It was mid 2001 high up in the Northern New South Wales mountains of Australia, that i broke my back!

After moving hundreds of tonnes of rocks building retaining walls over many years by bucket or by wheel barrow, i obviously pushed my body too far.

Knowing what i know now i’m not proud of it, but i did what i did!

Covered in lantana and soil, were rock pools that i traced from spring water seemingly coming from nowhere.

So i carried the soil away from the solid rock to higher ground until i constructed dry stone rock walls to retain it.

Unfortunately in the main pool area under a small cliff a boulder weighing more than 150kg had fallen into the rock pool many years ago probably when the land was cleared of trees and used for banana production.

Hence why the top soil washed down the mountain side in the first place.

As it had to be removed if we were to enjoy a really lovely spring fed natural pool because of it’s size, how do i do it?.

The property was located miles out from town on the top side of a mountain with no tracks or road down to the rock pool area.

Hence cranes were not a possibility!

But if the Egyptians can do it, so can i.

So what i did was lift the boulder up as best i could with a jimmy bar (a long thick steel pointed bar) and with my leg putting weight on the end of the jimmy bar lifting up the weight of the boulder, i would slide a smaller rock underneath.

Repeat the process around the boulder hundreds of times and up the boulder will go.

But as i found out, the rocks this boulder was sitting on were not as stable as i hoped.

It was just at that moment when i was tipping the boulder onto the solid ledge above that my life changed forever!

i’m not sure what moved first but something moved in the supporting rocks below and my right foot slipped and i was in big trouble.

Down was coming the weight of a boulder upon me!

Not wanting to leave the planet and my body squashed, it was like time stopped and i lifted the full weight of the boulder up onto the solid ledge like lifting a feather.

But within that same moment, an atomic bomb exploded in my lower back and a light shot up my spine and down i went.

With bulging discs, cracked vertebrae and a paralised right leg to boot, things were looking very grim.

Thankfully there was help and in situations like this, the first thought is obviously medical care.

But having helped many people with back injuries over the many decades of treating people, i was familiar with the path this option would lead to.

What to do?

For this sort of breakage, it was surgery if not spinal fusion!

And apart from access to pain killers, that’s all the medical system could offer as that’s what they’re trained to do.

Even though i wasn’t keen for surgery, i knew i had to choose between one of two options!

Go for surgery or practice the faith i have in my body’s healing potential and DO THE WORK!

It was in that moment i decided now was as good a time as ever, to use what i consider the most potent of the spiritual faculties we are all blessed with, the creative imagination.

i knew i could promote some form of neural repair using the Tribreath rhythm’s, but i still had the physical issue of dislocated and bulging disc’s, let alone the damaged and cracked vertebrae.

So i sought the help of a close family member who was a practiced chiropractor and kinesiologist with many decades of experience.

Being told what had to happen or it’s surgery, this was also the first of three times that i’ve literally passed out due to my inability to consciously deal with the pain.

It’s like when your computer blue screens.

It’s a forced shut down from your body!

Anyway, i know it sounds crazy but it had to be done.

So with a hammer and the cut end of a broom stick, the dislocated discs were isolated and re-positioned as best as could be achieved given the situation and the rest was up to me.