One woman’s Vision of President Trump and the battle he has been and is undertaking

Vision of Donald J Trump, July 4th, 2019

By Aja Dematerra

On the top of a stormy mountain, a tall, powerful man stands with a sword in his upraised hands. He wears long, blue robes. The man stands on the top of the mountain he has climbed to be near the heavenly forces, for he will need them for what he is about to do.

A cold, wet, wind blows through his hair and robes. His face is swollen, covered in sweat, his eyes fiercely focused on the tip of the upraised sword he holds in his unbearably strong hands. In the wind his robe streams with waves of radiant blue light. The threads of his robe are woven from the countless connections he has made with all the People of the world. People with whom he has made a great promise. A promise to unite the world through peace and prosperity for all.

The man has been led by the heavenly forces to be in such a position as to make this great promise to countless people. He will not break his word with God or them. He knows God and the People are the reason he is so powerful. He loves being powerful. He loves being able to do great things. Things that make everything good where they have not been good. To fulfill this promise he must first wield a deadly blow to a mysterious evil wrapping its dark body around the world and squeezing tight.

The man will kill the evil black snake that has been feeding off of Gaia and the People for thousands of years. The man has lured the black snake to this high place. The black snake is so long. Its body circles the mountain and its tail drags along its sides. The snake is swimming in its own strange, dark liquids as if carrying its own strange, dark river wherever it goes. It is gurgling at his feet as if hissing in a malevolent language. The man feels all his human emotions at facing this snake. This ugly, tormented and tormenting black snake that has swallowed millions of people and wants to swallow all, wants to swallow the earth itself. His hands shake, sweat runs down his face, and his eyes burn. He feels fury, anger, hatred, rage, sorrow and grief. But the man knows he must still his mind and his heart to do what he must do. He knows his human side must be gone when it is time to drop the sword straight into the snake’s flesh. He becomes calm. He becomes the God inside the People and the God inside of God. The man plunges the sword down into the snake with so much love. So much love of life, love of beauty, love of goodness. Love for the end of the suffering that he seeks for all. The snake is tough and hard and thick and filled with strange, dark blood. He plunges the sword deeper and deeper through the snake, and the snake bleeds into its dark, oily river. The river begins to bleed into the mountain, and for the earth this is bliss, for Gaia knows this is the end of her and her children’s suffering. Still, the man is not done, the cut is not complete, there is more and more flesh the sword must fall through. The man feels tired. He is so weary of this snake. He wonders if he can fulfill his promise to cut through all its evil.

Suddenly he hears around him the whisperings of countless voices rising. Like angels surging out of rocks and soil, angels rushing out of his streaming, radiant blue robes. The voices crowd around him on the cold, empty, windy mountaintop. “The snake’s heartbeat has stopped!” the voices call to him joyfully. The man hears them and feels his powers return. His sword cuts through the rest of the snake and at last it is done, it is complete.

As soon as the snake is cut in two, another sound rises. It is a breathtaking sound of chains turning to dust, a soft, rushing sound of countless shackles being unlocked. Then there is heard a music that has never been heard before. It too rises from the rocks, the soil, the man’s radiant blue robes. It rises from somewhere deep inside the mountain and envelops them all. And the man falls to his knees, dropping the sword, and begins to weep…