This section is from the book "Born To Be Magnetic. Volumes 1 & 2", by Frances Nixon. Also available from Amazon: Born To Be Magnetic.
When Mike's mother originally phoned from her home in the United States and told the tragic story of her young son's accident, I genuinely felt that channelling could offer no help. I replied by saying, "He has been paralyzed for nine years! Even if wave messages could be reinstated to his legs, complete atrophy of the muscles would foil us." I concluded by saying, "In my opinion it would be a waste of time to make the long trip." Her reply was to come anyway, for there was no hope offered from the medical circles.
I can now say in all humbleness; I was guilty at the time of jumping to what appeared to be a natural conclusion and in so doing nearly denied a young lad the chance to walk again.
When Mike arrived and I saw his eager boyish face lit up by a big warm smile, the desire to help became an overwhelming obsession. Mike charmed and won the hearts of all that met him. He had a head of red curly hair and bright blue eyes set in a round freckled face. His personality bubbled with good humour and interest in all that was new around him. He was filled with enthusiasm for living but was denied the ability to fully participate.
Mike was born in Alaska and was living there at the time of the shooting accident. He was only five years old at the time when a bullet from a .38 calibre pistol, held in the hands of a six-year-old boy pierced through his upper torso and through his upheld left hand. For many gruelling months the small boy balanced between life and death but as time went on life began to return to his paralysed arms. However, from the waist down Mike remained paralysed and at the age of fourteen years, when he was brought to me, he had neither movement nor feeling in either leg. An even worse fate threatened him, for the doctors said his spine was collapsed and repeatedly they had been pressuring his mother to grant her permission to have it fused with animal bone. This would rob Mike of the ability to bend his spine for the remainder of his life. How grateful Mike is now to his mother for sparing him this fate. How grateful he is that she had the wisdom to utilize a natural law in order to restore normal wave communication to his reflexes.
Today Mike's back is strong, for it now has the necessary magnetic alignment that holds the cells together and enables him to sit up straight and without support. Mike already has the ability to do much more than just sit up straight and for his story we will first relate incidents that preceeded his visit to us.
Mike, true to the traditions of curly red hair, was full of the daredevil spirit despite his handicap. It was this spirit that accounted for the ghastly burn I saw on the calf of his left leg when he first came. A huge burn that extended about six inches down his left leg, angry and red with little sign of healing although it had happened a month before. But Mike expressed little concern for he had no feeling in his legs and consequently there was no pain. His merry eyes twinkled as he related the story of how it happened.
"My cousin had me strapped behind him on his motorcycle. It was real keen! We were playing chicken with this other guy, in a field near the river. We came charging at this guy and he swerved his bike and jumped just before it hit a tree. My cousin's bike skidded and he yelled, 'Jump!' But I couldn't: I was strapped on. The bike fell against my leg and the exhaust pipe started my pant leg burning. My cousin cut me free from the bike and carried me to the edge of the river. It was real weird how my leg all steamed as he held it in the water."
His right leg had taken even greater punishment for on three occasions he had broken it. His knee was badly smashed from an accident while riding on a motorbike behind his brother. It was a compound fracture and had never been set properly. The knee remained twisted over to one side of the shinbone. As it was expected he would never walk again, I imagine the doctors had not attached too much importance to the correct alignment of the leg. However, it is now of great concern because feeling has returned to his leg and he is regaining the ability to walk.
On another occasion he broke the leg bone above the knee. At the time he was participating with a group of children in a yogic exercise. Mike was sitting on the floor and with his hands was attempting to pull the lifeless leg towards the opposite shoulder. He described the result, "Suddenly there was a loud crack - like a firecracker. It startled the kids and they asked, 'What was that?' I replied, 'I think I broke my leg', and sure enough I had."
I asked Mike if he felt any pain at the time. "No", was his reply, "I didn't feel nothing." I pinched Mike several times on the leg and he did not feel that either.
A preliminary survey showed a group of key code receptors located on Mike's head emitting distress signals. These were marked as well as their terminal receptors on Mike's hands and feet. Next, they were stimulated prior to channelling. Mike was channelled while sitting in a swivel chair where he had difficulty keeping erect, even with the back support of the chair. However, with a little aid and lots of encouragement, he completed the necessary manoeuvres.
Although I have worked for many years with partial paralysis, I am still awed and humbled by nature's rapid ability to correct and repair, once the magnetic code receptors are reinstated and able to act as wave carriers from brain to limbs. After allowing an interval of about five minutes following the completion of channelling, I started to test Mike's responses.
"Mike," I requested, "Will you hold on to the seat of your chair and concentrate your very hardest on lifting your right leg?" The wave message was received and his leg lifted about two inches.
"Ouch! My stomach muscles!" he complained. He was perplexed as he added, "It must be just nerves."
Ignoring his misgivings, I asked him to send a message to move his left leg; there was no immediate response. "Concentrate again on lifting your right leg", I encouraged. Almost instantly it responded by lifting about three inches; once more he complained of the pull and hurt to his stomach muscles.
 
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