The guardians of the place - Part 2: Invisible forces

22 February 2026, midday

The sun is shining brightly over Miramon. It’s really hot, so we’re glad we’ve brought our hats.

Today, we have come with the intention of exploring and gaining a better understanding of this place – and connecting with it – through a slightly broader lens: our sensitivity to invisible energies. We are accompanied by some lovely people whom we hold in high regard, including Lucie, who has been studying geobiology for the past few years.

During our picnic, and throughout the afternoon, Lucie carries out various actions aimed at clearing the site of unwanted energies. She also identifies two underground water veins, invisible to the naked eye, which are present near the largest of the oak trees. She explains that we will need to drill a borehole in this spot, once the stonework has been completed, in order to neutralise them.

Then, Lucie invites us to take an active role in our relationship with Miramon. First, by focusing our deepest intentions regarding our presence in this place, and our hopes for the future. Crouching in the grass close to one another, facing a translucent sphere, without a word, we connect with the momentum that has brought us this far, as if to transmit it through this globe to the whole earth beneath our feet, and to all the beings that dwell there – visible and invisible.

Another equally important ritual: Lucie invites us to make an offering to the guardian of the place. According to her explanation, every place is inhabited by a force, a protective presence, which dwells in certain identifiable physical locations. She has determined that the guardian of this particular place dwells in a specific space between three of the large oak trees, on the west side of the caravan; and she felt that this being is both peaceful and content, basking in the gentle February sunshine. We came bearing various treats, but the guardian conveyed to Lucie a particular craving for a surprising item, the most exotic of our provisions: date syrup! So we offered them a few drops. Then, a moment of silence. Following Lucie’s advice, we each introduced ourselves to the guardian, speaking from the heart.

This relationship is only just beginning; from now on, we shall endeavour on every visit to bring a small offering to this place... in the hope that the guardian will kindly take us under their wing. According to Lucie, they are a particularly gentle and benevolent force.

And so the afternoon passes. As the sun begins to set over the snow-capped peaks of the Pyrenees, we bring this visit to a close with one final ritual, perhaps the most fitting for this gathering: we plant our first trees in Miramon. In this case, a small section of a woven willow hedge, by the roadside, beneath the branches of the oak trees. The first of what will no doubt be a large family... as we explained in the first part of this series, one of our aims is to plant several hundred different trees and shrubs all around the perimeter of the land and within it, notably following the principles of syntropy. To nourish and shelter life in all its forms, including our own. We’re betting that these young ones will please the guardian of the place, just as much as the great elders who shelter it!