Dear RM Agents and Readers,

I had a dream and as I have had such a difficult time holding onto the hope that indeed many of the patriots will have our wishes and hopes realized with the return of the Trump presidency (return of the King went through my mind), I find it interesting.

It was very simple, I heard the voices of patriots and the chants became louder and louder, this was by the school I once went to, the closest school I live by that I attended. It was outside in bleachers and I walked up these stairs, there are many in reality and used to walk them when I was pregnant with my first child every day. There used to be bars on the windows in my school but this was outside, I say once again!:)

Here at this photo will show you the stairs, very vertical and more stairs than in the photo:
https://www.facebook.com/helpermayorcandidate/videos/helper-community-we-continue-to-hit-it-out-of-the-park-this-week-was-amazing-wit/192537504613239/

I haven't spoke of President Trump much; I suppose I believe no matter what, each and everyone of us should be doing our part to help create a new future of independence and freedom. I think it is unfair and unjust to place this onto one man. Yet, I do think we as a whole are strong enough to push back on these bastards (excuse my french) to put them back into the hell they came from. Also having President Trump, General Flynn, those loyal to the Patriots in the military on our side, feels pretty good!!!:)

Back to the dream:

I was walking towards the chanting of the many people and could not hold back my exhilaration of the fact this was so close and seemed so very real! It was what I would call a lucid dream and seemed as though I was there. I didn't see any faces I knew, it was just what I heard, the heart beats, the chants, the enthusiasm
that took me to the brink and let me know something was just beginning to bubble to the surface, is almost upon us!!!

When I attended Helper Junior High we had bars on the windows and we were considered "bad-asses", not that I was at the time, but it was a school that was feared by others. My principal was my fathers principal and had been a gang member at one time, Crocco; think-- a bunch of Italians with an attitude. Yet, when no one was looking we were taking care of our own, looking our for the eledrly, the young and animals, it is what it is, what can I say.

Right now I will hold to this about the President Trump's Return:):), because I need to, up to you, what you take from my dream.

Many Blessings,
CrystalRiver

PS I was doing a hurried post this morning attempting to do canning and post, if it seems like I missed a bit, I did:) Apologies!