June is typically dedicated to fathers. My life is dedicated to the powerful memory of my dear Father Vie. Once in a lifetime a source of energy proliferates our earth to leave a lasting impression that pervades generations and goes down in history. Each time that my thoughts meander to my Father Vie I find myself in a state of awe and infinite admiration.
My Father was born in a small Indian village in South Africa. It was the era of apartheid and Nelson Mandela was a young boy. So the story goes like this:
Father was given an Indian name at birth. His mother was experiencing great difficulty in producing breast milk to nourish her new baby. A few nights following Father’s birth, my Grandmother had a revelation in her dream. When she awoke the next morning she insisted on changing my Father’s name to Vie after one of the Indian Dieties. So the story goes ….when my Father was given his proper name, he was blessed with nourishment of his Mother’s milk!
As a child growing up in a land beset with discrimination and segregation, my Father Vie left school at a tender age so that he could help to support his family. He started to work at a shoe factory making shoes. As he learned the trade as a shoe maker, my Father was also enjoying the South African past time of soccer. He discovered his talent as a soccerite and was enlisted to join the Indian team of national soccerites who became well known across South Africa in their time.
Father’s friends were from a family of successful enterepreneurs in South Africa. Father’s entrepreneurial spirit revealed itself when he opened his first retail store serving the local community with groceries and fresh produce. His life was certainly a busy one between the store and professional soccer. The only missing link in his life was love.
“Your Mother & I were destined for each other,” he would chuckle.
My parents opened up their first factory in a little basement 20 km away from their store. While my Mother worked at the store and then at the factory machines packing the new products, Father Vie signed historical contracts with Coco Cola and Fanta and the biggest soft drink manufacturers. Shortly thereafter their product was found in every cafe, every store and any place that sold soft drinks across the country.
Within a year my parents purchased their own building and launched their factory to expand to a line of of more products. The rest is history. My parents were firsts in many areas. They designed and built their second home nestled in a hill. This home was one of the first in South Africa to feature solar heating panels on the roof top for a steady sustainable supply of hot water.
Father was passionate man. He could gather crowds around him wherever he went. Albeit he was shy of public speaking! My parents travelled around the planet exploring countries, cultures and wonders. India, China, Japan, South Americas, North Americas, Europe, Africa, Australasia. Father’s stories of their travels were always intoxicating and enthralling. I also enjoyed travelling around the globe with them albeit in a less extensive fashion. Of course in South Africa everyone is at the very least bilingual. Father was rather adept and spoke 6 languages: three Indian languages, English, Zulu and Afrikaans (dialect of Dutch). He was indeed an amazing soul. People loved being in his field of energy.
Father Vie lived his life with passion.
Father would say: “Early to bed early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.”
He would arise at 04:30 and run for an hour each day.
Father would often remark to me: “The power of the universe is within each of us.”
As a child I often wondered what that meant.
Father would reply to me:” One day you will know what I mean.”
After I left South Africa to study in the USA I found myself becoming closer to my parents even though we were thousands of kilometers away.
Father would telephone me several times a week and always end the call with: ” I love you darling.”
After I graduated with my first Doctorate Father would always refer to me as his very own Dr. Vie. Each year Father and Mother would spend 6-8 weeks with me enjoying the cities that I was working in and sharing their lives with me in London, Paris and numerous cities in USA. I was exploring the world with the knowledge that my parents loved me. Those were precious times.
On one such occassion as I eagerly prepared for my parents visit to me in Kobenhavn, Danmark, I received the dreaded phone call. Father had suffered a heart attack and was in critical condition at the hospital. He was the only member of his family to survive heart disease for so long.
I reached his hospital bedside within a day and a half. Father was perched up on his intensive care bed, chatting to the nurses excited to see me.
In an animated fashion he said to them: ” You nurses can all leave now, my own Doctor Vie is here.”
We chatted that evening and he was so happy, I was so happy to be with him.
I bid him goodnight and said: “Dad, I’ll bring the newspaper tomorrow and read to you.”
That night Father experienced a stroke and drifted into a coma. For the ensuing three weeks I stayed at Father’s bedside, watching over him, meditating for his recovery, monitoring the doctors, talking to Father, telling him about my life and recounting his life.
I slept at his bedside with my head on his bed. I would leave each morning only to go home to shower and change. Mother would be at his side during the day. Those moments that I spent with Father were some of the most precious moments of my life. Even though he was in a coma he would squeeze my hand when I said something that struck a cord with him, he communicated in so many ways that only I could understand. I knew that he was with me.
I tried so hard.
BUT, I could not save him.
I could not save my Father. I failed to save my darling Father Vie.
Mother and I were at Father’s bedside as his life passed on.
Right up to the moment that Father’s life left his body, Father indicated his special symbol of love for Mother. He reached out, his hand cupped with the preverbial apple for Mother.
Father would always say: “Your Mother and I were created for each other.”
He was right.
Following Father’s demise I felt as if my very foundation had evaporated. I returned to Danmark in oblivion. That December holiday season I went into a deep meditation for two weeks, the only words that I spoke were to Mother on the phone each day as I tried to help her to heal. When I emerged from my meditation in January I had a revelation.
I relocated to a sister company in Switzerland to feel the energies of the mountains. It was there that I began to understand some of the revelations deep within my Father’s life. I was beginning to unravel the Code.
In the interim, Mother was of course profoundly affected by Father’s demise. Consequently, she was diagnosed with breast cancer shortly thereafter. After I helped Mother overcome the cancer I realized my calling (Read Article: Mother Vie).
Over the years I began to understand with more clarity the secret of the Code.
I now dedicate my work, my publications and my output to the life and times of my Father Vie, the most amazing soul whom I have had the honour to share part of my life with.
His passion for life, his integrity, his insight and his love for Mother are etched in my soul.
Code V.I.E. is the Code to optimize and regenerate deep within our soul.
It is based on one principle that pervades entire humanity and existence on our planet.
I look forward to sharing it with you in Dr. Vie Academy .
In honour of my dearest Father Vie, especially during June- the month for Fathers, and during every day of my life.
To You my darling Father
From your only daughter
On Father’s Day and every day of my life
I love you Father.
Dr. Vie, Scientist & Founder,
Dr. Vie, Inc.
Author, Code V.I.E.
Founder, Dr. Vie Academy