A Personal Story of Unconventional Self-Healing

As the inventor of an alternative healing technology, people always ask me if I use it for self-healing.  Absolutely! Especially when life throws you a curve. Or in my case a concrete “curb”.

On March 17, 2019, St. Patrick’s Day, I fractured my distal right fibula after stepping down off a high curb following a fabulous spa foot massage. I knew immediately upon falling that it was broken. To make matters worse, it was my driving foot making it impossible to be mobile!

The medical experts told me it might take 6-8 weeks, even longer, as those over 60 are slow to heal. I’m 66 and wasn’t buying that prognosis.

I went into immediate action with my Trinfinity8 technology, which is a computer-based software and hardware program which streams mathematical algorithm codes to the body via pure quartz crystals rods to facilitate healing. Trinfinity8 is a device I developed after coming back from a near death “tunnel” experience in 2003 which transformed me from clinical psychologist into a physics geek.

I’ve used the Trinfinity8 to keep me young and fit over the years, but this time I was I curious to see what I could accomplish with a broken fibula. I used a 60 minute program that focused on reducing inflammation, rejuvenating lymph, stimulating the immune system, strengthening bone, muscle and tissue repair, and super oxygenating the body.

Some settings I put on intense, while most were put on a normal setting. I also added Stimulate Reverse Aging to trick my body into believing it was younger in order to repair faster. Because I was initially wiped out after the fall, as bones take up energy to mend, I put in Restore Vital Force, which immediately gave me lots of energy. This 60-minute protocol was done with daily remote sessions with the crystal rods being placed on x-ray photos of my broken foot.

The outcome? After 10 days (March 27) the doctor removed the cast and put me in a boot and gave me crutches to use. I no longer needed a knee scooter to get around the neighborhood to get to my local Starbucks. Two days after I got the boot, I ditched the crutches. Three days later I removed the boot and used an ace bandage for support when walking and yes DRIVING again!

Three weeks from when I had my accident I was getting around unaided and without any pain. My foot was still a little stiff due to the tendons and muscles continuing to repair (I also sprained my ankle), but three weeks of being handicapped is a miracle compared to the usual bone healing time. Throughout the process Trinfinity8 alleviated any initial pain and I did not need to take any medications.

At FOUR WEEKS, I went back to the orthopedic surgeon for new x-rays. He said, and I quote: “Wow! You really ARE a fast healer. And your range of motion is excellent!”  I owe it all to the miracle of self-directed healing.

Below are PRE and POST x-rays with arrows pointing out the break and the SPEEDY repair…

But if you don’t own a Trinfinity8 or have access to a practitioner who offers sessions, there are other methods of speeding up self-healing.

In Kansas, the Land of Oz, was where I first learned about self-healing.  This story is excerpted from my book Fractals of God: A Psychologist’s Near Death Experience and Journeys Into the Mystical:

“There was a roller skating rink in a little Kansas town where I lived for two years back in the early 80’s. My great uncle had once owned a small skating rink in Chicago where my father and his sister, my Aunt Jo, had been rink guards growing up. I learned to skate from watching them and I loved it. Skating symbology even invaded my dream states. When I was on the right track, I would see myself skating and dancing along without obstacles, having a good time. When I was off my life path and making poor choices, I would see myself in my dreams having to take off my skates and I would go nowhere. I soon recognized the dream signposts.

“What happened in this particular Kansas skating rink was no dream—but you could call it a wake-up call. On one especially crowded night at the roller rink, I was skating backwards when someone on my tail fell right behind me. There was nowhere to go but down if I didn’t want to cause a pile up. My left hand went down to break my fall and it hit pretty hard. I have a very high tolerance to pain, so not until later in the evening, when it began really swelling and the pain intensified, did I realize it was more than bruised. It was after midnight and we had out-of-town guests staying over. I didn’t want to wake them, so I got up and drove myself to the emergency room in the early morning hours.

“They x-rayed my hand, told me I had broken a very difficult bone to heal, and slapped a cast on my arm. I had never broken anything before. I thought all bones took about six weeks to heal, and I figured I could live with that. Unfortunately, I was then informed by the orthopedic surgeon on call that the navicular bone, also known as a scaphoid displaced fracture, between the thumb and forefinger, oftentimes requires surgery and can take three to six months to heal due to atrophy. He also talked about the possibility of my requiring physical therapy due to the nature of these particular type of bone breaks. The thought of having a cast on my arm for half a year, and possibly surgery, horrified me. It would mean missing out on a canoeing trip I had planned in two months. It was summer time and I thought of all the things I would miss out on. The only positive note was that it happened to my left hand, and I was right-hand dominant.

“I grieved for my fallen hand for about a day, then decided to take action. I was determined to heal my bone in record time and go on that canoe trip. I had already seen evidence of the power of intention while working at the New York City Ronald McDonald House two years earlier. Dr. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, one of the greatest teachers on death and dying, who is now deceased, had come to visit the children while I was there, and she talked about using positive visualization to help combat their cancer. One little girl with long beautiful hair, who was to start receiving chemotherapy for retina blastoma, told everyone emphatically that she was not going to have her hair fall out like everyone else who received chemo. She had clearly set her mind to making this happen and visualized it. And the miracle of it was that she didn’t lose her hair like all the others. I thought I would also try visualization on my injured hand, but decided to add a few twists of my own into the mix.

“I asked my physician if I could get a copy of my x-ray and, of course, I told him I would pay for the extra cost. From his suspicious reaction, it must have been a first time request. He wanted to know why and what for. I don’t remember what I told him, since I wasn’t sure myself at the time. To his credit, he got me a copy and immediately I took typewriter whiteout fluid and went over the crack in the bone on the x-ray so that it looked whole and completely healed. I put it up on my bathroom mirror so that I would always see it whole every time I looked at it.

“Going on instinct alone, I decided sound would help heal my bone. This was back in the early ’80s, before sound research had even supported such an outlandish theory. So I picked the most inspirational music I could find at the time, which was Vangelis’ Chariots of Fire album. I’m not a runner, but if it made even me want to run when I played it, I figured it was probably a good choice.

“Back then, everyone had big stereo floor speakers, and I wanted to really feel the music. I placed one of the big speakers flat on the floor and sat down beside it. I laid my arm with the cast atop it. That’s when a really crazy idea popped into my head, and I went to look for and found a piece of quartz crystal someone had given me. I put it in the hand with the cast, and then put my arm back on the stereo speaker. I played the Vangelis music and visualized my hand already healed and doing all these amazing things—climbing mountains, swimming through oceans, and it became a beacon of light leading me on.

“I visualized with the music—in essence re-programming my body to believe it was already whole, thereby speeding up the healing process. I could feel the sound vibrations coming up through the speaker into my arm, and with it came shooting sensations of heat and pulsing. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew it was important that I continue to do it one to two times a day for at least 20-30 minutes.

“I also knew inherently that I had to be careful how I talked about the injury. It’s always so tempting with friends to go into our story spiel about how it happened and what the doctor said, and all the misery involved and “poor me.” When friends asked about when the cast was coming off, I would always say, “Any day now.” I was intent on erasing the three to six month prognosis from my internal data banks.

“After four weeks of doing my unorthodox healing ritual, I had to go back to the doctor for new x-rays. He removed the cast, took new x-rays, and disappeared to review them. He came back into the room looking very perplexed. “It’s healed, isn’t it?” I blurted out.

“He hesitated, before frowning. ‘Well, it looks surprisingly good for four weeks. But I know these bones. They don’t heal that fast.’ And with that he slapped another cast back on my arm and sent me on my way.

“I was devastated at first, but I refused to dwell on it and went back to my Vangelis healing ritual. A week later, I started having dreams that my hand was already healed, so I went to the hardware store. Bucking the medical profession, something I had never done before, I decided I would take off the cast myself. I am not advising others do this, but the sheer certainty of what I was doing gave me the courage to follow through.

“I had no idea what kind of instrument would cut through a plaster cast. I walked down the hardware store aisles trying out different tools. I quickly eliminated small saws as an option and focused on heavy-duty pruning shears instead. It is quite challenging to safely cut through a cast. It’s almost impossible to make a straight cut due to leverage, but I knew it would not be an easy task.

“I made my purchase, and it took over an hour to free my arm once I set myself to the task back at home. My hand was all white and wrinkled with dead skin when I unveiled it. I washed it several times and immediately started using a small hand exercise ball to increase muscle strength. One day later, my hand felt completely back to normal. No twinges, pain, swelling, or weakness. It took just a little over five weeks to heal my hand, which amazed even me. I never returned to the doctor, and every time I hear the Chariots of Fire music my hand seems to pulse with energy. I’m sure it’s due to cellular memory of the healing.”

I might also add that to this day I have never had any pains, soreness, or problems with my left hand. In fact, many years, later I asked an orthopedic surgeon I met at a party whether he could tell the difference between bones that had and had not been broken. He felt both of my hands and pronounced that my left hand navicular bone (the one that had been broken) felt stronger than my right hand.

I then told him the story of my unorthodox healing and he just shook his head and said, “Sometimes we hear about such healing cases, but we just don’t understand how it happens.” Fair enough. If only more of the mainstream medical establishment was as open-minded to alternative healing methods. However, I will say we have quite a few Trinfinity8 owners who are physicians. So times they are a changing!

Self-healing is so empowering. It can challenge your beliefs about what is possible, even if it seems impossible. At times the capabilities of the human mind, body and spirit are awesome and beyond mysterious.  Because of it, we can inspire even ourselves!

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Dr. Kathy Forti is a clinical psychologist, inventor of the Trinfinity8 and Ascension11 technologies, and author of the book, Fractals of God: A Psychologist’s Near-Death Experience and Journeys Into the Mystical