I must tell you I have some real serious problems. But I am getting a lot of help. I'm being taken care of by Mr. and Mrs. Polley in Bismarck, North Dakota, who are very dear friends of God. I do not deserve all that they are doing for me, and I often think that I should just simply leave. But everyone begs me not to.
I am writing you today to ask you a very special favor. I am aware that my Uncle Lee has been granted immunity from prosecution so he can tell the things that he knows about what happened to me. I am really not against this. I wish he would do this of his own free will but if this is what is necessary I will understand. However there are a couple of things that are disturbing me. People are saying that Lee is my father. This is not right! I know he is not. And it is a terrible thing to accuse him of. So I would appreciate it very much if you would tell people that I have told you this, and for them to stop saying it.
Secondly, I have written a letter and sent it to First Lady Laura Bush and asked her to bring it to my grandmother, and tell her that she believes that the message is indeed from me. I would appreciate it very much if you would ask my Uncle Lee to go to Mrs. Bush and ask her to bring the letter to my grandmother. If he really wants to show that he still cares, that he still has some feelings for me this would be the one thing that he could do that would give me hope. I have also asked for another very special favor from Mrs. Bush. She will know what it is. It involves fragments. If Uncle Lee was to also ask her if she could give me that very special gift I would be grateful.
I do not want to trouble you too long. Mr. & Mrs Polley spend far too much time trying to help me. They have many other very important things to do. So I will only be sending this letter to you, and it will be publlished in their magazine so people will know I sent it and asked you for help.
Mr. Polley keeps telling me to tell people that I only want the truth. Once I have that I can be free, and my pain will end. When my mother speaks the truth I can let go of her and find the only peace I can have. But I never can until that happens. If she does not, no matter how long it takes I will have to suffer until I can confront her and end it. So you can understand how desperately I want the truth. I have no hope without it. I ask the people of Florida to help me get it, so my pain will end.

Mrs. Bush has abandoned me. I wish very much to have somebody to talk to, somebody that will tell everyone what is happening to me besides The Polleys, someone that believes in me and will ask people to help me. Could you be that someone?

Channeled Through Speaker Gerald Polley
Embassy Of The Kingdoms Of God
1013 1/2 N 3rd St.
Bismarck, ND 58501

Toby Higgins liked working in the livery. He liked the horses and the horses liked him, and the customers were usually generous. But he didn't like holding a towel over the mare's head while the doctor stitched up the wound in her rump. The doctor had been working for some time when Toby heard the main door creak open. But he didn't see anybody come in.
"Come on in!" the doctor cried. "If this was your handiwork young man, I don't much appreciate it!"
A man walked into the light of the lanterns that the doctor had hung so he could see his work. "Wasn't shooting at the horse," the man remarked, "was shooting at the rider. But he turned at the last moment. Who does this horse belong to?"
"Arthur Copeland," the doctor answered. "What business you got with him?"
"I intend to kill him!" the man answered. He killed two people on the stage. Would've killed more if I hadn't got there first and sent him and his friends running! Was the blonde haired boy related to him?"
"Was?" the doctor asked.
"Yes," the man answered. "The stage will be bringing in his body.