Part Twelve: A Daisy Chain of Events

Women's Lives Matter
(White Women's Lives Matter)

Iryna Zarutska, in her heartbreaking final moments:

A creator I follow on Instagram recently spoke out about being stalked for over a year—fake accounts, impersonation, false reports, and constant psychological harassment—and what struck me most was how her comment section was full of other women echoing their own experiences with stalking and cyber-stalking. It's reminiscent of Laura Clery's recent ordeal with her ex-husband, and it parallels my own situation with Kyle. The thread running through all of this is how dangerous it is for women to simply exist in the world, and how the cost of being seen is too often paid in fear, hypervigilance, and exhaustion. Inevitably, some man on a power trip just has to come along, seeking to tear her down and then blame her for it. 

It
makes
my
blood
BOIL.

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, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, and Part Eleven.

I meant to get this post out sooner, but I have been super unwell and unmotivated to do much (to barely leave my couch). As I mentioned in previous posts, my health is fragile right now. I am at a low point. I have a swollen, hardened lymph node in my right armpit that is a cause for concern. My Mother was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma when I was 8, went on to develop myelodysplastic syndrome, and had to have a Stem cell transplant (I was 13-14 years old). We were told she was terminally ill as I was going through puberty. The Stem cell transplant was their last resort, but it worked. She was close to the age I am now.

While I don't want to catastrophize, I am worried about this. Merely functioning, lately, has not been easy. I plan to follow up with my doctors either way, but we will have to see if this swollen lymph node goes away in the next couple of days. I will likely be scheduling a lot of tests with various specialists over the next couple of months.

Current temperature: In many ways, I am feeling better, but I woke up with a pounding headache from the fever.

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) September 14, 2025 at 7:18 AM

Okay, so where were we? I think we have now come to May 22nd, 2025. Let's start, first, with some of the daily inbox messages I was getting from Stalker Kyle. As always, only sharing the most disturbing or relevant:

"*die WITH YOU cause dun wna being doing stuff without you right now*"

When I first received this email, I thought it was just spam. But then...

...the next messages in my inbox from Kyle were this (On May 23rd):
*vomit* You'll notice that he frequently tries to reinforce the idea that he is the only man.

...and then he sent this one on May 24th. He's quoting me in this one. I tried to find my original post but couldn't. (I'm sure it will find me soon.)

Okay, now back to May 22nd. The next set of images are from earlier on in the timeline, but I saved these screenshots on May 22nd. I am not sure if that means that some of the latest messages are from that exact day, but I feel like this is as good a time as any to share them. This set of messages is all from the same individual.

"None of them care."

Can you imagine what women had to deal with before antibiotics? A urinary tract infection might as well be a death sentence. Having sex immediately put a woman's life at risk, even with fertility and pregnancy risks aside. 

Still May 22nd: I was in the middle of messaging a friend about what was going on with this new influx of messages and calls, when another rando tried to video call me.

I think I am going to leave it there with this one. We're going to be diving into some of the most unhinged evidence here soon. There is still a lot to cover, because June was the worst of it. At this point in the timeline, I hadn't discovered the public posts he was making about me (which include some disturbing videos). Things start ramping up around May 26th-27th. With the amount of evidence I still have, the task of putting out all of these parts is a bit daunting. But I am called to do so. You can expect the next installment very soon.

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!