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Mrs. Manisha Seenarain |
Ana Maria Alvarado’s Story
Medellin, Colombia
South America
alcoholism
tobacco
drug addiction
(Excerpts from her conversation with a youth group, which is being rehabilitated with Homa Therapy.)
“I took drugs, liquor, tobacco, everything. The rehabilitation experience for me was very difficult; freeing myself from all these things. I recommend you to value Homa Therapy in this process, because it really helps, it really takes away the anxiety. It helps to keep focused on what is good for you. It helps to remove those things that we do not want and helps us to attract the things we need.”
Hans Carlos Carnas Torres’ Story
Villarica, Peru
South America
alcoholism
cigarettes & drug addiction
“I am 33 years old. I have been practicing Homa Therapy for 6 months on a farm called “Union”. The changes I have experienced in my person are many. In the physical aspect I observed that my fingernails are stronger, my hair was always split and now it is like silk, my skin is being healed of acne and the scent of my skin has changed, now it smells like incense, it smells fresh. I bathe every day with Agnihotra ash water and take every day Agnihotra ash.”
Ruth Marithza Rincon’s Story
Bucaramanga, Colombia
South America
alcoholism
unruly children
“I know Homa Therapy for hardly one week and after the first Agnihotra session I took some Agnihotra ash home. In my house I have a very special case. I have a brother that has been a drunk all his life. He is not an aggressive drunk, but he drinks every day. In my heart I said, if this ash can do miracles, it should do it in my home.”
Jorge Jaen Herrera’s Story
Guayaquil, Ecuador
South America
alcoholism
drug addiction
“I am 47 years old and I have been into drugs and alcohol for more than 22 years, maybe even more than half of my life. I grew up in a marginal area of Guayaquil and I started taking drugs at a very early age. When I was 25 years old, I started my artistic activities, but I also started drinking alcohol. I managed to stop taking drugs 8 years ago, but I could not stop the drinking. Nobody in my family used to believe in me. They looked for me in the “Extra” newspaper, where they picture the people who have died, like in accidents, prisoners, etc. When I disappeared, they would check with the police, the highway patrol, the morgue, etc. Those were the places where my mother and brothers searched for me and sometimes they found me there.”
