Torn Tissue in Skiing Healed Instantly
The clinic insisted on an ambulance. I drove back home two hours later.
The air at Mont Sutton was crisp, glimmering with snow dust. The mountain was blanketed in a thick, pristine layer of snow, not groomed, making every slope ideal for training.
I was flying down a demanding trail, highly focused, carefully finding my track until the last fifty meters. When I saw the bottom, exhausted, I took a breath. In a split second, my left ski caught the edge of a snow bump. Impossible to make a turn, my upper body was thrown forward.
A ski is always carelly designed for safty. In an impact as such, the gear should instantly release the boot to avoid body twist or bone break. But that day, my safety release mechanism failed. With both skis on, my left leg was under my body, and my body was upside down.
For a moment, I thought my lower leg was off from the joint. The impact slammed me onto the ice.
My friend, who had been trailing shortly behind, slid to a sudden stop beside me, shocked.
“Oh my Lord… are you alright?” her voice trembled against the wind.
I was locked in that position, could not move any part of my body. Tried to feel my leg, I replied:
“The good news is… I think the bone is not broken.”
Very soon, the rescue team arrived. The paramedics removed my skis, strapping the twisted leg tightly between two cartonboards before lifting my body onto an emergency sled.
As four experts towed the sled down the mountain toward the base clinic, I made a decision that I must go home and sleep in my bed that night, and I must go home with my own car.
During those minutes, my mind disengaged with the existing situation, focusing on the higher realm, the infinite life source (QG3, the creative network).
“The lord of heaven and earth, please help me, heal me now. I want to go home today.” My inner voice clearly communicated.
It was not a desperate plea; it was a clear decision and a true desire, spoken with absolute certainty regardless of the situation in that moment. This is the key to manifestation.
Then a clear voice echoed in my mind: “Don’t worry, you are fine. Your bone is not broken.”
Immediately, a tangible physical shift occurred. A soothing, intense wave of heat began to emerge inside my injured joint, up and down about twelve inches. I knew, without a shadow of doubt, that healing was happening right then on that moving sled.
At the mountain medical clinic, a medical technician conducted an emergency examination and performed mobility tests. His diagnosis was firm: a severe soft-tissue tear.
“You cannot put any weight on this leg,” the doctor insisted. “We need to call an ambulance to transport you immediately to the regional hospital for full imaging and stabilization.”
“No,” I said calmly, looking him in the eye. “Please remove the boards. I am going to stand up.”
He looked at me in shock, and warned me about the risks of further permanent damage. But my conviction remained unshakable. To convince him, I even told "I am a healing myself." After signing the official liability release waiver, they removed the fix.
Two hours later, I walked out of the ski chalet on my own two feet. Loaded my gear into the trunk, I drove home with two fellow skiers in the car.
Two weeks later, I stood at the top of the mountain once again, clicked into my skis, and glided smoothly down the slope.