July Newsletter 2025

A plane crash and healing outside of time and space

Dearest Tribe Members,

Psalm 91:11–12

“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your

ways. On their hands they will bear you up, lest you strike your foot against

a stone.”

This is a Part II and continuation from my previous post in June.

Yet, I realized I wasn't breathing. Panic surged within me; I needed air. It was agonizing—each grunt to get some bit of air into my lungs seemed fruitless, and I prayed again for help. I was teetering on the brink of unconsciousness again. But finally, a spark of breath filled my lungs, and with it, the ability to move returned to me.

I couldn’t hear anything at first, complete silence. Then, as my hearing struggled to reset, a high-pitched ringing filled my head until I could hear normally. Each moment was a testament to resilience, and my residency training in trauma was such a blessing during this time.

One sense came back at a time, and then next was the sense of smell.The scent of gasoline invaded my nostrils. “Oh please God, don’t let us catch on fire!” I thought.I imagined dragging myself out of the airplane if a fire started… could I doit? I didn’t make it this far to die this way.

Pain began to surge through me, a vital reminder of the wreckage around us. My eyes locked onto the pilot, who lay crumpled and unconscious, but then, like a flicker of hope, he grunted and gasped for air. “Oh thank you God!” I thought.

My adrenaline was kicking in as I slipped into what I referred to as “Doctor Mode.” The assessment was swift; the pilot suffered from head trauma, he had profuse bleeding from multiple laceration and his eyelids were swelling swelling shut so he could not see. He complained of pain, with his back being the worst. He was disoriented and did not know who he was or what happened. I could only reorient him and reassure him that staying in his seat was the best option.

As for me, it was clear that my left leg was the priority. The lower foot was twisted grotesquely, nearly one hundred and twenty degrees in the wrong direction. I could tell the bones beneath my skin were crushed—I felt them grind upon one another with every small move. They had not broken the skin yet, and I knew I needed to take the pressure off of my lower leg to prevent further damage including bleeding out and infection. Moving my torso and breathing were excruciating, but I could move my arms, head, and right leg.

Understanding the danger, I knew I had to relieve the axial pressure on my leg before more damage was done. With sheer determination, I dragged myself out the broken door and onto the wing of the plane, lying there with my legs still in the cockpit. I thought, surely, the air traffic controller had alerted someone. First responders should be on their way.

Minutes ticked by as we waited—a helpless fifteen-minute stretch that felt like an hour. The pilot regained some awareness, and I continued to reacquaint him with the situation.

Meanwhile we had searched the floorboard and found a phone. It was the pilot’s, and between the two of us, we dialed 911. But it became painfully clear they didn’t believe us! The small-town dispatcher struggled to grasp the gravity of our situation, and we were met with disbelief. We attempted to explain our plight over several disjointed calls, each one filled with frustration and urgency, trying to convey that we weren't simply fabricating a story.

We were informed that no one had called 911 to inform them of our malfunctioning plane, nor did the transponder in the plane send out any signals after the crash. In reality, they were oblivious to our situation. The transponder failed to activate even though we were being picked up on radar in the air. So many mistakes happened this day, but God prevailed and assisted us every step of the way.

“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. On their hands they will bear you up, lest you strike your foot against a stone.” – Psalm 91:11–12

The dispatch did send out some search vehicles, but they did not know where to look for us. All we could tell them was that we crashed into pine trees.

Then, in that moment of dire need, the Holy Spirit guided me. It was as if a voice whispered, “Pin your location.”

I struggled to get the 911 operator off the line, but the urgency propelled me forward. (Evidently you cannot pin your location while on a 911 phone call. The iPhone was locked.).After convincing the dispatcher to give us some time to pin our location, I found a way to do this through the pilot’s phone to his son. That moment, that connection, became our lifeline, giving us some hope.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I could faintly hear the distant wailing of sirens, but nothing seemed to draw nearer. Confusion gripped me; I asked the dispatcher, “Why aren’t they getting any closer?” They responded, “They can’t find you. They can’t locate the crash. The pin only gets them in the general area of the woods.” And in that moment of clarity, I recalled that we had plummeted straight down, not sideways—we were somewhere on private property, hidden from view.

The response team deployed twenty units, but they were scattered far from the road. Their strategy became clear: create a perimeter, surround the area, and utilize megaphones to reach us. A plane soared overhead, scanning for the crash site.

“Carrie,” they said, “save your strength for when you hear the megaphones, gather every ounce of your strength and scream as loud as you can. They need to find you by your voice.”

At that point, I was going into shock and my voice was shaking and faint. The pilot was in shock and unable to call out. The weight fell on me. I braced myself, waiting for what felt like an eternity. Then, a megaphone broke through the silence. In that instant, something extraordinary happened. It was as if Our Father in Heaven gifted me with His powerful voice, allowing me to scream louder than I have ever screamed in my life. I say that was the day he taught me how to roar. He gave me His voice.

“And He said to her, ‘Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace, and be healed of your affliction.’” – Mark 5:34

Finally, through the woods, one of the deputies heard me. He followed my voice, inching closer, and I will never forget his face; he looked sweaty and debris was in his hair as he came through the woods. Confusion washed over him as he approached, clearly at a loss for what to do next—this wasn’t part of their training.

“What can I do for you?” He asked.

“Can you hold my hand?” I asked.

He hesitated and then replied, “Oh, yes of course.”

At that moment I finally began to let so emotion out. I started to shake and cry. Could this be real? Did we really make it? Yes, God really saved us! What a miracle! I needed to hold his hand so I knew this was real. I needed someone to tell me it was going to be alright.

Eventually, we were airlifted to Atlanta Medical Center (which is now closed), and whisked away to the trauma bay. In and out of consciousness, I felt pain medications course through me for the first time, distorting my perceptions. Strapped to a table and utterly vulnerable and without clothes, I felt dehumanized during the examination. Even so, I couldn’t shake the thoughts swirling in my mind. I overheard discussions about a woman in the trauma bay assigned the name Zebulon—medical staff often use trauma names in emergencies, separating individuals from their identities until safety is confirmed.

"She’s likely to be paralyzed," they said, and in that moment I thought, “Well I was in a plane crash, but at least I won’t be paralyzed like her.” Still grappling with my blurry vision, I attempted to read the name on my wristband. “What are you doing?” a nurse inquired.

“I’m trying to see what it says,” I replied. She explained, “Well, it’s not your real name yet; it’s your trauma name—Zebulon.”“Oh no!” I thought. “I’m Zebulon?!”

Although I didn’t outwardly react, internally, waves of realization washed over me. In that instant, I had a profound knowing and strength- a deep conviction, much like the woman who was bleeding from the Bible who believed wholeheartedly, and through faith, she was healed. In my mind I prayed the declaration “Not my history, not my story. This will not happen. I declare it in Jesus’ name; I will not be paralyzed.” This is a message I’ve seen reflected in my patients as well: when you have that unwavering belief, everything transforms. 

Shortly afterwards the nurses transported me to the ICU and initiated neuro checks on me. I was drifting out of consciousness; yet, when I heard the nurse’s voice or feel the pressure of their hands on my foot I had became alert.

Each time they checked me, my determination grew—this was my moment to show I was stronger, not weaker. My legs didn’t give in; they gained resilience, leaving the nurses perplexed. I recall their confusion, “You’ve got the wrong patient,” one would exclaim,

“That’s not her foot! They expect her to be getting weaker, not better! Something is wrong.” They eventually summoned the attending neurosurgeons who arrived with their team of residents.

As they scrutinized my scans, I could sense a shift in the atmosphere. The attending physician’s words are etched in my memory: “Well, it seems we misinterpreted your scans. All of us did, because there’s simply no way  you’re going to be paralyzed. You’re off neuro checks.”

The question lingered: Did they truly misread the scans, or was there something supernatural at play—perhaps prayers were answered outside of time and space in the heavens?

In that moment, I held on to the belief that time is an illusion; past, present, and future are merely constructs. In the realm beyond these dimensions, only the present exists, and it’s here that we reach out to God, a belief reinforced by research. At that time, word was spreading about my plane crash, and I felt the prayers from around the world. The presence of God was palpably woven into that moment. Later when friends came to visit me in the ICU, they prayed and laid their hands upon me. I definitely felt a warm, calming energy go through me.

There’s an Israeli researcher Leonard Leibovici who published an article in the British Medical Journal in December 2001. It is titled “Effects of remote, retroactive intercessory prayer on outcomes in patients with bloodstream infection: randomised controlled trial”.

He conducted at least two peer-reviewed studies, with findings that astonished the scientific community. His focus was on thousands of patients admitted to ICUs for severe cardiac issues and sepsis resulting from infections. He methodically assigned prayer intercessors to half of these patients while the other half remained as control subjects.

The conclusion: remote, retroactive intercessory prayer said for a group is associated with a shorter stay in hospital and shorter duration of fever in patients with a bloodstream infection and should be considered for use in clinical practice.

History shows that prayer can change outcomes—this is well-documented and supported by many years of research. In this case, the results mirrored those expectations. The patients who had dedicated prayers lifted on their behalf fared better, both in cardiac recovery and against sepsis.

But here’s the twist that caught even the seasoned statisticians off guard: the patients who received prayers had been admitted five to ten years prior to those prayers being offered. In other words, praying for people in the past actually works! Our prayers can go outside of time and space.

We must recognize the truth of our circumstances. Ultimately, what truly matters is understanding that God has the ultimate authority over life and death. What was once intended for harm can be transformed into something profoundly good. This realization has shaped me; it’s my choice to emerge stronger and wiser from my experiences. God is my anchor, supported by the unwavering love of dear friends and the body of Christ.

I refuse to let the forces of darkness prevail. Instead, I emerge as a more resilient warrior. To anyone listening who has faced unimaginable hardships: know that surviving these trials means those wounds can become your most powerful armor, provided you learn how to wield them with loving intention through the authority of our savior. The demonic realm quakes and retreats in the presence of your strength.

Your journey equips you with empathy and compassion. You understand both sides of the struggle and consciously choose the path of His truth and light, and that is what makes you an extraordinary warrior in this world. Remember, our choices ripple through the fabric of our lives, and our responses to life’s challenges define our path. You are never alone.

In addition to the physical realm, we have the comforting presence of the supernatural. Our loving Father watches over us from Heaven, the Holy Spirit walks alongside us on Earth, and our Savior is ever-present. And let us not forget the angels—they are real, and they can guide us.

Each of us has the potential to be a beacon of hope for one another. When we listen to that gentle nudge—the sixth sense urging us to reach out—we can make a profound difference. If you feel prompted to call someone, do it! You could be their lifeline in the physical realm. I've often heard stories where a single sentence from someone saved a person from the brink of despair. It’s incredible how a few powerful words can have such a monumental impact.

And for me, having faith in God and surrendering to Him has given me his strength. I even learned how to roar.

John 14:27

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the worldgives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let thembe afraid.”

With Great Love and Many Blessings,

Carrie Madej

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