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Saturday May 17,2008

I Am Free!

by Rev. Dr. Betsie H. Poinsett

This story wasn't over yet. I wondered how it would end. Bennett is dead on November 8, 1997 3:35 PM brain dead from yet another car crash. His truck had crashed into a tree in the early morning hours the night before, he was rushed to the hospital, hanging onto life until we could get there to say the final good-bye.

He is finally FREE. FREE to soar unlimited. In his death was the ultimate release and freedom for all three of us. It was so clear that he never wanted to be here. He was always striving to leave, pushing every boundary, exasperating us with every action. But the gifts, oh the gifts that we see now. This time his angels must have said, "OK, enough is enough; come on home. We finally get the message. You want out of there."

I was in Gatlinburg in my motel room when Ed called me at 6 am. Bennett had been in an accident and it was very grave. Immediately when I hung up the phone, my guides gave me a message that he was with the angels, but that he would wait until I got there to say good bye. I was shown a vision of all of his ancestors standing around his lifeless body as they waited for him on the other side.

After what seemed like the longest drive of my life, we finally arrived at the hospital at 2:00 PM. I immediately put my amethyst crystal on him and sent the healing energy from my hands into his body, just like I had done in his first DUI accident.

But this time I kept telling him that he had our permission to go to the light. "It is your choice," I said. I only wanted him back if he could be transformed; because the pain of watching him in these last few weeks was so agonizing I knew I couldn't take it much longer. And now the finale.

Ed and I were around him and sending our love. I touched his face to stroke his cheek and, just as in life, he shook me off.

Ed rubbed his feet and he clearly moved his legs as if to say, "Stop it; leave me alone", just as he had always done to us in the past. And then he died. We joined hands and Ed recited the 23 Psalm.

Bennett's wishes were that we donate his organs and so we did. When that happens they keep everything going with machines until the organs can be taken so it looks like they are still alive.

My mind kept asking: "Is he really dead? How do you know? What have I done? Could he have revived? I believe in miracles, would this be one?"

I insisted on waiting for the neurosurgeon. He was in surgery and I had to wait over an hour.