At the house, Adara concentrated on Edna. It was as if she could communicate with the illness itself, identify it, and she instinctively knew.
“She has pancreatic cancer,” Adara said softly.
“How did you know?” Robert asked her in wonder.
“I don’t know, it’s like I can see it. Can I try something Robert?” Adara asked him and he nodded.
Adara placed her hands on Edna’s abdomen and started concentrating. She was whispering to herself, but her words made no sense to me. I was enamored with what she was doing. I could see a shift in Edna’s aura.
“It’s working, Adara. I can see her pain shift. Keep going,” I encouraged her. I could sense Adara’s power rising, her aura started to glow, a deep bright white with a yellow tinge. It started turning light red.
Thirty minutes later, Adara slumpe
