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Greetings Family, Seanie has leveled up by orders of magnitude that needle toward the red end of the Richter Scale. Gratitude abounds. Insight, sight, and knowledge are trending toward pre-peak levels, and I am ready to share my testimony.

But first, a spectacular poem I feel I’d written myself:

Speaking above them they could not hear me
as I raged and shrieked in tongues
my head was like a fountain
words like feathers floated down
I was weightless filled with lyrics
no one else around me heard
If I could I'd fall upon them
though I'm nothing but a bird

I know they sometimes hear me
when they look up to the sky
see my shadow cross the highway
inside their cages rolling by

I am smoke, I am illusion
yet I appear as hard as stone
I am reeling in confusion
in my wisdom I’m alone
you can't read the sacred letters
which I've written in my heart
these secrets can't be given
it's the mystery of my art

I am the fire of my creation
I am the air that I breathe
I am the water of my salvation
I am the earth beneath my feet

You’ll never know
My deepest sorrow
Nor feel my greatest joy
I have no mouth with which to tell you
No understanding to employ

I am a bird so rare and lovely
No one’s worthy of my charms
I would rather remain lonely
than be trapped in someone’s arms

I’d rather soar the highest places
And pierce the nimbus clouds
Leaving trails without traces
I am me and I am proud

One day I’ll sleep beneath you
You’re the earth and I am air
But my spirit will leave you
You’ll try to find me I’ll not be there

Until then you will see me
Floating weightless on the wing
I will cross you as a shadow
Which covers everything

— George Murdock

What’s great, family? I’ve been in a hibernation mood. The last attempt on my life was so blatant, and as always I had to walk all the way through it, looking the person in the eyes, watching every single step so obviously while playing oblivious.

This time, though, the dose was pretty heavy. I had to go in, trust, and process it to heal through it. I’m at 90% now and feeling lighter than ever. Sorting out next steps and will be writing out reports soon. Miss y’all. B<3!!! APTMH.

HAPPY BIRDSDAY TO ME! 🎉 I feel more alive today than I have ever in my life. The soul, spirit, and man inside of me I could have never imagined I would become feels fully arrived and is about to truly get started in life.

A big shoutout to every betrayal, attempt on my life, and spiritual & psychological warfare attack on my being. Not only have you been the greatest building blocks of my life, but a true testament to my character and new vision to create the future for my children, the collective, and humanity as a whole. Eternally grateful.

Also, a very special force of love and gratitude to every person, group, seen and unseen, who have been by the grace of TMH a true live Delta Force in my life. I truly love and honor all of you individually, and you will forever have me there to hold you as you have relentlessly done for me. I’m excited for the future for the first time in my life. Here’s to 45, ya’ll. B<3!!!

Family! Apologies on the delay, I’ve traversed the United States with no phone, money, etc. From Sacramento, CA 🇺🇸; Los Angeles, CA 🇺🇸; Las Vegas, NV 🇺🇸; Phoenix, AZ 🇺🇸; Flagstaff, AZ 🇺🇸; Utah 🇺🇸; Denver, CO 🇺🇸; St. Louis, MO 🇺🇸; Chicago, IL 🇺🇸; Indianapolis, IN 🇺🇸; Pittsburgh, PA 🇺🇸; Philadelphia, PA 🇺🇸; Newark, NJ 🇺🇸; New York, NY 🇺🇸; and Boston, MA 🇺🇸.

Approximate route distance: ~4,300 miles on this stretch.

To the 5,000+. More than 5,000 people have visited this site. Many of you know my situation... the players, the game, the theatre... and still choose not to support me, out of fear of forces that are very real. I understand that fear. But to me, stepping back seems like support for the very opposite of the dissolution posture I vivify.

Not that I expect anyone to help me, ever... TMH always has me covered, and I need not. I just find it interesting.

Anyway... I can’t wait to share space with my folks. I’m sooooo f’ing excited.

If you want to stand with me: Support

A warning about SIM and eSIM hacking. For quite some time, I have been a victim of SIM and eSIM cloning, also known as SIM swapping. Someone takes over a phone number by moving it onto a SIM card or eSIM they control. From then on they receive that person’s calls and texts, and can message people as them. If you have received texts or calls from a number claiming to be me, you may have been a target of this hacking too.

In the past 6–8 months I have not personally texted or reached out to anybody in my known networks. I’ve had two phone calls with people I’ve associated with, one being an author, influencer, and gentleman from Philly, and the other being a friend from my time in real estate the previous year. Aside from that, I may have sent a DM or two in a casual way, very briefly, through the TikTok accounts listed, but I have not engaged in any ongoing conversations from any of the numbers I’ve used before... that’s why they keep changing: the SIM hacking.

If a message claims to be me: don’t send money, gift card codes, or verification codes, and don’t click its links. I only speak through this site, @spbzorro on TikTok, and Signal. When in doubt, ask me on Signal.

What SIM swapping is and how to protect yourself: FTC: SIM Swap Scams · FBI warning on SIM swap schemes

I personally have commented on each of my 3 old TikTok accounts with the NEW and ONLY account I will publish from: @spbzorro. The reason for this and the new site is to prove that the comments will not be taken down if they are not compromised. Each account has just been Internet Archived, as well as this new section, to show that it’s legitimately me and only me who is communicating this way. Shout out to The Collective and Big Big Big F’in Love... Mahalo Nui.

• @itsalume... post · archived
• @itsaeneas... post · archived
• @we.are.unbroken (formerly You Start With You)... post · archived

Screenshots taken Sep 25, 2026. A child’s face and other people’s comments are blurred or hidden for privacy.