"I Lost the Pope While Holding This Position"
I’m not here to discuss your drama — I’m here to talk about my truth.
Let me begin by saying something that may sound unreal, but it’s my reality: I lost the Pope while holding this position. That moment, heavy with spiritual symbolism and personal weight, marked a turning point. The mental and emotional distress I've endured can't be explained with words alone. It’s one thing to experience grief; it’s another to recognize how deeply connected your surroundings are to that grief — in ways that feel orchestrated, eerie, and unsettling.
I watched Pastor Jamal Bryant walk into church wearing a bold pink suit. Later that same Sunday, just before the Pope passed, a supervisor at my job wore an identical suit. The synchronicity wasn’t lost on me. It was like a spiritual marker, signaling to me that my time in that role was nearing its end. Sometimes, the universe sends signs. Other times, the manipulation is so real, it makes you question who is pulling the strings.
Then there’s Larsa — her face, her energy, showing up in places, on screens, in whispers that feel designed to taunt me. What could I do but remain silent, keep pushing forward, knowing that their desperation only confirms what I’ve known for years? This isn’t celebrity culture. This is obsession. This is psychological warfare. This is the sickness of people who can’t tell the difference between fame and stalking.
Let me be clear: this has been a 30-year pattern of dysfunction, harassment, and instability rooted in obsession — especially from Scottie, his fans, his family, and their entire entourage of enablers. The anti-Semitic undercurrents, the calculated drama, the psychological games — all of it builds the very case I’m finalizing. Yes, thank you for helping me document and establish the harm you’ve done.
You can exhaust yourself trying to paint me as unstable. You can mock, provoke, or try to recreate every traumatic moment of my life like it’s a script for your show. But this fast-paced reality drama you’ve directed around me has one flaw: I never gave my consent to star in it.
So, baby, bye.
I’m focused. I’m closing chapters. I’m finalizing my claim. And while y’all continue spinning this circus like it’s the NBA Finals, I’m documenting every play.
History will show who was truly unstable — and who survived it all.
