When Caylee's story broke in 2008, I was a frequent poster and scoured all the document dumps, tried to piece them together, discussed them at length on this site. One thread was something about premonitions or psychics (or something like that). One of the discussions on the thread had to do with what we had experienced, if anything, related to Caylee and psychic phenomena. I am paraphrasing here, it's been a while.
Anyway, I posted a comment that some people thought was ridiculous and some of them shot back some retorts about it and I didn't post for a long time after that. I'm one of those sensitive souls. Let me assure you that I've never called myself psychic or a psychic. I do think, though, that things happen sometimes that are not fully explainable - things attributed to God, spirits, kismet, karma, guided luck, spirituality, deja vu, and the like. I've always had a little something, not sure what to call it. For instance, I dreamed my husband's dreams. He would wake up and tell me his dream and it would be the same dream I had. I could push my thoughts out to him (before cell phones) and try to get him to call home. He'd get mad at me because he'd be working on a job and have to go call me. I have lots of deja vu, lots of it. Some visions that really look like cut scenes, so brief, but they often turn out to be precise. Sometimes, yes, plain wrong, but not usually. Scientists say that energy is never destroyed, that it is simply transformed from one state to another, transferred from one place to another. That makes sense to me. Call it what you will.
Back to Caylee. Around the time that LP was looking for Caylee in Jay Blanchard Park and others (TM?) were searching around the airport, I saw Caylee in the twilight of a dream. She was standing behind a large tree so I could not see all her body. She had a little half smile on her face like she wanted to speak to me but was afraid to do so. She was peeking out from behind that tree holding a blanket. In my vision, I saw a flash of pink and believed it to be the color of her blanket or something she was holding. It happened so quickly.
I tried to reach out to her like I used to do with my husband. I pushed out the question - Caylee, Caylee, where are you, Caylee. Finally she answered, "I'm here, by the tree." What tree, Caylee, what tree I wanted to know. And she answered again.
The tree with the sunshine on it, she "said."
She looked puzzled to me. Not particularly frightened, just anxious yet with a half smile on her lips. In my mind I saw the tops of many trees and different types, all jumbled together and Caylee standing behind the "one with the sunshine on it." Then the vision was gone.
I hope you don't judge me too harshly. I'm just saying what I experienced. I think of it and wonder about it now and then.
People boo-hooed me because they said "how helpful was that" and things like that that indicated I had posted a rather stupid post. I was really embarrassed and am still embarrassed to share this again. But in my mind, if a little girl not yet three was asked where she was and she didn't know where she was, what would she reply? That she's in the 8900 block of Surburban Drive in Orlando, Florida?
Anyway, this story about the lightening reminded me of my experience, whatever it was and whatever you want to call it. I'm no psychic, no one special. Caylee is special and I do believe she is telling the world where she was that day and that she is still with us in her own way.