To have what you have felt your whole life come to life and grow into a movement, to find out that you are not alone. To learn that you were right to trust your intuition and spiritual ear, even though all visible reality screamed at you that you were a fool.

This you have given us,

The gift of Hope.

Thank you, Father God.

Thank you, Q.

Thank you, Mr. Donald Trump.

Thank you for taking on this mantle in our hour of need.

Thank you that I might dare hope for a bright future again, where truth and light are spoken in place of vile double meanings and forked tongues.

To all of Q team, POTUS, all agents of light working at every level of operation in this monstrous and Herculean task:

The world, both seen and unseen, known and unknown, thanks you.

Never give in, never give up.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!

I know I will, as I have always done.

But now with hope,

With momentum,

With the promise of a bright dawn.

Onward, ever upward Patriots, in ever growing love and power until we see our Creator face to face and hear,

"Well done, good and faithful servant."