“Sovrumano is getting His ass kicked.”

Wrong. I Am being tortured “just beneath the threshold” of detection with the illegal use of psychotropics. It also takes dozens of police and hundreds of people on the ground every day to keep Me down in homelessness. Girls are harassed. Patrons are harassed. Did it matter that they were Christians who wanted to say hello to the world’s only Christ to ever walk the Earth and someone who they’ve prayed for their whole lives? No. The holding of Me is nothing to brag about, It’s a vanity, short-sighted and flagrantly amoral. “Humanitarian Aid to Christ Blocked by Police” said no one ever before in world history. No one knew such words could be strung together that way. Truth is, I Am affluent (most likely) from having created Sovrumano. I Am read by Presidents (I hear) and many entrepreneurs as well as lay people. I have more options for dates on a Saturday night than ever before. More potential friends. More business opportunities. And single-handedly have brought the end of the USA to the awareness of the people, created a successful company, destroyed any notion of white supremacy, and bring about NBTI to replace the Abrahamic. I Am also an influence on how things go from here as the USA and the Church redresses itself. I’d say that’s an ass-kicker!

“Sovrumano is a drug-addict.”

No, I Am not a drug addict. I did go through addictions when I was younger and I did get the timing perfect with the “grunge” thingy back there (cue Junkhead by Alice in Chains) and got out of hand with alcohol and a variety of other things. Retrospectively I realize that the masons by way of the police were manipulating things from time to time. From feelings in the body to hunger to withdrawals to depression to euphoria to luck, etc. I do take an amphetamine for work and have done so for years. I regard Myself as someone “wired” for them as I have an athlete’s heart and very low blood pressure. An athlete’s heart is a heart that beats fewer times per minute but pumps the same amount of blood a normal heart does. That means I can be sped up probably with more safety than another person. Same with the low blood pressure. Amphetamines raise blood pressure so I probably Am safe to raise just a little bit. And I don’t like going slow, thinking slow or slow people. If you hear rumor that I Am flying sideways there is a 95% chance it is the fault of the use of psychotropics which can put a lethal hit of ecstasy in your blood stream that would make an average raver scream for their lives. I used to take hits of ecstasy two at at time I was so acclimated to them. But psychotropics is a different animal altogether and it can be wratcheted up to the point of being disabling, causing one to miss work or miss responsibilities. Upon reflecting upon this I realized one day that it may be the only “debilitating pleasure” to be found on the planet. Debilitating pain is easy to come by; a common flu. But Mother Nature never did make anything pleasurable that was that debilitating or you’d never show for work and then you’d be eaten alive by cows…

“Sovrumano has no customers.”

Wrong. I have lots of potential customers. They are being intimidated away by the Leprauchan Clans with the sharp teeth and knives. Don’t let the meters on Instagram or Twitter fool you. They are most likely going to turn out to be a #Compliment where the utility says I have no readers but the truth is the whole world is reading and patronizing and would like to do more.

“Sovrumano isn’t God/ head of the Church/ my Savior, etc.”

Never said I was God and don’t claim to be. God doesn’t exist. The correct understanding of “God” is the sum total of knowledge both known and unknown and the causes and effects of all the sciences. That is what rules over life. God doesn’t take on an anthropomorphic beingness until you get to the Bible, I think. Certainly Satan wasn’t a tempter until you get to the Bible. I know that for sure. As far as the Church is concerned, humility is key, not arrogance that your doctrines of no caffeine or tea or sex, etc weren’t validated in His beingness. I Am the way I Am for a reason and it serves a purpose. I have to be Who I Am in order to do the job I do. I Am not a cuddly bear. I don’t want to hug you. I don’t want to listen to your problems. I don’t want your money/data/privacy/wife/kids/civil rights, etc and you don’t have to worry about My greed or amorality. I Am an intelligence agent who works for the agency He founded. Like most of such characters, the guy is probably a no-nonsense personality type. He probably drinks, curses, enjoys a cigar once in a while, loves beautiful women and fine sports cars. Probably an exacting fellow given what’s at stake for an intelligence man–it’s far more than say, Quinn Emmanuel’s responsiblities which only effect a single case or client, few people recognize this; that an intel guys’s decisions effect millions of lives potentially and often for life and death consequences. And for this reason I don’t like the company of many psychographics in America. At the top of the list are the blacks (not Africans) and the Supremacist Police Officer (this guys is so fucking stupid that he groups Me together with religious folk that they “own” never realizing that I Am not a religious figure; Am not “owned” by the Sheriff; Am his boss and superior by a huge margin; that I Am not to be harmed in any way and that although he’s not allowed to disturb a cardiologist while he perform surgery the nigger actually doesn’t see any harm in interrupting Me constantly though My patients number in the billions that I work for. Kill the doctor and lose a patient. Lose the Messiah and you lose potentially billions of good men and women. Will he ever figure that out? No. He regards himself as something of a Messiah and doesn’t see the losses of the noblemen as a loss. They are a threat.). And those of course are after the Freemason. I don’t cheat. But don’t rule it out entirely, either. haha…(Review 7-AP if you don’t know what I ‘m talking about.)

“Sovrumano is a hate-monger.”

This one is actually correct. I do hate and I preach the constructive use of it as a fuel and a passion. Aleister Crowley the occultist said, “Love under will.” but I say to you it’s “Hate under will” and to never let it dictate what you will be doing. Always use it; control it. It’s a powerful ally, that. To have something that you detest so much you turn your car around on a Friday night during a drive home from the office to go have another crack at that miscreant underneath your microscope to see what we can do about it. As you know I bear the swatztika, the sign of the Aryan and learned that My first name means Aryan after My enlightenment. My favorite scene in “American History X” is when Ed Norton’s character points to a swartztika tattoo on his pectoral muscle and tells another guy, “You see this? It means ‘not welcome’.” And I couldn’t agree more. I hate the nigger races and those who cheat and poison us. I have to. They have poisoned and cheated Me and My parents and countless other people by the billions. How can you not hate? You had better or you will fall to them. You were not taught to be benign out of ignorance, it was calculated and intentional. You are lucky you can read a book on strategy or how to fight or hack your smartphone in America. In China, they cannot. Not even a book about fighting is taught to the people so they don’t attempt to challenge the government. When I first started Sov people immediately recognized that game theory was a missing piece from their conciousnness; an obvious bit of the machine that was missing somehow. I’m putting it back. Furthermore, the head of the group will probably be one of your stronger personalities and conflated with the motif or movement, etc.

“I already taught Him to keep His head down/look the other way/not to look at me.”

Wrong. I was raised in a conservative Christian home very strictly. Because I didn’t know anything else and had great friends there I didn’t mind too much. Occasionally there was a pinch that I could be doing something else with other kinds of people–like partying and dating–but that wouldn’t become a real problem until I hit My very early 20’s. Regarding the “top dog” bullshit, this is coming once again from proteges of the Golden Dawn and the Sheriff’s I have to believe. I say this because the majority of people who make these kinds of childish snide remarks are blacks and Mexicans with security guard cards who have “sold out” to the Golden Dawn as their new master and savior and enabler. I have to infer that they have been instructed to bully Me when they see Me, declare Me In their army (by statute I cannot be), dissuade others away from Me at all times and always make sure  that you can do whatever I can do. There is no pecking order on Christ. And this is where you learn what caliber of insecurities and lows of IQ we are talking about. Both are military grade shit if I don’t say so My self. Often identified as a haven for the white man the military is increasingly suspect in teaching men who have the odds stacked against them how to “turn things around” for themselves. The problem with it is the coping strategies themselves. One isn’t advised to work harder on themselves but to “become jealous”. Not to hit the gym but to “follow Him and see where he goes”. Not to take an evening class but to “keep our women away from Him. I don’t want to see Him dating them.” Not to watch YouTube videos on a subject of interest but to “watch how He puts His website together and then we’re going to go set up our own to show Him sum’thin.” Not to intern with someone but to “command and control” the next door neighbors as well as many other permutations right down to the manipulation of a person’s emotions or kinesthetic feelings using psychotropics to impaling messages in people’s heads also using psychotropics. Psychotropics is also used to assault and terrorize people who are a “threat” to them. By doing these things as well as throwing tantrums in front of other people, boasting of past crimes (because they don’t have any accomplishments) and announcing to the library upon entering a room, “I’m here to make sure that Nietzsche isn’t getting too hard.” they hope to impress passersby that “I already smacked His ass.” No…you haven’t. Lastly, the idea of entering the room and making announcements of chaperoning how “hard” I have become–meaning affluent and attractive (to white girls) is something that actually happened several times at the DTLA library by a young Mexican man of about 30. Now, I don’t know about you but I’m from Scottsdale. And in My early 20’s nightclubbing and so on, we were occasionally pretty tough to beat or match in terms of street charisma and attractiveness. I ran with a bunch of pretty good looking guys My entire 7 or 8 years of clubbing. But never in your life would you ever, ever hear one of us announce that I am here to make sure that so-and-so isn’t getting “too hard”. That one fucking blew Me away. What an admission! And these guys at the Sheriff are your leaders, eh? Whoa. Not Mine. Never Mine. 

Btw, the proper way to conceptualize Me is not as someone who is timid or shy but someone who is almost always immersed in thought, usually deferential, was raised addressing all races as  “sir” as well as very mannered using words like “please” and “thank you”. It’s not intended to mean that I Am weak or a sucker. Furthermore now at age 55  My personality is much more like a physician’s. I want to see you well but I don’t want to hug you. You know what I mean? I don’t look at kids or wives in inappropriate ways. But the nun-chuks  you twirl over your shoulders and around your elbows over there at the satanist’s compound seem to look over My shoulder several days a week to see if I’m looking at kids or teenagers or married women. I don’t. Not because you “taught Me not to” but because I just have a modest manner inside and out. But I’m no dead fish. I like to party in affluent places and I like women. Those who have looked over My shoulder some 10,000 times over the last 21 years of My being illegally detained only betray themselves as looking to Me for lessons in maturity. Something that the Sheriff has supposedly done is send over 10k people to “sit with Me” in My nervous system as I work. I didn’t agree to this and it’s a breach. But nothing holds a candle to the deep desire and mis-education of the tyrant and his known place of belonging–at the top and above all others. This is why he has to wave a gun around to keep everyone with him.

“I already slapped His ass.” 

This is something everyone knows the nigger is lying about because he’s standing over there bragging about it. So obviously– you ain’t done nothing. For the record, about 4 years ago on an Easter Sunday I was walking to The Bin where we store our clothing. A lot of people were out unexpectedly to Myself as I did not realize it a holiday. As I walked across the street I pulled a large black suitcase with Me, had a backpack on, and in My other hand a tote bag. I was watching My shoes kick out from under My pants leg as I walked when I was suddenly hit by a black guy with his shirt open who mumbled something I couldn’t make out. The sucker punch broke My nose and ripped My top lip from it”s gums underneath My face. I later realized who the guy was, he was an employee of The Bin.

For the last 9 years I have stored My stuff at The Bin. The staff there today is different then when I first started and there was soon a marked change as new employees were brought in a long with new managers. One day I started to get hassled  by the guys who worked there. They were hissing at Me and cussing. Now, I don’t know anyone on Skid Row except for the people in the dorms at the time and at the time of the incident 4 years ago, I was sleeping outside. In other words, I don’t have any “business’ with anyone on Skid Row or any gangs, etc. In fact, I get along with everyone reasonably well, even In the dorms when I’m there once you get used to the fact that I might be quieter than you are expecting once in a while (This is due to finding psychotronics in use back in Phoenix immediately before I left. I didn’t know that people could hear your thoughts when one day people started to “leak” this information so I would know it. One of these people was a step-family member and I didn’t know she could hear My thoughts. Although this has it’s plusses in that it can demonstrate that one has nothing to hide–something that might come in handy if you happen to be Christ–it flummoxed Me and angered Me that I didn’t have the same ability. Furthermore I instinctively know that the only reason for a stacked distribution (uneven) of the tech among citizens is because you plan to exploit the ones who cannot read your mind. This existential crisis sent Me inward and these days I’m a little more quiet than usual, always knowing/fearing that someone I just met at a coffee shop may be able to read what I’m thinking as we chit-chat (something that can wreck your nerves, btw) and that I cannot do the same with her. This creates many unfair advantages and opportunities for exploitation that are myriad.).

So the rumor at the time is that the guy was offered $20 by a guy who held a large tomahawk camera for a news channel that was out there that weekend of Easter Sunday. There were many, many people out that day and many had cameras for news broadcasts. The connection with the employees of The Bin is that they all seem to be connected back to the Sheriff’s or the County in some way. In fact if you happen to have a security guard card in Los Angeles, it’s nearly a lock that you are connected to the Crips or the Sheriff’s or some outfit of their kind. These are the people who have taken over the LAPD and the Sheriff’s because their numbers in Los Angeles are so fucking large. The Sheriff does not have a “gang problem” as the newspapers would tell you. The Sheriff’s IS A STREET GANG IN AND OF THEMSELVES. This weaponizes civilians with police equipment, gives them marks to steal from, excuses them from pimping, dealing, murdering, aggravated assaults, treason, psychological harassment, and the like. The weaker the state the more emboldened the vulgar become.

After hearing the reason for the assault and connecting it back to his affiliation with the Crips or some street gang, the rumors started all over town: He was hit for calling me “nigger”. He was hit for “doing drugs”. He was hit for “making the rooms shake”. He was hit for “disrespecting owl people”. And occasionally someone says it, He was hit because “we don’t like Him”. The reasons for the dislike have nothing to do with My conduct or use of the word “nigger” it has to do with My potential, the way I speak, curly not afro-ish hair, My pedigree and former friends, My ability to walk “in and out of white people’s night clubs” because “we can’t do that”. (That is an actual quote btw.) and so on. The headbanger here is that neither the Sheriff nor the niggers can release their bullshit for Christ. Upon My christening all I could hear was, “Oh thank God He’s a white boy.” and “Oh thank God He’s a brother.” and “Oh thank God He’s not a monk/Jehovah’s Witness/another religion/homosexual/effeminate/vegetarian” and that “He likes sports/gambling (a little)/women/fighting/intellectual pursuits/games/is knowledgeable on this subject (spiritual affairs)/ has come forward with great ideas” and so on. The value of Christ being here in the flesh is trillions of dollars. But the weak cannot hide their constitution from those who are strong. Strong know strong and strong know weak. And the weak hide behind false evaluations of themselves and their priority, always making themselves #1. Well, no one is always the #1 priority except for Myself and I don’t push or sell that too often. The point is no one is to exp;ect themselves to be placed like that except for the childish and fearful that if they don’t it’s all going to fall apart. Because this grips the Trailer Park Clans and their dogs (who also have their own existential crisis and reasons for them) they cling to perspectives that negate My priority for safety or travel or privacy. This is further obscured to the uninitiated as “bad assery” as in telling Me to move or taking the liberty of forcing Me to miss meals or take a day or two off or forcing Me to the restroom after I’ve set up or attempting to get Me to snap and kill someone for the hell of it.

The assault on Christ is a hate crime and without any provocation by Myself whatsoever. To this day, I Am harassed every single day I enter The Bin and have been for years. Numerous calls to police and even records of video and audio do not bring them to fix the growing problem with gangs. That is because gangs are employed to steal and murder around town as well as other things. I have been ripped off several times of substantial assets and at no time–some seven charges from random sucker punches to the loss of $100M in data–has the police serviced one single complaint on My behalf. That is because the police are picking and choosing people to be “sacrificed” which is just euphymism for murdered. This is Israel’s fault bringing their nigger religion here from Africa.

The assault of Christ is a hate crime and punishable by death. I have already put an APB out on the fellow (see the upcoming “The Business End of the Stick”) and will handle him personally if anyone can get Me a address or place of employment. You don’t have to get your hands dirty but I do require all missions and churches to turn him down for services and that is for life. If the order is disobeyed the pastor and mission will be sued and so will the assailant. After that the punishments can become more severe for the pastor. Get Me his name, address or employ and you could be handsomely rewarded for it. 

He is to be put to death for the hate crime and that is final, per Christ.