroom, it had been used as a room to hold children in. What these kids went through was unimaginable. It was horrific. 

What happened as I cleared the space was something I had never experienced before, and it frightened the client. As I was telling her about the spirit man, a portly, - grey evil man, my face started to change, I could feel it being pulled down and the client could see it. I wasn’t scared as I could see the army of Angels in a circle around me and knew, without question, they had me. When I was sure he had gone and all the residual pain, anger, and terror had been removed I carried on.

As I went around the house more amazing things started to happen. In one room, the client suddenly said, ‘Your eyes are shining so brightly, and you look like you are shining. Your whole body is glowing.' The Angels were working really hard on this house. 

We moved to the ground floor flat. The house was on a hill and as a result, it had two ground-floor entrances, one for the main house and one for the apartment. 

This area had the same type of energy as the bathroom. It was uncomfortable and troubled. As I worked, I saw a priest. He was with the evil man from upstairs. They had been working together but then had a falling out because they were both greedy and selfish. 

They committed a lot of crimes together, stealing, rape and even murder. The priest had used the church as a cover story, but not very successfully. The villagers were all scared of him and knew what he was up to. As I cleared the space and moved him on, it became noticeably lighter. When the client came in, she couldn’t believe it. It was just like someone had turned the light switch on.

It took about seven hours to clear that house, and it’s fair to say I didn’t know if I was Arthur or Martha when I had finished.

The results were better than I could have hoped for. The client emailed me to tell me everyone who entered the house could not believe the difference. She had finished a commission (she’s an artist) that she had been unable to do before and business was booming. Her neighbours, who were related to the previous owner, and had been causing a lot of problems with fighting in the street and being threatening towards her, had totally calmed down and even had started saying hello to her, rather than shouting abuse. The really surprising thing for me was that without changing her diet, she had lost weight she had been struggling to lose since she moved into the house. 

This was an extreme situation, and it shows the huge effect negative energies in a property can have on the people who live in them.  

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

In the rolling mountains of rural Spain,  stood a humble village at the very top overlooking the villagers and the stunning countryside was a monastery. It was home to a small community of monks who dedicated their lives to a life of simplicity, prayer, and hard work. These devoted men, led by the wise Abbot Francisco, found solace and purpose in their daily routines.

Each morning, as the sun appeared over the mountaintops, the monks would gather in the monastery's chapel for their first prayers of the day. Their voices blended harmoniously, filling the sacred space with a melody that echoed through the halls. With their spirits renewed, they set out to tend to the land that sustained them.

They walked in a line down through the village and to the land beyond, which encompassed a thriving vegetable garden, an orchard heavy with ripe fruits, and a vineyard that promised the nectar of life. The monks set to work, their hands and hearts united in purpose.

Under the guidance of Brother Antonio, the resident gardener, they cultivated the soil, carefully tending to each plant. With love and patience, they nurtured the seedlings, watching them grow into abundant harvests. The monks took great pride in their work, for they understood that their efforts were not only nourishing their own bodies but also those in need.

As the seasons unfolded, the monastery became a sanctuary of abundance. The vegetable garden yielded a colourful array of carrots, tomatoes, peppers, and onions. The orchard bestowed upon them bountiful baskets of succulent oranges, lemons, and figs. And the vineyard, under the watchful eye of Brother Miguel, produced grapes that would be transformed into exquisite wine.

Though the monks were devoted to their spiritual pursuits, they understood the value of hard work and the sacredness of the land. They believed that by caring for the Earth, they were expressing their gratitude for the gifts bestowed upon them. They saw themselves as stewards of creation, entrusted with a responsibility to nurture and preserve the natural world.

Their days were not without challenges, for nature could be unpredictable. Storms would rage and the normally dry ramble sometimes threatened to destroy the fruits of their labour. Yet, the monks persevered, finding strength in their collective faith and resilience. Together, they rebuilt what was lost, their bonds growing stronger with each trial they overcame.

In the evenings, when their work was done, the monks would gather once more in the chapel. The scent of freshly harvested herbs lingered in the air. They offered prayers of gratitude for the day's toil and the blessings that filled their lives.

The villagers were in awe of the quality and taste of the monks' offerings, and word quickly spread beyond the small mountain village. People from far and wide began making pilgrimages to the monastery, not only to seek spiritual guidance but also to partake in the fruits of their labour.

The humble monks welcomed the visitors with open arms, sharing their wisdom, faith, and the abundance of the land. They served simple meals made with their fresh produce, accompanied by the rich flavours of their own wine. The villagers, touched by the monks' devotion and the nourishment they provided, found solace in the peace and tranquillity of the monastery.

As time passed, the monastery's reputation grew, attracting more visitors seeking respite from the chaos of the outside world. The monks, ever humble, continued to till the land, tending to their sacred duties with unwavering devotion. They had discovered that in their labour, they found not only sustenance for their bodies but also nourishment for their souls.

The monastery still stands today with just a handful of monks now. The land they once farmed was repurposed for the village swimming pool and bar. The ghosts of the ancient monks are still seen and if you listen carefully, you may just catch the sound of chanting in the wind.

When we first moved to Spain, we took over the town hall-owned swimming pool bar. Now this was teeming with activity, and most was coming from the land the bar was built on.

The land had been part of the church’s vegetable garden and regularly the priest would show up. He was taller than your average Spanish man and he always showed himself to me dressed in a long black coat with a wide-rimmed black hat. I was not the only one to see him. My daughters used to see him in the playground out the back.

We also had a spirit man who I never saw, but whenever I was in the kitchen preparing the food and was alone, he would call my name. Thinking it was a customer I would leave what I was doing to go out the front to find no-one there. Occasionally I would hear him laughing at me. He wasn’t bad, he just wanted some acknowledgement, which I always gave him.

Things would often get weird. Once on a really busy day, I went to get a beer from the fridge for a customer, only to be confronted by a spirit hand, just the hand no arm. It made me jump but I wasn’t afraid, I knew it was just our fun-loving ghost. 

When one of our regulars passed, he started coming back to visit me. Antonio was a lovely man, I called him Donkey Man because he always arrived on his much-loved donkey. Unfortunately, the donkey was no match for the car that killed him and in a few short weeks, Antonio went to find him. When he was alive Antonio spent lots of time him helping me with my Spanish. He loved learning a few English words which he thought sounded so funny.

At this time I met a medium locally and she was really interested in all the activity in the bar. She asked if she could bring her spiritual circle for a visit. Of course, I said yes.

We had a great afternoon. Barbara was able to confirm what I thought I knew, giving me confidence in my abilities.

The interesting thing about the bar is that it was a relatively new build, yet the activity was coming from the land.

I regularly spaced cleared it. However, I did not move the spirits on as they were not stuck and could have easily gone whenever they wanted to. If they had been troublesome, I would have seen them off.

Life got in the way, and I stopped space-clearing or doing any sort of spiritual work. This was a huge mistake and ended with the bar being broken into and us making the hard decision to close.

No matter the age of a property it may still need space clearing. If you are experiencing unexplained noises, smells or things moving (that can’t be explained) then contact me for a chat.