Remote Healing of a COVID Infection

How a Remote Session Altered a Critical Condition From Thousands Miles Away.

In 2020, the spring arrived with a sudden, suffocating silence. The global pandemic had locked down cities overnight, turning streets empty and filling the airwaves with relentless fear. During time, my daily phone calls with my friend Julie became an anchor—a small lifeline connecting us to humanity outside our front doors.

"Have you heard the news?"

One afternoon, Julie’s voice came through the receiver, thin and trembling.

"Elias Rowan contracted the virus. It’s really bad... it has reached his lungs and his heart. He was just rushed to an ICU."

"Elias Rowan" is a fake name here. But he was a world leader.

A heavy, long silence fell over the line. At the early months of the pandemic, there were no established treatments, no specialized medicine, and no vaccines. Every ICU admittance felt like a dark, uncertain gamble, and the daily death tolls were soaring worldwide.

Julie let out a quiet sigh. "I really admire this guy. He’s been running everywhere, leading his country and fighting to keep people safe through this chaos. I just hope... I just hope he recovers."

Her words hung in the air, followed by a long silence. Deep inside, I felt a familiar stir—the quiet call to action: "Maybe I can do something." I knew my way of healing enough to have some confidence. After all, I was not the one who performed healing; it was the life force (QG3) or "God" level . My role was to connect and request.

The relationship between the Creator and the Creation is simple: no call, no action.

Softening the heavy mood, I replied with a light heart, “Let’s make a joke. I will heal him. He will recover and never know how it happened. Once he is back, he will set up an example that it can be healed. The case will inspire the world—showing everyone that even in the most severe cases, full recovery is possible.”

The Session in the Dark

That night, my room was still. In the soft glow of three flickering candles, I stood in quiet contemplation. Outside, the world was gripped by turmoil and division, but inside the space, I was in a bright light.

With my eyes closed, I began to speak my appreciation to every country, every government, peace, shared information, and my love to the world of unity in this crisis. Tears rushed out of my eyes, signifying that I was connected.

In the quantum field, I brought those lungs and heart into focus. I did not view the organs as solid, decaying physical matter; I saw them as electromagnitic fields of energy in the shape of organs. Currently they were tangled in the harsh, jagged waves of virus.

Stretching my hand toward those shapes, I spoke firmly the result that I wanted:

"Those frequencies labeled as virus, I command them to be totally erased. Furthermore, be erased from the entire body."

In my vision, the organs were wrapped by white beam of light: the high frequency. The chaotic ill spots dissoved. Then, I communicated with his body cells, "The body cells, take a bounce and realign yourselves, resonate with you natural state of being."

The next day, I did the same one more time; then totally forgot about it.

The Turnaround

Two days later, my phone rang. It was Julie.

“Do you remember Mr. Rowan?” she asked abruptly.

For a split second, my heart dropped into my stomach. An icy flash of panic hit me: Oh my God, did he pass away? Because that was the only thing we heard about.

“He’s out of the ICU!" Her voice emitted a relief. "They just sent him to a regular hospital room for observation! The doctors couldn't believe how his oxygen stabilized so quickly!”

Relief washed over me like a warm wave. A week later, a news broadcasted the official update: Mr. Rowan had been discharged from the hospital and returned home, fully recovered.