My Journey with Farrah - Alana Stewart [77]
Love you loads,
Kim
This healing of my relationship with my daughter is such a wonderful gift that I owe to Farrah. This experience with her has made me a more open, unconditionally loving and patient person, and I believe that has helped to heal the breach between me and my daughter.
May 20, 2009
Last night I watched the Lakers game with Ryan and Farrah. She was much more alert and talkative. I started to have hope again. I know I keep saying it, but I don’t know how else to describe it: it feels like I’m riding a roller coaster. One day down, next day up.
Tonight I went over to Farrah’s to meet Howard. Farrah didn’t even know Howard was there. He just sat in the corner for a long time and silently prayed. I lay on the bed beside her and fell asleep. After he left, she woke up, and I told her he’d been coming to see her and praying for her.
“Is it okay if he comes back tomorrow?” I asked her.
“Yes, please,” she whispered. I kissed her goodnight and left.
May 21, 2009
We had such an amazing experience this afternoon. Howard came over to Farrah’s again. Ryan and I sat in the living room with him for a few minutes. I was nervous about how Ryan would receive him, but surprisingly, he was really comfortable with him. Howard told us about some of the people he had healed. He said it was all about God working through him, and how important it was to love Farrah. “You just have to love her, and be positive, and believe she can get well,” he told Ryan. “The words you speak are very powerful,” he added. “I can do that,” Ryan said enthusiastically.
I asked Howard if he’d ever healed people with addictions. He said people use drugs to numb their pain, and that the pain comes not only from the present day but from their lineage, and that he healed the entire family through the previous generations. I told him my mother had been a drug addict, that my two sons had suffered from addiction, and that I had ongoing health problems. He led me through a prayer about healing and forgiving my mother and asking her to forgive me. I started to cry during it. I cried even harder when he did the same process for my children. Afterward I felt so light and free, like a terrible burden had been lifted from me psychically.
What really surprised me was Ryan’s response—he was so sweet and compassionate, I didn’t feel at all uncomfortable crying in front of him. I somehow felt like the whole experience made us even closer. I feel like we’ve bonded in our love and concern for Farrah and that we’re all very much like a family.
Then we took Howard into Farrah’s room. She wasn’t aware that he was there at first. She was feeling terrible. She threw up several times and was in a lot of pain. I lay on the bed with her while Howard sat in the chair in the corner. Then Ryan brought Howard over to Farrah and introduced him. She kind of perked up with interest and actually began talking softly with him. She said her knee hurt and I asked him if he could work on it. He stood a couple of feet away and held out his hand toward her knee, and after a minute he asked her, “How does it feel now?” “Better,” she said. He asked, “Where else do you have pain?” She pointed to her abdomen. Again he held out his hand, this time toward her stomach. After a minute, he asked how she felt, and she said, “Much better. My body feels so relaxed.”
“He worked on Ryan, too,” I told her.
“I wondered why he was so quiet,” she teased.
I laughed. The old Farrah humor was back.
“He’s working on Redmond, too, honey.”
“Can you help him?” she asked Howard.
“Yes, I certainly can,” he answered. “I’m going to work on all of you, and you’re going to get better. I want you to believe that. You can get well and be healthy again.”
I thought it was time for me to leave them alone,