Part Four: A Daisy Chain of Events

Disclaimer: This post contains my firsthand account of documented harassment and stalking behavior. The events described are supported by evidence, including messages and timestamps. Any opinions expressed are grounded in personal experience and the impact this behavior has had on my safety and well-being.

If you haven't read the first few parts, I recommend you do so before continuing. Here they are, in order:

Part One
Part 1A (be sure to read this before advancing to the next part)
Part Two
Part Three

I've been dealing with a pretty relentless flare-up and bowel obstruction for most of July. Physically, I've been struggling since the surgery (May 2nd, 2025—we'll get to this part of the timeline soon), but that's not exactly shocking considering all of the stress I've been under. Between EDS, dysautonomia, the long history of abdominal surgeries, and now going through surgical menopause—my body doesn't heal like it should. Things that would be minor setbacks for someone else tend to turn into ongoing cycles for me. It all compounds. And just when I think it's starting to let up, I backslide. 

For better and mostly for worse, my body reflects the turmoil and triumphs happening in my life. Dysmotility and hypermobility, mirroring exactly how things unfold for me. Long periods of stillness where everything feels stalled—like I'm frozen in time, unseen, barely moving—and then suddenly, everything accelerates. BAM. The volume surges, the pace spirals, it fractures and fractals—and suddenly I'm thrust into the spotlight, into hyperdimensional (hypermobile) overdrive. It's never gradual. It's either nothing or everything, ALL. AT. ONCE.

Freeze (clogged plumbing) then flood (rapid thaw, the water works).

That alarm was going off a while (it has since stopped). My iPad started talking out of nowhere earlier, and it scared the crap out of me. I only caught the tail end of it right after it stopped jabbering. Just now, as I was taking a shower, the drain acted like it was plugged...

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) June 10, 2025 at 6:37 PM

So, I had to get out mid-shower and finish washing my hair in the sink. I shut the bathroom door so that Daisy wouldn't try to drink the water in the shower. I left my phone in there. As I am washing my hair in the kitchen sink, I hear my phone ringing in the bathroom. This annoys me, but I...

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) June 10, 2025 at 6:37 PM

...continue washing my hair. The phone stops ringing, and then I hear what sounds like SOMEONE IN MY BATHROOM turn on the bathroom faucet. The water I am rinsing my hair with turns scalding for a few seconds, and then I hear the knob (the wall behind the kitchen sink separates the kitchen & the...)

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) June 10, 2025 at 6:37 PM

(...bathroom, so you can hear what's happening in the bathroom if you are at the kitchen sink) turn off, and the water immediately adjusts to a reasonable temperature. I finish up, go into the bathroom and check my phone. No missed calls. (I have a very specific ringtone, so I know it was ringing.)

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) June 10, 2025 at 6:37 PM

I then look to the shower stall because I am prepared to scoop the water out with a cup (don't want a swamp bubbling overnight since maintenance won't be able to get to it until tomorrow), and all of the water has drained back out. 😤 Wtf 👻

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) June 10, 2025 at 6:37 PM

A month later, and four days after I make my first Daisy Chain post here on the blog...

Being in my body has been so difficult the last couple of days. Just excruciating. If I go outside, I feel like I am going to have a seizure or pass out. Everything is inflamed. I am so uncomfortable that I would rather just sleep. But I am forcing myself to stay awake a little while longer.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) July 14, 2025 at 6:05 PM

I feel like I would feel better if I had the seizure. I've been feeling this way for a while. I just need for there to be a discharge. I need to cry, wail, and emotionally explode—move it through. But all I've felt lately is annoyance and agitation. And it makes it worse. My kitchen and bathroom...

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) July 14, 2025 at 6:12 PM

... plumbing got clogged over the weekend. I couldn't drain either sink. A few weeks ago, the same happened with my shower. Maintenance had to come in and fix it (both times). They did. Hopefully, things start flowing again. 🪞

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) July 14, 2025 at 6:12 PM

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) July 14, 2025 at 7:24 PM

Detailing these events hasn't just been cathartic—it's been a purge. Writing about it has helped loosen things. My bowel obstruction has mostly resolved—mirroring the act of me finally thawing and putting all of these posts together. Again, I've been in freeze mode for months as a result of the events that I've finally been writing about. I was so overwhelmed by it all that I could barely function or put together a coherent string of words. Now I regurgitate, I unswallow, detox, and transmute what was never mine to assimilate. And yet—because I had no other choice but to carry it, to survive it—the treasure, the boon, is mine alone to claim. 

It's dangerous for women to talk openly about stalking, especially when they're being watched while doing it. But I chose to write about it here anyway. As a reclamation of power. A real power MOVE. Unblocking that solar plexus (as well as the throat-sacral axis + root chakra, moving out of dissociation and survival mode). Because holding it in was poisoning me. This process has helped me to clearly define it and, thus, exalt the pattern—the recursion, the shadow material, the way it moves through macro and micro. It has, admittedly, been hellish. (Pluto coded.) But, as I always say, the darker the curse, the brighter the blessing. The Principle of Rhythm, the Laws of Rotation and Compensation.

Update: 7/25/2025

I will resume the timeline of events (we left off toward the end of April 2025) in a moment, but there have been some recent developments that I would like to address first. It's important that I address this before moving forward, because the next few blog posts (there will, at least, be three or four more parts—maybe more) will be me attempting to chronicle the mountain of evidence I have. I also need to carefully review what I share here to protect the privacy of other individuals involved.

For the first time since around the 1st of July, Kyle directly contacted me (via email). We haven't yet reached the part of the timeline that explains his recent absence, but it came on the heels of him openly committing a sex crime against me on X. In light of what I received from him today, it's important to have this context. (And also, to ward you from falling for his insincere attempt at an apology—aka him trying to save face, do damage control, stop me from continuing to make these posts, and to potentially disarm me.)

But, before I share that, I am going to bebop around the timeline a little bit. It's also important that I share a screenshot of the cease-and-desist notice that I sent to him on May 18th, 2025. It's worth mentioning that I've intentionally abstained from directly responding to anything he's sent me since I sent that email. I made it crystal clear that I no longer desired to have any communication with him, and that what he was doing was a violation to me. Despite this, he has repeatedly framed the situation as though I've been avoiding having a direct confrontation with him—conveniently ignoring that I communicated clearly, legally, and with finality—which he has repeatedly bypassed and publicly acted like never happened.

Spoiler alert: It didn't stop.

In the email he sent today, he similarly mentions that he won't observe or disturb me again. Do I believe that? Not even for a second. I hope he leaves me alone, but we'll see. At this point, nothing is going to stop me from sharing what I've been through here. I consider it insurance. It's for my protection. Should the situation escalate, it's all already out there. If he's truly sorry, he will leave me be and not retaliate. Given the self-centered tone of his "apology" and his refusal to take real accountability for cyber-stalking and sexually harassing someone who once saw him as a friend, I find it hard to believe he is sincere.

Today's message:

He also recently publicly shared a bit about the mental health evaluations he's been undergoing. Still getting ahead of ourselves in the timeline, but this is a preview and clear definition of the behavior I was dealing with. (He was institutionalized in mid-June, but will explain how that all came about once we reach that point in the timeline.) This emphasizes that he doesn't actually feel remorse for his behavior.

Okay, now where were we in the timeline? I probably won't get too far into it in this post, but will briefly reestablish where we left off:

The Shit Show (PURGE)

April 25th, 2025, and I am preparing for surgery, but I am struggling.

I am partially obstructed and tried to have a minor medical procedure this morning that did not go well due to abdominal and pelvic cramping. They're just going to coordinate it so that I have it done when I have surgery on the 2nd. Extra TLC for my body this weekend. Water water water!

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) April 25, 2025 at 11:36 AM

On April 28th, 2025, I hosted one last story time on Snapchat before surgery. And, of course, you know who had to tune in and message me about it on Bluesky.

I think I am going to stop there for now. I will focus more on where we are at in the timeline straight away in the next post, since we are approaching the point in the timeline where I go in to have my surgery.

Part Three: A Daisy Chain of Events

Disclaimer: This post contains my firsthand account of documented harassment and stalking behavior. The events described are supported by evidence, including messages and timestamps. Any opinions expressed are grounded in personal experience and the impact this behavior has had on my safety and well-being.

If you haven't already, go back and read these parts first before continuing:

Part One
Part 1A
Part Two

Okay, now where did we leave off? Oh, that's right: April 21st, 2025. I leapt from 10.3k followers to 14.1k followers. And while I understand that these numbers are nowhere near comparable to many well-established influencers out there, this was a huge deal for me. Especially with this happening all at once, unexpectedly, and so suddenly. To have my phone blow up with thousands upon thousands of men trying to talk to me (all at the same time) was beyond surreal. Similarly, their behavior was not normal. They were collectively fawning over me like they'd encountered some rare exotic celebrity sighting. The messages and videos they were sending were over-the-top. Paralleling the Kyle situation, the vibrations were not immediately nasty. Many of these men were also quite charming and disarming. It was a total thrill ride. Pour some sugar on me!

Between the messages I was receiving on Facebook and the snaps I was receiving on Snapchat, I was overwhelmed. For the moment, it was what I needed to help me navigate my post-breakup status.

On April 22nd, 2025, I hosted another Q&A/Story Time session. I skyrocketed to 17.1k followers. That's where my follower count on Snapchat maxed out and has plateaued (holding at about 16.6k followers ever since, even though I haven't been active on there lately. I do plan on making a comeback). From 7.1k to 17.1k five days later. Mind-blowing. And what imagery kept coming up the whole time?

The Viral Surge that comes in Waves
The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai

Before I continue, let's review some of the wildly exaggerated, entitled, and audacious messages I was getting during these surges:

What a tempting and flattering offer! How can I refuse?!

Several men were finding me on my public Instagram, where it was much easier to cut through the noise and actually reach me:

Pretty pushy for someone who just wants 'friendship':

I felt like I lost a few brain cells with this one:

'God' (Kyle) continued interacting with my stories on Snapchat and sending me snaps at this time.

By April 24th, 2025, I recognized that Kyle's behavior was becoming increasingly manic. He'd once tiptoed around my boundaries, careful not to upset the apple cart, but his obsessions and delusions soon overrode that caution. And right on schedule, might I add! Because Heather wasn't going to be able to get away with having surgery on her ovary without a Kyle there to harass her through it! Heaven forbid we go easy on her while her life is already on the line! Let's just terrorize, stalk, defame, and sexually harass her while she's going through it. (Getting slightly ahead of myself, but that part is still to come.)

Pant-Shitting Time (FAFO)

"I hope you have your shitting pants on!" - Negan, The Walking Dead

I know someone 👶 who might benefit from having these on hand:

Side note: This will become clearer in future parts, but Kyle watches this blog. Steals content from here to twist and alter to fit his delusional narrative. He claims it's just for 'entertainment,' but let's not mince words here. What he's doing isn't 'controversial art,' it's criminal behavior. He can try to rewrite history all he wants, but I've documented everything thoroughly for the authorities. When you openly broadcast your crimes online for everyone to see, you're digging your own hole.

"Because I know if you have a man I am still the most high"

"Nothing is enough for me except domination"

Paraphilic infantilism. 👶
"I dun call girls mum. It's not a thing I do" (while calling me mummy)

Goodbye impulse control!

This was just the beginning. Had I known what this was going to escalate into, I would have more carefully documented those earlier messages. It was more of the same manic, narcissistic, delusional, grandiose ramblings.

AS I am receiving these messages from Kyle, I receive a follow request on Threads from someone else from my past. More unwanted attention from someone who I have repeatedly told to leave me alone. I won't share a screenshot of the person or their username, but it exists. I have it should I ever need it. Now more than ever, I'm making a habit of keeping all of my receipts. Anyway, this person showed up at my home one night (to 'leave a letter' because they 'forgot my mailing address') after I had rejected them. Year after year, rejection after rejection, this person is still lurking. As if I didn't already have enough predatory eyes on me.

That same day, multiple exes came crawling out of the woodwork. THAT SAME DAY. People from my past were noticing that I was getting noticed. It's the age-old story: perceived value spikes, and suddenly they want what others want—only because others want it. Leeches. Zombies. Fair-weather ghosts.

Okay, for this next part, you're going to want to get out your popcorn. We're venturing further into the Kyle saga, and this is when things go completely off the rails. Stay tuned!

Part Two: A Daisy Chain of Events

Picking up where we left off in Part One and Part 1A. If you haven't read those two posts first, I suggest you go back and do so before continuing.

On March 27th-28th, 2025, I noticed I was receiving a gradual uptick in friend requests on Facebook. I took a few screenshots, just like I had with the friend requests I was getting on Snapchat (which I described in Part One taking place on March 17th). Nothing major yet. Just an increase in friend requests. My partner at the time was encouraging me to start accepting these requests. In the past, whenever I would experience an influx of friend or follow requests, I'd delete them. Curious, I decided to 'ride the wave' and see where it would take me. While Facebook and Snapchat were not my ideal platforms, I thought I might be able to start funneling traffic to my other platforms and websites. I approached it with an experimental mindset.

By March 30th, 2025, I was up to 598 followers. For reference, as noted in the previous part, I had only 160 friends on March 16th. Once I had noticed the uptick in friend requests, I converted my profile to a professional page.

On March 31st, 2025, I was up to 714 followers by 7:02am. By 11:07pm, I was at 945 followers.

On April 1st, 2025, the random video and audio calls from Snapchat began. At 7:03am, I had 1053 followers. At 1:16pm, I was up to 1211 followers. (Facebook followers, that is. Snapchat was only just stirring into activity, and I didn't realize that I was gaining followers on that platform right away.) Kyle ("Hidden Legend"), who had resurfaced around March 14th, officially began following my Bluesky account.

Dunno what I did to appease the algorithms, but this eclipse season has my FB account exploding—and is beginning to trickle on over to other platforms. It's exciting and unsettling, as I have grown accustomed to invisibility. But, that's eclipse season for ya: Pushing you out of the comfort zone.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) April 1, 2025 at 6:54 AM

My Snapchat is also blowing up. Some rando tried video calling me this morning:

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) April 1, 2025 at 7:01 AM

Someone else is trying to call me now. Gonna have to change these settings!

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) April 1, 2025 at 7:02 AM

On April 2nd, 2025, I was up to 3.5k Facebook followers by 1:18pm. By 6:25pm, I had reached 5k followers. At 10:23pm, I was at 5,773 followers.

Facebook analytics:

On April 3rd, 2025, I was up to 6.3k Facebook followers. By now, more Snapchat friend requests continued to trickle in. Kyle (parasocial connection turned cyber-stalker) reached out to me on Bluesky, prompting me to reevaluate my decision to block him a year ago. I will dive deeper into the history there in the next part, but for now, I just want to document the timeline as it is. I also want to show that his reappearance coincided with the social media circus that was unfolding. While his reappearance was separate from the surge in followers, it would be a mistake to say that it was unrelated.

I also posted a public story to Snapchat about what was happening with Facebook. This story would explode after posting it to my profile, but I wouldn't figure that out until way later. Phone and video calls were continuing to roll in on both Snapchat and Facebook. I tried to adjust the settings to disallow this from happening, but (GLITCHY GLITCHY) it wouldn't fully take effect until weeks later.

The number of views my profile story got on Snapchat:

On April 4th, 2025, I had climbed to 6,766 Facebook followers. On April 5th, 2025, I woke up to 770 new friend requests on Snapchat. My phone was blowing up with messages on Facebook and snaps on Snapchat. By April 9th, 2025, I was peaking around 6,910 Facebook followers. 

On April 13th, 2025, I had an explosive breakup with the person I had been dating exclusively. The relationship itself was extremely short-lived, but it was the first significant partnership I had entered into since 2022. Having it end so abruptly, though absolutely necessary, was completely blindsiding. But I refused to abandon myself, and so I had no other choice but to walk away. 

On April 17th, 2025, a haboob came through and tore the roof off of my building (The Tower archetype, "out of the blew/blue"):

On April 18th, 2025, while my Facebook follower count had plateaued, Snapchat was on the rise. I was at 7,355 Snapchat followers. I noticed that both Facebook and Snapchat seemed to have coinciding "spikes" in activity on the same day (April 3rd). This took place mere days after the Solar Eclipse in Aries. (The eclipse formed a wide orb conjunction to my natal North Node. There were other significant aspects as well but that would require me to go back and review it all. Long story short, point being: The astrology for such an anomalous event was definitely there.)

I had ChatGPT analyze the data.

On April 19th, 2025, I attempted to host a Q&A. It was successful in that I was overwhelmed by the response my public stories had gotten. But I had no idea what I was doing. I was not yet familiar with all of Snapchat's updates or capabilities, because I hardly used the app. The bulk of my Snapchat usage had taken place in 2015-2017? Around there. This is what made the entire experience so surreal, because I hardly ever opened the app.

And guess who showed up? Kyle. Our vibrations were not yet nasty. He was still being charming and disarming. I've always been more lenient than I should be with those I share a mutual psychic connection with. Lesson learned. Won't be making that mistake ever again. Kyle has proven that one can be both legitimately psychic and psychotic.

Kyle, using the name 'God':

That public story got 42.3k views and then would get 25k more views on my profile. By April 20th, 2025, I now had 10.3k followers on Snapchat. Even though I was exhausted, I was having a really difficult time falling asleep. Every time I would do one of these "Q&As," I would feel like I was hungover for 2-3 days afterward.

I am having this same issue tonight during this second great wave of followers. I am exhausted, too exhausted to keep snapping people, but the insomnia is kicking in. How am I supposed to sleep after a night like this?! I've learned something super important tonight about my manifestations 🧲

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) April 20, 2025 at 12:14 AM

My phone won't hold a charge, because too many messages are coming through! WOOOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!!

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) April 20, 2025 at 8:37 AM

I think I am going to stop right there for this part. Stay tuned. This chain of events has not yet peaked.