Caylee Anthony is rather upset. We got a hateful email from someone named Lawrence who said we were crazy and The Bible warned of people like us. We answered that The Bible also warned "Oh ye foolish people that reject the messages of God." A little child, a true child now sends God's messages, a spirit that has never been an adult so does not know how to feel about many things and wonders why other people do not hear her when they feel God's power with her messages. She has asked that we send her latest email to The First Lady to everyone again, all the embassies, and all the media we can reach, and ask everyone again to send The First Lady this simple message. "Please, Laura, answer Caylee!" That's all she wants. She wants each person to send this message with their name and address so if The First Lady wishes she can contact them and confirm that they sent it. How much time would it take? How many minutes of your life would it take to answer a desperate little girl's prayer that wants so much to find a way to exist but cannot exist unless she obtains justice? She only seeks the truth. She only wants the truth spoken. She only wants the world to understand what happens when you teach people to think only of themselves. Then she can be free and accept whatever fate comes her way. Below is the link to The First Lady's email. Can't you send this simple message? Don't be a Lawrence! Don't answer this child with hate. Do not say you do not care because you do not want to believe but say "Dear one, I will give you a few moments. I will give you part of my life, and God help you! And I will ask my friends to help you too."

 

My guest last night was really sad. I wish so much I could help him. But I think only Mr. Polley can do that, and he would have to agree to do what he was asked in order for Mr. Polley to help him. He doesn't want me to mention his name, or the name or the lady that's so angry with him so people won't know who it is. But that Mr. Polley can get people to forgive so someone has a chance for eternal life if they'll do what's right is one of the most incredible powers that he has! I cannot believe he brought the one to me that I hurt, and she said she blames the man for hurting her and not me, and she won't hold anything against me, that she wants me to get better and join her in Heaven, not to give up. If Mr. Polley can do that he can do anything! I cried and cried. I tried to tell her how much I love her, and she just kept holding me and telling me it's all right, I was in so much pain I didn't understand what I was doing. I wish mother could make two little girls and she could be my sister and then I would make it up to her all the time we had together. That's a beautiful dream, but I know it cannot be. There are some things that cannot be forgiven. There are some things that cannot be done. But anyway, I told this dear man "If you become Mr. Polley's friend and simply tell everybody the truth, that Mr. Polley was right, then everything will be all right. He'll tell the lady to forgive you and she will, for the sake of all the little girls that would die if the world ends."
I cannot imagine such power! I would not want such power! I just want the power to do what I have to do so I can be free, that's all. I couldn't do all these things every day. It's fun right now, it's play. But I know if it was every day it would be too hard. I'm not ready. I'm too scared I'd make a mistake.
I talked to the lady who Mr. Polley restored, and asked her what it's like not to have your free will. She said "At first you really resent it, but in time you come to understand. And he makes you understand very quickly. The first day he made me walk, told me to follow these paths through the woods, to stay off the main roads. I'd know which way to go because each turn was marked with three stones and I'd go in the direction of the largest one. I knew I wasn't used to walking so I took off my shoes so they wouldn't blister my feet. I got hungry, really hungry. Then I smelled food. I looked out into a clearing. A colored family was working a field. An older woman was laying out lunch. I could smell the fresh bread and the stew. Suddenly a little boy cried out "Grandmother! There's a lady in the woods. She's watching us. I think she's hungry!" The old woman looked up and cried "Come here, dear!" Normally I would've hurried off I would not have associated with colored people. But he had told me if anyone offered me hospitality to accept. So I came to her. "Are you lost, dear?" she asked. "No," I answered, "I'm travelling." "Are you hungry?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am!" I answered, "But I wouldn't want to take any of your food." "Well, it just so happens," the woman answered, "that there's extra! Someone else was supposed to come and couldn't make it. So you sit right down there!" The others came from the field and she served the food. I can't tell you how delicious it was! Then one of the girls looked at me and said "You're one He's chosen, aren't you? He's told you to forsake all and follow after him, and you've left everything behind." I bowed my head and answered "No. I did bad things. An Angel came and destroyed my father. I gave him my soul. He's told me where I must go and what I must do, not to go where my father went. I can't lie to any of you. I'm not worthy of what you're giving me." "Nonsense!" the old woman snapped. "If you weren't worthy God wouldn't have sent you here! You just do what the Angel tells you to do, girl, and it will be all right. You're in his hands. And if God has put you in his hands he will see to it that it's right."
I went to get out father's wallet and the old woman said "Don't think of it dear! Whatever money you have is for others. We have all we need! Now here, have a little more stew then get on your way and let the Angel guide you."