My days are numbered

I got an another email earlier today. Here it is:

I see that you have enlisted the aid of strangers to find my identity. This is not a good idea, James.

The internet is an amazing thing. Billions of people can read even the tiniest of news. Millions will spend their spare time helping out complete strangers.

You may be interfering with the Greater Plan, James. I cannot let this happen.

Your time is limited, James. You have until your next birthday before I reclaim your soul. Figure things out, James.

Find me. Destroy me. Solve me. Save yourself. Ask anybody anything. Find the answers.

Somebody, please. I have no idea what to do at this point anymore. I need help.