Missing persons in your neighborhood

“Missing persons could be just next door.” This statement by Monica Caison in a CNN Op-Ed tells the underlying theme of the three missing women found in Cleveland, Ohio by neighbors who responded to a cry for help.  

Caison says in her article “We live in a world filled with powerful technology that has enabled us to communicate faster and better, yet we seem to lack the simple face-to-face meeting that must take place when searching for clues and information in any type of investigation.”

I’ve read dozens of articles and viewed hundreds of photos to prepare this post, but Caison says it best. Other missing persons may be out there, just next door, waiting for freedom. Be proactive. Form a Neighborhood Watch in cooperation with your local law enforcement agency. 

 

Read Caison's May 10, 2013 article here:  CNN Monica Caisson 

 

Ethan rescued – Jimmy Lee Dykes is dead

This blog is dedicated to abducted or missing children. I always seem to know if the child will die and often the cause of death long before it is disclosed. So, why did I wait until Ethan was rescued, and Jimmy Lee Dykes, his kidnapper was dead before I posted this blog?

Instinct, maybe ESP, mixed with caution and common sense warned me not to blog anything that could be reblogged or commented on during this tense week. If I had told the truth—that Ethan would be rescued and Dykes would die today—no one would have believed me. What is the truth?

In prayer and meditation during this standoff, I received the answer like telepathy from Mr. Dykes (Do I believe in telepathy? I’m a skeptic, but that didn’t prevent it from happening). In spite of authorities who kept assuring Dykes that it could have happened to anyone, I understood that he preplanned the kidnapping of a young, defenseless child. When the bus driver, Charles Albert Poland, intervened, Dykes killed him—something he had also contemplated in advance.

I prayed and called on angels to surround Ethan (Were they there? We can’t see them, so unless Ethan felt their presence, we may never know). I puttered around my kitchen yesterday evening, speaking to Mr. Dykes holed up in the bunker near Midland City, Alabama. I told him I’m a lady in California, a former southerner, who has driven Highway 231 in a search for Civil War ancestors.  I suspected he could relate to that massive anti-government conflict. After asking him to let Ethan go, I felt his resistance. So I told him a secret I had kept for a week. “Mr. Dykes," I said, “If you don’t let Ethan go by tomorrow afternoon, he will be rescued. When that happens, your life will be over.”

Do I believe Jimmy Lee Dykes heard me? Maybe, maybe not, but it couldn’t be a coincidence that he died like I told him.