I have written another letter to grandmother. I sent it first to First Lady Laura Bush and asked her to deliver it to grandmother. But she refused, and has abandoned me because Mr. Polley won't do things with boys, and tells people that God forbids it. So I have asked his friend Mr. Kevin, at KROQ in Los Angeles to get a copy of the letter that is signed by Mr. Polley so it will have God's power, and bring it to grandmother. It tells grandmother what I want her to do in order to save me. You won't like it, but it is what is needed for me to survive. I ask you to get permission to call Mr. Kevin and ask him to bring the letter so that he will also bring the incredible power that the people of Los Angeles generate for God's servants and add it to the power that the people of Orlando are giving me, so Mr. Polley would be able to help me. If grandmother gets the letter and does what I ask her to do, then I will ask her to give me what I need to survive, though it will hurt me terribly to receive it. Mr. Polley says for the first two or three days I may wish he had simply destroyed me, but it is the only chance I have for eternal life, the only chance he has of restoring my soul. I want to survive, I want eternal life. The more I am with Mr. & Mrs. Polley and find out what people are really supposed to be the more I want to stay and be part of it. If he can restore my soul there is a possibility that I can become Mr. Polley's real daughter, his real child. And that is my total focus right now, holding onto that dream, holding onto that hope is the only thing that keeps me going. Everybody keeps telling me to fight, not to give up, not to walk willingly into the night. I'm trying, but I cannot struggle alone. I have to have nurturing, I have to have caring, and I have to have it from you. Without it I will not survive.
Can you imagine, mother, Mrs. Polley sacrifices things that she wants to do for me. She gives up the pleasures that she enjoys to keep me comfortable, to make me feel better, to make me laugh and keep me happy so I forget the pain for a little while, so I don't want to cry all the time. Can you imagine that, mother? She gives up things that she wants to do for me. I am more important to her. Can you believe there are people like that, people that will give so much for others? God even helps me! He lets me send messages to people, telling them what He wants them to do. I help Mr. Polley so it isn't so hard on him to deliver God's messages. I hope that some of these messages will give my existence meaning, that it will be said "Well, despite everything Caylee did some good. Caylee helped many. Her final moments were worthwile." That would give me something, mother, but I want a lot more. I want eternal life. I want to live forever. And I really want you to. I don't want to destroy you. I want you to accept your responsibilities, speak the truth, and some day meet me in The Afterlife and say "We didn't do very good, did we, kid? But let's go somewhere and start all over again and get it right this time." You do not know what it would mean to me, mother, if I was to have the opportunity to say "Let's go! Let's go to the stars! Let's do it there!"
I don't want to see you die forever, and I don't want to follow after you. I would much rather there be something else for both of us. But you have to help, mother, even if it hurts you. You have to help. If you don't we're both lost. You may get out, you may walk the streets, you may have boyfriends, but you will always know that justice is waiting, and no matter how long you live it will come. I don't want you to do anything bad, I just want you to tell the truth. If you tell the truth you set me free, no matter how much the truth hurts, no matter how much it will cost you, the truth will give you eternal life, and it is the only thing that will. If you go free it will destroy you. That's all I'm asking for, mother, the truth. I know the truth is something very hard for you. I know you wish to avoid it, but it is the only thing that will save you, it is the only hope you have. Grandmother's letter tells you what you need to do to save me. It is my only hope. Please, please ask that it be brought to her? Please?
I have stolen the ability to communicate as an adult. I have never been an adult. I am a true child. My lifetime with you was only the second one I have ever had. The first one I lived only a few hours. Mr. Polley says I've had the worst luck of any new soul that he's ever seen, and he wants to make it better. He's breaking all the rules for me, making all of my friends very jealous and hurt because I'm getting so many privileges. But they want me to survive just as much as anyone else. Please, mother? Please help me? I won't ask you in the name of God because I know you have no God. But I ask you as your child to help me.
Mrs. Polley has made a video with me talking to people. I will ask her to make another one today with this same message, a lot shorter of course. It is hard for her to talk for people. She doesn't have that skill very well, but she has plenty of others. She saw the demon that was attacking the little girl that came here for protection, and helped Mr. Polley destroy it. They can do so very much. I want them to do for me. They can with your help.

I would like to send a hard copy of this letter to my mother at the jail. Could someone please tell Mr. & Mrs. Polley the correct address so they could mail it for me? I would be very grateful. Caylee

You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war. ( Albert Einstein, )