Vicky Forest's transition into Heaven
Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2018 2:37 pm
In January 2017, my beloved wife, Vicky, was rushed to hospital and admitted for four days because of an irregular heartbeat that at one point reached 200. On one of those days, Vicky had a near-death experience, which she described to me afterwards as feeling herself rising and watching the Coronary Care Unit (CCU) room dissolve before her eyes. She said a voice told her that it was not her time, but not to fear for the time would come soon. Vicky was certain that God had spoken to her and the peace that she felt was extraordinarily tangible.
By June 2018, Vicky’s heart continued to decline with increasing angina pain. Her quality of life became poor, as constant dependency on oxygen and issues with idema (severe inflammation in her legs) restricted her to our home. It was then that Vicky made the decision to apply for MAID (Medical Assistance in Dying). In our province of British Columbia, Canada, this option became legal in June 2016. After a strict acceptance process in which two different doctors had to agree to go ahead, August 30, 2018 at 4 pm was given to end her life. Vicky was grateful that her pain would soon be gone. Continuous morphine and bed rest is not a way of life.
As the days approached, Vicky remained calm and resolute in her decision. She was completely fearless and waited patiently as the day loomed closer. Many friends and family came to visit or called and she had to calm each and every one as tears of sadness flowed as Vicky only expressed peace and joy. On the phone many thought there was nothing wrong, how can she sound so good and yet be so ill? She slept a great deal during this time but always awoke ready to face the world with a clear mind and captivating voice.
Vicky and I spent the morning of August 30th as usual, treating the day of her transition as if it were just another ordinary day. I made her breakfast as I had been doing for several months and kept her coffee cup full. She had been sleeping in a hospital bed that was kept next to my desk. I moved the bed out from the wall so we could gather around. Three of my friends came to support me along with her sister and son. The doctor arrived fifteen minutes late and then the nurse struggled to start an IV for the medication that would stop Vicky’s heart. Vicky’s hide and seek veins had always been a nurse’s nemesis. She was beyond letting anything stress her and remained calm throughout. My friend and I cracked jokes with Vicky who gave it back as she always did. Vicky had a great sense of humour and she was not going to lose it now.
Within a couple of minutes, the doctor administered the final meds and Vicky peacefully transitioned. Al and Jeanne Fike meanwhile prayed simultaneously in their home along with a group of Divine Love devotees. Al later told me that he had projected himself into the room and watched the proceedings. He was able to describe the room and all who were there. I was so lost in the process of losing my beloved that at first I was not aware of the energy shift that had taken place in the room. A heavenly presence had filled our home, spreading its wings, corralling us with peace. It was as tangible as Vicky’s body laying peacefully in bed. I could easily say God had visited but there were no words to describe what was happening other than our house had been wrapped in a cocoon of Divine Love that was as profoundly real as the clothes covering my body. This was not a belief about what Divine Love is, this was not a philosophical discussion, this was an actual experience of absolute Truth. God had told Vicky that He would walk her Home and so He did.
While the heavenly presence and Vicky’s body remained, Vicky quickly lifted off and vanished, leaving behind a residue of joy that was as profound as the peace that filled the room. She was free and had no intention of wasting a single moment looking back. The overwhelming awe that was experienced has changed my life forever. One can wait a lifetime for such a moment and it happened at the instant of my dear Vicky’s death. We were all touched by God that day. Of course, I am sad that my beloved Vicky is physically gone. Yet she remains with me, filling my life with her divine presence. How can I conceivably feel alone? How can we possibly be afraid of death when such a wonderful future awaits us? Death is not the boogey man so many have imagined. It is the door to an existence beyond our imagination that is as real as the grass beneath your feet. It sits just beyond our reach even as you can sense and talk to spirit if your heart and awareness is open wide enough. Or at the moment of death it opens its door and lets you in. The place you came from when you were born, the place returned to after your journey here is done.
By June 2018, Vicky’s heart continued to decline with increasing angina pain. Her quality of life became poor, as constant dependency on oxygen and issues with idema (severe inflammation in her legs) restricted her to our home. It was then that Vicky made the decision to apply for MAID (Medical Assistance in Dying). In our province of British Columbia, Canada, this option became legal in June 2016. After a strict acceptance process in which two different doctors had to agree to go ahead, August 30, 2018 at 4 pm was given to end her life. Vicky was grateful that her pain would soon be gone. Continuous morphine and bed rest is not a way of life.
As the days approached, Vicky remained calm and resolute in her decision. She was completely fearless and waited patiently as the day loomed closer. Many friends and family came to visit or called and she had to calm each and every one as tears of sadness flowed as Vicky only expressed peace and joy. On the phone many thought there was nothing wrong, how can she sound so good and yet be so ill? She slept a great deal during this time but always awoke ready to face the world with a clear mind and captivating voice.
Vicky and I spent the morning of August 30th as usual, treating the day of her transition as if it were just another ordinary day. I made her breakfast as I had been doing for several months and kept her coffee cup full. She had been sleeping in a hospital bed that was kept next to my desk. I moved the bed out from the wall so we could gather around. Three of my friends came to support me along with her sister and son. The doctor arrived fifteen minutes late and then the nurse struggled to start an IV for the medication that would stop Vicky’s heart. Vicky’s hide and seek veins had always been a nurse’s nemesis. She was beyond letting anything stress her and remained calm throughout. My friend and I cracked jokes with Vicky who gave it back as she always did. Vicky had a great sense of humour and she was not going to lose it now.
Within a couple of minutes, the doctor administered the final meds and Vicky peacefully transitioned. Al and Jeanne Fike meanwhile prayed simultaneously in their home along with a group of Divine Love devotees. Al later told me that he had projected himself into the room and watched the proceedings. He was able to describe the room and all who were there. I was so lost in the process of losing my beloved that at first I was not aware of the energy shift that had taken place in the room. A heavenly presence had filled our home, spreading its wings, corralling us with peace. It was as tangible as Vicky’s body laying peacefully in bed. I could easily say God had visited but there were no words to describe what was happening other than our house had been wrapped in a cocoon of Divine Love that was as profoundly real as the clothes covering my body. This was not a belief about what Divine Love is, this was not a philosophical discussion, this was an actual experience of absolute Truth. God had told Vicky that He would walk her Home and so He did.
While the heavenly presence and Vicky’s body remained, Vicky quickly lifted off and vanished, leaving behind a residue of joy that was as profound as the peace that filled the room. She was free and had no intention of wasting a single moment looking back. The overwhelming awe that was experienced has changed my life forever. One can wait a lifetime for such a moment and it happened at the instant of my dear Vicky’s death. We were all touched by God that day. Of course, I am sad that my beloved Vicky is physically gone. Yet she remains with me, filling my life with her divine presence. How can I conceivably feel alone? How can we possibly be afraid of death when such a wonderful future awaits us? Death is not the boogey man so many have imagined. It is the door to an existence beyond our imagination that is as real as the grass beneath your feet. It sits just beyond our reach even as you can sense and talk to spirit if your heart and awareness is open wide enough. Or at the moment of death it opens its door and lets you in. The place you came from when you were born, the place returned to after your journey here is done.