Update: Facebook Friday, November 6, 2015: 

Dear friends: You will have noticed that my recent online activity has been directed solely at the people in my personal life—here on my compound—a private medical facility otherwise. My family, staff, medical team, and I have reached a boiling point where I fear only the worst from here on in as far as my personal life. I have been as careful as I could by not using names and taking every legal precaution, I can sense things around here have been building up over the last year or so. Blah, blah, blah. But I would like just to ban some of these people from my page that I have never done, ban people, and I am thinking not to, but living in isolation in my 1,200 office/guest house with all my legal rights, money finances and sense of trust have vanished. [... My apologies for wordiness.] I am tired tonight though it is my morning as my sleep schedule has been off for years. I would like to feel comfortable enough to get back to my usual posting of inspirational material and so forth, book promotions, films, and so forth. I hope some of you may write me—anything—there is a contact form on the top of this page; otherwise, all of my info is online. [Passive voice by choice, I write this all in haste, for I am tired.] However, I do not use a phone and am not willing to. Please accept my apologies for spending some days here and there predominately off my game in the meantime, I will continue to post my true feelings, honest, raw, brazen, and uncensored. That is me, and I am, in fact, as many of you know a very deeply troubled and disturbed person. As my buttons continue to be pushed. [... Ah, passive voice.] I'd like to be able to return, return, to my usual, though you should never expect "normal" from me, OK? We all know that is never going to happen. I am sorry if this has all seemed like I have been putting some blame on my audience. My tipping point had, in fact, reached a few days ago. I withdrew from everybody in my personal life that I could and so far all have gone unsuccessfully. All of my life rights obstructed. I remain quietly numb here and there, overall comfortable in my secret weariness here all alone, me versus the universe. I don't know. ... I have no one. I have lost this. Please accept my apologies in general and then of course, for any typos or grammatical errors. I’ll be around. I can't decide if I need a big hug, a large cup of coffee, or three days of sleep. Thank you. —Jonathan Harnisch