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A Personal Story of Unconventional Self-Healing

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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

The Multiple Miraculous Healings of Valerie

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miracle-healing-1There are times when people enter you life that you either know then, or later find out, were meant to be profound instruments of change and soul growth for all parties involved. Valerie was one such individual. I was first introduced to Valerie almost 25 years ago when she was assigned to my client case load at a Community Mental Health facility in Norfolk, Virginia. I treated her for Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD), later to be classified as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). She had well over 100 different alters and fragment personalities due to severe sexual, emotional, and physical abuse by multi-generational family members since infancy. Back then those who had this condition called themselves “multiples”. Their case files were usually huge, with many diagnoses from countless therapists. All too often they were misdiagnosed and lost in the mental health system for years without proper treatment. Valerie was no exception.

What I learned from Valerie in the nine years I helped her to integrate her multiple parts, was more than I had ever learned in any masters or doctorate psychology degree program. She made me a better therapist. She stretched my belief system about the mind and healing, and she is still doing so today, even though I have not seen her in 15 years.

Due to a host of already existing health problems, I was sure Valerie had died during the years we lost contact. Imagine my surprise to get a call from her granddaughter several months ago (after she tracked me down via the internet) that Valerie was alive and wanted to speak to me. She was very ill, with a rare cancer disease that attacked blood, bone marrow, and destroyed the immune system. Only five cases existed like it and specialists had been called in from around the world to study it. Valerie told me that even though she was doing better, she knew she would not make it to Christmas.

Her rare cancer disease was only one of five inoperable terminal illnesses she had, yet she continued to defy all medical odds. Last year she was placed in an experimentalwomeninhospitals drug treatment program, but although every other participant in the study was long dead, Valerie lived on. The doctors couldn’t explain it, which was one reason why a battery of doctors, from as far away as Asia, and two military doctors from the U.S. came to be on her medical team. (The latter makes me question whether she had somehow been exposed to biological weapons having lived near a Naval Base.) Consequently, her organs were repeatedly failing from the large doses of steroids and antibiotics she had been given, which would eventually also give her diabetes. But each time Valerie came close to death, she prayed her way out of it. Perhaps she is the penultimate spiritual prayer warrior, but the truth is—I think Valerie is an Angel. Her work here on Earth is simply not done yet.

Before I tell you what recently happened, let me back up and tell you a little something about Valerie that might stretch or challenge your own beliefs. About 20 years ago, Valerie also had cervical cancer. The doctors would conduct tests, and the cancer was there as clear as could be, but when another alter personality was out and they ran the same tests, all the cancer was gone. The doctors re-ran the tests several times thinking it was a mistake, but the results always came out the same. Sometimes Valerie showed all the signs of cancer, and sometimes she did not. But eventually, it would always be gone. I can’t tell you how many of her doctors scratched their heads in disbelief, or got frustrated and angry because they felt helpless to understand or treat something this changeable. The wise ones learned from it. Valerie became their unofficial teacher on the complexities of the mind on healing.

When I say Valerie is an earth angel, it’s because every one she prayed for, or ministered to in her spiritual, non-dogmatic way, always healed. She could look at a person and knew what was wrong inside them both physically and spiritually. She was always praying for people or helping to take away their burdensome pain. And in a moment of perfect clarity, I saw that she was a highly evolved angelic being who chose to be born into the worst possible scenario of a family, to not only help them learn, grow and stop the cycle of abuse, but to accelerate her own soul growth in the process.

being-of-light-energy1I’ll never forget the day about 16 years ago when an alter personality I had never seen before emerged during one of our therapy sessions. The personality talked in biblical sounding “Thees” and “Thous” and identified itself as an “angel” from outside Valerie’s personality system. It then proceeded to tell me private things about myself, which Valerie had no access to, as well as tell me about three gifts awaiting me in the future (only one have I received thus far).

This Being also told me to start preparing Valerie for my departure from Virginia in six months time. At the time, I had no plans to leave Virginia. I was married, had a thriving therapy practice and a home. But without getting into personal details, exactly six months later a series of events happened that caused me to leave Virginia for California. The prophecy was dead accurate.

Before I left for California, I tried to find a competent therapist to refer Valerie to. Much of her integration work had come together over the years, but she still needed help. She thanked me for all the help I had given her, but I knew deep down I owed her an even greater debt of gratitude for all she had taught me.

Fast forward to present time. This past week Valerie, now 63, was rushed to the hospital with deadly pneumonia and what appeared to be rapidly spreading cancer in her lungs. She had a history of seizures, but it looked like she may have also suffered a left-sided stroke as well, which left her slurring words and experiencing some loss of motor coordination on the right side of her body. Her potassium levels were depleted and her white blood cell count was extremely low. She was in so much pain, morphine was administered.

By now the doctors on her team, having worked with this medical oddity for awhile, listened to whatever Valerie told them she needed. Mainly, because she had always proven to be right. Before they took CT scans she told them she felt the masses suddenly develop in her chest, told them her potassium was low, along with other instructions. She professed that she wasn’t a “know it all” but she did “know enough.”

As soon as they could stabilize her, they scheduled a biopsy surgery. On the way to the operating room, her heart stopped and they had to resuscitate her. (Later they would find out a respiratory technician had administered high levels of oxygen leading to saturation and carbon-monoxide poisoning—an almost lethal dose. This technician is now under hospital investigation.) When they were finally able to resuscitate Valerie, she told the doctors an incredible story.

Valerie was no novice to near-death experiences, having had several over her lifetime. But this time, when she lost consciousness and her heart stopped, she told the doctors that several angels were there to enfold her in their arms. “Just hold on,” they told her. “We will put you back in when the door opens.” She had no idea what “door” they were talking about. She looked back at her body and saw it open, like a door, showing a growing light within. “I had no idea I was filled with such a light,” she would later tell them.

Valerie told the angels she was too weak, too tired to go back into her body. As they continued to cradle her, the angels assured her: “We will help you.”  Several moments later she found herself back in her physical body, much to the relief of the doctor who was applying shock paddles to jump start her heart.

Within hours after returning to her physical body, she started coughing up bloody tissue masses. She got the doctors to promise that they would not take her back to surgery until they ran another CT scan, for she told them she was certain the cancer would now be gone. The next morning they ran the CT scan and sure enough, just like Valerie told them, it was all gone.

I asked Valerie what she had done to heal the cancer. She told me she had prayed with the angels. Later I learned that not only nurses (from other floors), but doctors as well, had come to her room to see this “miracle” patient that had the entire hospital talking. A few of the nurses took an hour out of their day to help her shower and bathe, dress her, comb and do her hair, and ask her for a healing blessing. She sang to them, one of her favorites being Rachel Platten’s, “Fight Song” with her own made up lyrics. They, too, recognized there was something special about this women. You felt good around her. She beamed with love and light. One of her doctors said, “Valerie, whenever something weird happens in this hospital, I know you will be at the center of it. But from it, I always manage to learn something.” How true, indeed.

A day later Valerie was released from the hospital. But, I know that her time here on Earth is short. I had a vision a few weeks ago that I needed to go see her in August, despite the cross-country trek and scheduling. Before I made my flight reservations, I asked her if it was alright that I come visit her. She told me her angels had already shown her I would be coming several months ago, but she didn’t want to say anything. I asked her to promise to stay alive long enough to make this visit and she readily agreed. So far she has kept her promise, even though she was so close to death’s door this very week.

I have the feeling that something profound will occur when I see her again after this 15 year separation. It’s just a gut feeling. The journey, or reunion, is destined to be. I know she will stay alive long enough to make it possible. I am once again the humble student returning to the teacher. Until I write the final ending to this story, Valerie will always be a living testament that miraculous healing can happen at any time. There are angels that walk this earth.  I am grateful to have met one and be a part of her journey.

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