Oz’s Sarah Macdonald applies disciplines to heal ankle

Sarah Macdonald celebrates healing with a friend

– Sarah Macdonald of Australia shares her story in her own words by applying The Great Work in healing her broken ankle.

From JZ Knight: “Now that is doing the great work.”

  Before and After  

My name is Sarah Kate Macdonald, age – 36.
Social Consciousness Job title – Practitioner in health and body work at GSAC – Goonellabah sports and aquatic centre – Lismore city council.
Colleague and Spiritual job title – Healer.
Degree in Clinical Sciences, Diploma in Remedial massage, Dux of MSQ. Atms registered. First aid certificate and CPR, Blue Police back ground check, Certificate in child related self-employment, CERT 3-4 Business management and Retail store operations.

December 29, 2013:
Year of the snake – I created New Year in hospital to roll into year of the horse. Had an accident with my horse.
Location – Council’s town water supply tank paddock, beside my horse paddock in East Lismore – Northern Rivers NSW, AUSTRALIA.
Medical diagnosis – 360 dislocated ankle joint, with bi lateral compound fracture to the malleolus. Tibia bone roughly 65 degrees out of the ankle socket – exposed bone. Foot/ Ankle twisted outward and facing back to front. E.g instead of being set in the correct position looking like an L, foot was facing backwards and out to the side.
Treatment – 6 screws, wires and surgery – an hour to clean out the mess, an hour to clean out, restrip and rethread tendons and ligaments into bone, reset and fix a titanium plate to the bone to hold in correct position.
Medical conclusion – ambulance driver – ‘omg, I have never seen anything like it in 25 yrs of being an ambulance driver, there is one word to describe this poor lady, catastrophic, she will be out for at least 6 mths and it will take close to 2 yrs to heal fully’ – 3 weeks before Bathurst event went and saw ambo driver to thank him and show him what I had achieved – he had to take 2 days off on sick leave, because he had post trauma stress and threw up after my accident.
Doctors – ‘this accident, Sarah, is bad, really bad, in lay terms your ankle is spaghetti. It’s a mess, it took a lot of work to clean it up and repair the damage you have done. You did a good job, so good you tore every tissue in your ankle, destroyed your tendons, ligaments and minced up your lymphatic drainage/ vessel bed in your ankle, you will be out for a long time, 6 mths and you should be able to walk again, at least 18 mths before the ankle takes full recovery’.

My Story – I had a traumatic 2013 and it wasn’t until later I realised the year of the snake was pushing me to live the very essence of blue body Shiva both as an awakening god and as a HEALER – his reward is the necklace of a snake for he conquered his demons/ back story. I left early morning on Sunday the 29th of Dec, and headed up to ride my horse Dusty – a 16.5 hand Arab, who I’ve owned for 12 yrs. Creating my year is important to me and so is the lead up to it, it’s a process I begin with myself, finalising the years events and while doing so dreaming of new events I desire to add into my new year. I contemplate best either on the back of my horse or driving up long and unknown high ways.

Dusty was saddled up, and of course I had only just got on him, my bottom had not even hit the saddle before he pig rooted ever so slightly, not enough for an untrained eye, but enough for me to sense something wasn’t right. I pulled him up to a standstill, swung my right foot over and planted it on the ground, full body weight on it, as my left foot was awkwardly coming out of the stirrup – my boot grip got stuck on the stirrup and I was left legs spread apart unbalanced. My whole entire body weight swung around on my ankle and I fell over. Thinking I had over balanced I got up right handed, right footed full throttle – not realising I had just done part 1 of my accident – full dislocation. Slammed my foot down to propel myself back up and that is when part 2 occurred. – My bi lateral compound fracture and the tibia bone bursting out my socket exposed past the skin.

I went over again and realised the severity of my accident. Horror washed over me and so did panic. I was alone and looked up to see my car over 25 meters away from any form of help. Stubbornness, courage or self-survival or all of them kicked in, I dragged myself over to my car and then discovered my phone was in my pocket the whole time. It was the start of conquering I, and a huge 54 item list of epiphanies I was yet to have. I’d literally been broken out of my past, all be it only one foot and ankle deep, to be present, to observe and to give it all up and trust your god.

I lay on the ground and monkey mind began to kick in and it was here I closed my eyes and said ‘don’t be ridiculous Sarah, you have never had a dislocation, you have never had a break before, your brain doesn’t know what the pain is, this is unknown, don’t be a victim, pull your head in and focus’. I lay there and made all the necessary phone calls, the ambulance, and contacts that would take care of my zoo’s worth of animals and rental tenants I had left at home. The ambulance had arrived by this stage, dusty caught and de-saddled, and stood at the gate looking straight at his mum laying on the ground, letting out warrior like bellows as she went from focus to ‘can someone get me a pipe and a stiff rum or wine.’

By this stage it was 10:30 am and 35 degree (95 F) heat, the bull ants and horse flies were going crazy in the heat and zoned in on my open flesh wanting to take great bites. While in focus I had no pain, the only registration of it was my nerves had been twisted back to front, and every time I swished nature’s enthusiastic attackers away, it would cause my foot to shake, rattle and roll. I felt them adjust and crack my ankle back into semi position to brace it, but still no pain as I held myself totally connected to my god and the determination of my holy spirit.

Going through the medical process with the ambulance drivers, my focus by this stage was so strong, I left the paddock still conscious talking as fluently as I am now but with 6 times the level of morphine in my system for my height, weight and age.

I arrived at the hospital under a code 3, the only way to knock me out was to gas me, but I hate things over my face. I woke up in full consciousness and ripped the mask off, only to declare to the medical profession ‘don’t cut my jeans, they are my favourite and my butt looks great in them’. They held the mask on me and knocked me out again. Thinking they were safe, I woke again and sat up declaring ‘don’t cut my Lorna Jane bra it’s $160 AUD, not my bra!!’ They then held my mask on and sent me off to surgery.

I received crutches a day early 02/01/2014 (January 2, 2014) and was cleared to move around, so it was here I snuck out of hospital and found the best location I could to create my year. I was released 3 days early from schedule. I had 3 goals in mind:
1. to march again,
2. to be so healthy that I am physically worthy to conceive my first born child,
3. to be physically capable of looking after all my critters.

I marched every day on my crutches – I have always marched fwd, into my future now. I have always been radiant health. I have always connected to my god. I have always been filled with the love of my god. I have always mastered self. Failure didn’t enter my head and nor did being a victim to this accident, which taught me more about myself, my journey and my ability to heal. This accident had become the best thing in my life. I utilized the discipline Create Your Day® every day; I greeted my day every day. I greeted my foot and my god every day. I reflected, pondered and self-assessed every day, there was no leeway, no half this or half that, it was full throttle, pulling myself apart, assessing, redefining and re calculating my next step and how powerful did I want to become. I saw every potential coming in and leaving, it also gave me the opportunity to discover and observe who was real and fake, THE PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS TIMES AND EVENTS THAT were or were not honourable, worthy, or IMPECCABLE in my life. It showed me what I was doing and what I wasn’t doing and I cut the head off the snake in every aspect of my life. I cleaned up, owned and conquered. I took it all to the next level, and each time I did this, my ankle got stronger, faster, more flexible, and I began to feel nerve growth. To most it would bring on excruciating pain, but I treated it clinically and spiritually and said ‘oh hello young nerves welcome, do grow and settle in, for will march again very shortly’.

6 mths turned into 2 wks walking, 4 weeks my cast was taken off, 6 wks I was cleared. The healing was not just alone journey, the accident had caused trauma to Dusty as well. He had slipped into deep depression blaming him-self for the accident. The therapy and marching was done together as a team- he my avatar and I his. I laughed, and lived every day in utter joy, often dancing to Madonna’s song – celebration by Benni Benassi dj mix. Titian dreams – Two steps from hell AND Titanium – David Guetta feat Sia. I mastered with Blue Body® focus on my ankle and returned to work healing others by February 28th, 2014. Two weeks before the Bathurst event, – under 6 mths, I had my final podiatrist and fracture clinic appointment – x – rays confirmed, the plate and bone has set, I have full ROM of my ankle, I have full sensation and nerve function with only the superficial dermatome nerve replacement to finish healing.

I have never felt so alive, so powerful, so IN LOVE WITH MY GOD, more than anything I have never felt so JAZZED about life, living and being totally connected to something more outrageously wonderful and delicious – being divine. The Bathurst event for 2014 – divine jazz – allowed me to be up and moving with fellow masters, to dance, jump, and celebrate the totality of all that I have gone through and not compromising me, myself or I as a god awakening or the truth behind everything RAM/ JZ has taught us. It is the disciplines and the deep love of my god that has allowed me to be future now…presently and always marching.

I’ve never questioned my God but I doubted myself – doubt from/of how much do my wings flap and push me to higher levels – this ankle break pushed me to soar greater than I ever imagined. Now there is no doubt or questioning – only allowing and doing it with such joy…

Xxoxo Sarah Macdonald

Click here for the Photo Album of Sarah’s ankle in the healing process.

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