Hello Friends.

Well, it’s been a while hasn’t it?

You haven’t bailed out on Me, have you?

You know I would never forgive you if you did.

What Am I supposed to do if you take off on Me?

Are you going to leave Me here to figure this all out on My own?

What if I needed you or something you had to say or offer? Do I just go without?

What if I really need it. I didn’t think you were allowed to bail on Me.

Alright. 

Enough of the funnies.

I let the site go for a couple of months that was unscheduled.

There was a spate of, of…harassment I suppose for lack of a better word. Not word but feeling; something that describes the feeling. The feeling at the time. Something more like exasperation.

The keyboard had been hacked. The website was hacked shortly thereafter. And I still don’t know what may have been edited or deleted. I have to look it over carefully. Fortunately it’s not the old site.

Police were not calling back. Again. Neither were any supervisors.

I got back from My kidnapping scandal and had began negotiations with an attorney for the Sheriff who illegally detained Me. According to Me. I thought it was going well but after two or three months of talking back and forth, they decided that they would go ahead and turn down My offer to settle. I was shocked. I didn’t think they had anywhere to go. I asked him what she planned to do when I got her to court. The answer to that question will be part of a future podcast.

And then on a personal level, there was a bit of a disappointment. A friend–or someone who was a prospective friend; actually a potentially good one–turned out not to be so but worse was found to be actually working against the agency and Myself. I’m a tough cookie. You have no idea. I could go on and on about the 100,000 miles on foot and 22 years in forced homelessness and the endurance to run through Mexico, Orlando, Phoenix, San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Oakland to save My life or the 17 hour workdays in Phoenix as a window washer canvassing door to door for clients in the hottest weather in the world–but this particular setback happened at a time when I was already wobbling from being in the ring boxing for too many rounds. And it was getting ugly. I had already started missing the updates for the DS and other chores. Finishing “Traffic ME?!” Part5 was a big relief but also something just done.

So when I finally got the news, I felt like I was the “good guy” or naive one, somehow. And that isn’t anything to be. Occultists intentionally target the naive and the helpful and the isolated. I don’t intend to be naive or overly “available” to anyone. I’m not. I’m busy. But if I think you’re an asset I’ll try to nurture that relationship. So being isolated and available and helpful is construed as “sucker’ or potential sucker. Add the fact that I don’t have psychotronics to read minds whereas other people do–even high school kids show it off on their walk past Me to school–and you have a recipe for exploitation waiting for the right moment to germinate.

And so I backed away from the table and I said, “I don’t want to do this anymore. And I don’t want to be this anymore.” And I almost cried because the words were so awquard and so…improvised or unexpected coming out of My mouth that I surprised Myself with My own candor and feelings.

And so I did. I decided to walk away for a bit.

And I still Am, to be honest.

Does that mean that Sovrumano is dead? No.

The blacks and others are eager to say so and they’ve been saying things like this for nearly 4 of the 5 years that Sov has been alive. And yet Sov continues to grow and do breakthrough work and they continue to do nothing but cause problems. They have no value or GDP. Yet they think of themselves as a priority even over Christ. They are not. They are learning egomania from occultists and declaring “I didn’t want to see Him doing _____ .” as if someone is honestly expected to mind what this black man just said. The nigger honestly has a list of do’s and don’ts for stalking victims. Things he doesn’t want to see you doing as he stalks you. He doesn’t want to see you engaging in certain activities. That might make him jealous. And that might upset him. And you are a Mes-can and Mes-cans ain’t supposed to be upsetting ow pee-pole.

Someone observing Me says I appear to be clinically depressed. That’s opposed to the episodic depression or self-hypnotized variety that you commonly see with young adults experiencing angst having learned how the world actually works or their vulnerability or what society might want of them. I’ve had some bouts of depression as a young man growing up but nothing that serious. More comical and intoxicated and wasted (cue the Alice in Chains music) as I stand in front of a speaker in the “privacy” of My own home singing at the top of My lungs. Good Lord.

So for the time being the site will be updated but it might be a bit sporadic. Don’t lose faith or anything. I Am human. I get cut, I bleed. I walk 100,000 miles My hips and knees get worn. But you know what? They haven’t given out on Me yet. People fail to know and thus don’t appreciate how far I’ve had to go to get where I Am. It’s too much to convey here. But it’s a full-time job just putting up with the nomenclature that the police have choreographed here in L.A. I could be walking down the street and appear to be alone when the reality is that someone is touching Me on the genitals or forcing a bowel movement. But you can’t see the tech that does this but I Am fighting it constantly.

And there is no support whatsoever. Not economic. Not social. Not fraternal. No contacts with anyone professionally or otherwise and this is My what…? 22nd year in this situation? I used to go out 5 nights a week. Literally. I made good money off and on back there somewhere.

So people get the idea that “that’s what He does, I guess.”

No, that’s not “what I do”. I don’t live in a tent fighting with police and publishing material fit for the NYT Bestseller list with breakthroughs in game theory, anthropology, biblical studies, sociology free of charge as a gift to any passersby because I’m desperate for friends or someone’s approval. That’s not it at all.

I do what I do to demonstrate what the agency is capable of and so that people have a rough idea of what I can do and what I don’t do or don’t do yet. I never intended to publish as much as I have free of charge but got carried away and thought that the police surely would have let Me go by now. I’m worth a fortune to many people all over the world. But they don’t give a fuck about that they only care about keeping what they’ve stolen from Me and making money off of it as well as My death.

So…fuck it.

What about all of those people out there? Are you just going to abandon them?

No. I cannot do that and I won’t. My tasks are so big in scale they defy reason and they animate Me against My will. I love what I do and can’t imagine doing anything else but to say that the joy has been taken out of it somehow wouldn’t be an exaggeration. I hate to say that; I don’t want anyone thinking I’m on stage to give a talk and really don’t want to be there. That’s not Me whatsoever and I wouldn’t do a program like that. But we are skating dangerously close to it once in a while and I couldn’t imagine ever feeling like that. Starting Sov was the joy of My life and the roller-coaster ride of My life and maybe yours too for a while there! Were we chugging along there for a bit? Man, you had to be there for about 18 months or so. I think I caught the whole world’s attention with My work and I Am humbled and proud to be able to do what I do.

I will let you go now and keep you posted. Because this is an undeniable pivot point and an unplanned one in Sov’s trajectory and relationship to the market, there will probably be a podcast to quickly go over what was just said. The reason is that the devil-worshipping idiots of this world are eager to sell lies and take credit for anything that they can. They don’t care if it’s not true. They may not be lying for their street cred but just to deceive people for the hell of it. Either way, I need to make a post or two somewhere just to keep the record straight and free of their disinformation that will creep into the history books just as surely as My name is Christ Titus.

In the meantime, don’t fret. Don’t worry. We are going to be okay. I lament that Trailer Park Clans follow Me more closely than the Church does. If you asked a clansman about what I’ve published over the last six months, he is more familar with it than the average pastor I guarantee you. And if I should fall tonight and the website should disappear they will have the most information and copies of material, I’m certain. That means that they know what everyone should be working on according to Sovrumano but the average Church does not.

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