First of all again, let me thank you for my wonderful visitors last night! Mr. Castro and his ladies were delightful! Spanish women are always so beautiful, and I really don't think Mr. Castro is that bad a person. I think in ways he's a lot like Mr. Polley. He wants his people to be good to each other and he won't tolerate any nonsense. It was a wonderful visit. But unfortunately after that the rest of my night turned into a nightmare!
That Clinton bitch showed up. She was saying something about me being a foolish little child that was being used by people that would only hurt me and that I needed to stop my letter. I tried to drive her off but she was too strong. Even the others with me couldn't drive her off. Then Mr. Polley came. He grabbed her by the hair, hauled her away and they started fighting. And I mean they started fighting! It's impossible to describe what it's like when the strongest Lord Of Light on Earth and one of the worst creatures of Darkness go at it one on one, bare handed. Everybody was running for cover! You returned with your husband and my angel came from Los Angeles and you took turns shielding me with your bodies, holding me. When one of you got tired you gave me to the other one and your husband recharged the one that wasn't holding me so she could take me back. You could see the energy that was hitting us. It was just blasting against the shields that you were putting up, just hammering us! I could only get a few glimpses of the fight when I managed to peek around you once and a while. I can't imagine how two beings could pound each other like that! She never said a thing to him but she kept screaming at you, calling you by your earthly name, and adding some obscenities to it that I won't repeat. But she was saying that no matter what they do you could never be Vice President for eight years and then President for eight years. You're too old. You're finished. You could never take her place, she'd destroy everything first. They say it only went on for somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes, probably closer to fifteen, but it seemed like forever! Then she finally withdrew, and he took off. I don't think he wanted anybody to see how much he was hurt, however we had no time to think about it. The material world was in chaos! All over The United States, up into Canada and down into Mexico everybody was fighting each other, husbands and wives, fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, brothers and sisters everybody was at each others' throats, anybody that was weak. We had to run like crazy going from person to person breaking up the fights and calming the people down so there wouldn't have been thousands of murders all over The United States! And then we had to prevent hundreds of suicides.
Oh, I'm mad, I am so mad! She hurt him! It is so incredible a being that could wipe me from existence with a thought, that could just look at me and I'd be gone forever, is fighting for me, and is protecting me, and is trying to give me peace, trying to see that I have justice. Sometimes I think I should just go away and not cause so much trouble. But they love me so much they'll fight for me. Please! She was afraid of my letter. She was afraid of me reaching my grandmother. Please make sure you get it! Please take it to her! Make her understand it's real. She's terrified of it! She's terrified of you beginning to do your work. I think she's wrong. I think you could do it! I think if you showed The American People how much you love them you could do it. You're not too old! You're not too tired! You would be a great Vice President and you would be a great President. Don't listen to her! Don't listen to others. Be what God wants you to be! Join Mr. Polley and make the world better, make it what it should be so there won't be other little girls like me.
This was supposed to be a happy message. We figured out yesterday that if we could get two million dollars for Mr. & Mrs. Polley's trust fund at 3 1/2 per cent they would have almost $5,000 a month after 15% was taken out for taxes. We're probably not figuring it right, they'd probably take more taxes or something, but if we could get that much it would be great! Mr. Polley could hire the Spanish lady he wants to put their web sites in Spanish and to help around the house. Of course they'd have to get a begger house. They could do so much more with just a little bit of help! But that thing spoiled it, spoiled the other things we wanted to talk about. I can't say what I want but people can imagine. But don't let her win! Please, get my letter! Take it to my grandmother! Tell the world you believe in God and you believe in His servants, and you know what they can do. Please?
I heard the FBI is looking for people. Couldn't they hire Mr. Polley as some kind of advisor or something? Naw, wouldn't work, but it would be nice!