I hope you are looking for my letter. I would be delighted if it arrives today so you could deliver it tomorrow, because tomorrow is Mr. Polley's birthday, and it would be the most joyous birthday present in the world to him if you were to help me. That would be the best birthday that he ever had, and that would please me. So if it does come today please let everybody know you got it and make arrangements to take it to my grandfather tomorrow. I am asked why I adore Mr. Polley so much, when I should be terrified of him. Because according to the rules as soon as he found me he should've destroyed me. Well, that's one very good reason, he didn't! And he has been exceptionally kind to me. They have every right to simply tell me to do things, come to me and say "Caylee, go do this right now!" But they never do. They come and say "Caylee, we've got a real problem, something you might be able to help us with because of your circumstances. Would you come and see if you could help?" I'm never told to do anything, I'm always asked. That is creating a real problem, something that is really bothering me. I asked someone else's advice on it but she abandoned me, and I'd like to ask my grandfather. If you take my letter to him maybe you could ask him this, too. I am being treated very, very special. The rules seem to have been thrown away for me. According to the rules I should have been offered help and then told in order to receive it I would have to surrender my free will, and be totally obedient for a hundred years. Then those helping me would help me rebuild my soul so I would have eternal life. Mr. Polley has never done this. He has never taken my free will. Those who are caring for me, those around me who gave their free will and have been obedient for many, many years fulfilling their bargain, are a little bit jealous. They don't say it, they never critisize me but you can tell they're hurt. It really bothers me, and I really don't know what I should do. Should I go to Mr. Polley and say "It isn't right that you treat me special. I know you would never harm me in any way. I don't think it's fair to others that you have not taken my free will and I think you should take it. Treat me exactly like you treat others in my position. Everybody else did what they had to do, fulfilled their promises and earned eternal life. I don't think it's fair to them for me to be treated special no matter how bad the things that happened to me." Would you give me your advice on this matter? I'm going to send this message to other people too, and ask them to answer. It's very hard to know you're hurting people that are being so kind to you, that are being hurt to keep others from hurting you. Maybe it's a silly thing, maybe I should just appreciate how special I'm being treated and not worry about it. But it isn't right! It isn't fair to others. Maybe it's because I've never been an adult that I think this way, and maybe if some adults told me what they think on the matter I could understand it better. Mrs. Polley says I shouldn't worry about it. But I think she's too involved. She already adores me, and I don't think she can give a fair answer. Maybe my grandfather would be the same. Maybe in this situation I need people that aren't close to me. So I am in hopes that a whole bunch of people will answer and give me their opinion.
On another matter people are asking who is it that Mr. Polley's people would like to destroy? Well, I can give you some examples; Mr. Bin Laden and his associates for one. God would like Mr. Polley to get ahold of them and dispense justice to them very quickly, send them all to eternal death if they don't get their cooperation. And these guys in Afghanistan that are pouring acid on little girls because they're going to school. Mr. Polley wants them big time! He wants to have absolute authority over what happens to them and their families. He wants to make a real good example of them, and God backs him. People like that, people that do bad things like these people are doing, people that teach hate, teach their children to kill the innocent, to hurt the innocent, that kind of people.
The demons came and fought us last night and said something horrible. They said they'd made room for me and my sisters in Los Angeles. We didn't know what they meant. Then Mrs. Polley found a news story where a man had murdered his whole family because he'd lost his job. We checked on it. The family is safe. They're all comfortable in The Afterlife. The father, unfortunately could not be saved. He suffered eternal death. We're quite sure this is what the creatures of Darkness were bragging about. You cannot understand such filth! You cannot understand such brutality! Mr. Polley is harsh but he would never hurt little children. I can't understand why people don't like him.
If our email is a little bit late this morning it's because our internet provider went down last night and we don't have any back up. Mr. Polley would like to have a computer that would work on dial up and have a dial up service as back up. But we can barely afford to pay for the cable service, which is indespensible, and we have two computers that are virtually useless. Though they were able to play "Casper And Wendy" for me on the oldest one, but it was acting up. Many of the DVDs won't play in it. We were lucky that one did. It is so tragic that that man in Hollywood lured away Mr. and Mrs. Polley's friends that were computer experts and got them to commit suicide with him. How can people do such things? How can someone convince them that if they kill themselves aliens are going to take them up to a space ship and take them to another world? How can anyone compare Mr. Polley to that? Mr. Polley teaches clearly that people must not kill themselves, unless for very good reasons, not for something like that! I simply don't understand! I wish some other computer experts would come and work with Mr. Polley. Mrs. Polley needs the help.