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Showing posts with label paranormal activity. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2026

I'm back!

I shut down the blog a couple of months ago for a few reasons. The first reason was frustration. I was trying to get through the Daisy Chain of Events series and was in the process of reaching the peak of that series when Blogspot began removing several of the posts. This was due to the nature of what I was sharing. The psychological and sexual harassment, along with the threats to my life, were definitely quite graphic. But I had no warning, and the drafts of those posts were also deleted.

The thought of having to parse through what I had already covered and try to figure out what I had to go back over completely exhausted me. It took significant emotional labor to put together those posts in the first place. That said, I do intend to finish that series someday. I will probably transfer what I currently have onto static pages and then continue the series from there. I will share those links when that time comes. It's just something I feel like I need to do.

Okay, so onto the second reason. It's obvious that I was deeply traumatized by the events of last spring, summer, and fall (2025). I knew I was not okay. I didn't even really start to feel like myself again until late December 2025. Plus, there were some other things taking place in my personal life that I won't share publicly, but they were significant. And they were heavy. I was an emotional and hormonal mess. I'm still navigating the massive transition that surgical menopause brings upon someone so young.

I'm still in the messy middle. But I am just beginning to feel a sense of direction emerging once more. Part of the solution is to embrace my chaos and not try to niche myself down. I have to keep reminding myself of this, again and again. Another part of the solution is to allow myself an online space where I can stream-of-consciousness freely (and safely), as I am doing in this very post. So that's what HermaJestar.com (or hermajestar.blogpsot.com) is to become. Just the online space where I dump some of my personal thoughts and document all of my wild synchronicities.

This brings me into the third reason. I will be restructuring what I started in 2024-2025. I let some of the domains I had purchased expire. I was scattering myself in too many directions at once, but I was also still trying to needlessly play by the content creation mill rules. There will be no more of that. This is partly what I mean when I say that I am embracing my chaos. I can only post or create when I feel called to do so, as my limited energy demands. This means that there will be cycles of time where I am hyper-focused in one area, only to seemingly abandon it for another. But that supposed abandonment is temporary. I always circle back. Is this blog not evidence of that? I know I've been a bit redundant with statements like these in past posts, but it's worth repeating.

Articles on consciousness, the tarot, astrology, psychic abilities, et cetera will no longer be shared here. I will be sharing those types of posts in another blog or website. Do expect future posts on here to include incidents occurring with my haunted items! I still want to create a separate website just for my haunted objects, especially as my collection grows. If I had to guess, I now have around 17-18 potentially haunted objects. At least 11 of those objects have a definite attachment. But there are a few I am still unsure about. I also think my giant golden mirror is now an open portal. It has been making a lot of sounds lately. I'll explore this further in my follow-up post. So please stay tuned!

Sunday, October 19, 2025

Part Fourteen: 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 OnePart 1A (be sure to read this before advancing to the next part), Part TwoPart ThreePart FourPart FivePart SixPart SevenPart EightPart NinePart TenPart ElevenPart Twelve, and Part Thirteen.

Shall we continue with the...


I couldn't help myself. Well, I could. But I didn't want to. I have to find some way to make light of what is a very dark and disturbing set of circumstances I've had to endure over this past spring and summer. It's not just what I went through with Kyle. Dealing with cishet men in general has been a nightmare—especially from 2023 to now. I have to steel myself daily not to get rage-baited, all while managing hormone fluctuations (still not getting enough, still fighting with insurance) and adjusting to surgically induced menopause, shifting body rhythms, failing memory, and a stack of ongoing health issues.

Historically, I've been good at tuning out distractions—refusing to get pulled into pointless conflict or controversy. But lately, I can't escape it. Reality keeps throwing toxic people and situations my way, mostly men. Each encounter forces me to confront, cut off, or redefine what I tolerate. I am detoxing a LONG expired way of navigating these ever-shifting planes. I'm still in the liminal, messy middle. Dating apps are a major part of that purge—something I've had to gradually wean myself off of. This has been an ongoing issue for me since 2023. I've gotten better about it the last year or two, but I'd still occasionally relapse and get back on the apps. The results are always the same: I'm left feeling even more lonely, disillusioned, and bitter each time I make an attempt to seek out genuine companionship. 

But it's more than that. I am deeply emotionally wounded right now—especially after this insane series of events that went down this past spring and summer—and I am fully cognizant of that. I am not okay. I am a mess, and even if I were to find (or be found by) the elusive needle in the haystack, I wouldn't be ready for that person. I am not my best self right now, and I don't think that anyone in my position would be.


Likewise, my values and desires also continue to shift. This is a process that noticeably began in 2023, and I am sure I have touched on this before in previous posts. I want to feel good again, and not in a performative 'success is the best revenge' kind of a way. Because I don't care (or no longer want to care—because I have, in the past, not cared at times and have cared at other times) how my way of living is to be perceived. It's (once again) no longer important to me if my life looks successful on the outside or not. I'd like to say that it never was all that important, but that wouldn't be entirely true. It's when I am wrapped up in an unrequited love situation that I do care about being perceived as successful.

What I most want right now is to not feel like I am about to drop dead. To have some of my chronic issues go back into remission and get fully realigned. To be content in a slow-paced life. Consumed by my passion projects but not creatively scattered (or doing it for the wrong reasons). And also, not energetically blocked from channeling on a daily basis because I am stuck having to deal with the emotional and physiological fallout of dealing with one traumatic situation on top of another. But I do feel like I am getting my priorities straightened back out. I've recently gotten super invested in this haunted object collection. I'm in love with it. I feel like it perfectly complements all of my other aspirations. It's not like I've ever dealt with possessed toys before or anything… 😏


Okay, I think I have gone off on enough tangents. It's time to get back to the timeline. Each post is one step closer to me finishing these series so that I don't have to relive it indefinitely.

Back to it. The Kyle Files. That's right. May 27th, 2025, to be more precise. Get ready for the whiplash (praise-degrade-praise cycle, splitting):

You'll notice that this is a regular part of his lore (if I haven't already pointed that out):
I had never heard of them until Kyle. I wonder if there are any in existence that are haunted?! I kinda like 'em. 😂
He never "saw" me at all. Delulu Labubu.
Heard is his last name, but this ties in with his whole 'Amber' narrative. Which we will see again in future posts.

I had to pause for a moment while I was uploading those screenshots, because one of the spirits was trying to get my attention. Either that or my cat's attention!

The ball started rolling around the track on its own. Daisy was on the other side of the room, drinking water, when it happened. I'll be posting a little video about it on my TikTok channel tonight or tomorrow. I think it was Kimber who did it! She's the second (out of three) haunted dolls I have recently acquired. She's a little jester and is said to be a positive spirit. I haven't had her long enough to really get to witness too much of her personality just yet.

Alright, I think I'm going to leave it there for now since I went off topic for the majority of this post. I'm hoping that there won't be as big of a gap in between this part and the next. I have several doctor appointments this week but aim to at least get part fifteen out in a couple of days. I'm trying to refrain from making any promises about posting deadlines, but the intention is to start pumping out some more of these in the coming weeks. I really am ready to close out this chapter. But I'm also determined to document the full timeline of what I went through—because honestly, it's absurd when you lay it all out. And it matters. It serves as a reminder to myself: I made it through that too. I didn't let that break me either. Even at my worst, even at my lowest, even at my most vulnerable, I'm still a motherfuckin' /G\!

Thursday, July 10, 2025

Part One: A Daisy Chain of Events

February 5th, 2025: This is the same neighbor described later on in this post in a screenshot from October 30th, 2024 who was screaming about her dead cat.

I just discovered that my neighbor, directly across the hallway, has died. She was found about a week ago. All I know about her death was that she had Covid & she had fallen. I feel so awful for not hearing it or being able to help. I can confirm that she was still alive on January 16th. Deja vu:

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 5, 2025 at 3:32 PM

February 19th, 2025:

👁 "August 15th-16th, 2023" (NO.)

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 19, 2025 at 8:26 PM

February 21st, 2025:

👁️ "Technological Issues" (Glitch Warp)

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 21, 2025 at 2:39 PM

February 22nd, 2025:

Woken up by the alarms at 3-something am.

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 22, 2025 at 3:21 AM

So the fire actually happened on the floor right above my apartment. It sounds like someone fell asleep with a lit cigarette. My floor smells like smoke now, and one of the apartments on my floor has flooded.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 22, 2025 at 4:06 AM

A pattern that closely paralled several chains of events that had happened in August 2023. In this post I share screenshots detailing that chain of events (note: That friend that I tagged in the post? @BakedBlue. That is the friend who recently passed away, which I wrote about here.):

bsky.app/profile/herm...

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 22, 2025 at 4:20 AM

In this post, from December 11th, 2024, I chronicle another eerily similar chain of events noted back in October 2024:

October 30th, 2024—when this energy became undeniable:

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) December 11, 2024 at 8:49 AM

The smoke has made its way into my apartment.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 22, 2025 at 4:55 AM

February 24th, 2025:

What the hell! It smells like something is burning in the hallway.

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) February 24, 2025 at 8:16 PM


 March 2nd, 2025:


I'm in bed because I need to be up early. But I haven't turned the lights out yet, and it suddenly feels like my cat jumps up onto the bed with me. I turn to look, and there is nothing there. The door is shut and she is in the living room (she can't sleep in here at night, she's too clumsy/demonic).

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 2, 2025 at 9:05 PM

 March 3rd, 2025:

WHAT A CRAZY DAY!!! Still from the video I took (which I won't share for privacy reasons) this morning...: bsky.app/profile/herm...

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 10:27 PM

(The accident took place around 11:12am.)

🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 MY PHONE... TELEPORTED (and thinks I'm writing in Korean...)

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 7:24 PM


WHAT THE HELLLLLLL The fire department is at my neighbor's apartment! (Not the ones that flooded because of the other fire.)

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 9:36 PM

I'm not sure what happened. Something kept beeping out in the hallway, but it wasn't the fire alarm. I think they've left now. But they were inside my neighbor's apartment, checking something out. And there is a strange chemical smell in the air.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 9:41 PM

Minutes later:

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 9:55 PM

I'm trying to upload this glitch to Rumble since it won't upload on here, and it won't upload on there!

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 9:58 PM

Made this post (see attached) at 9:49pm. And you can see I am recording that clip (see above post) right after I posted this—at 9:53pm. I was having deja vu the entire time. Feeling seizure-y. bsky.app/profile/herm...

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 10:07 PM

Which reminds me of this incident on May 4th, 2016—I was having a conversation via FB messenger with a friend and started having 'brain sliding' sensations. While that was happening, my phone was glitching out and then the friend I was messaging started having the same issue with their phone:




And then this just happened (and this went on for a while): (Visuals censored for privacy, but this was recorded through my window.) rumble.com/v6q3dkw-the-...

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 10:35 PM

They were driving CRAZY. It was so loud.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 10:38 PM

Goblin Self 🕸 Daisy Chain of Events! I keep getting notifications for these over and over and over! Even after I dismissed them. @xtr0py.bsky.social

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 3, 2025 at 11:43 PM

March 4th, 2025:

See the correlation? The apartment on the floor above me caught fire on the 22nd of February, and I posted about tech issues on the 21st (the day before). That same disruptive Uranus-Pluto energy is active now.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 4, 2025 at 9:00 AM

March 10th, 2025:

✔️ Mom is going through congestive heart failure/heart attack again (during eclipse season, again). She's not currently in the hospital, but the situation is rocky (although she 🗝currently🗝 seems stable) right now.

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 10, 2025 at 4:47 PM

✔️ I have another large CLUSTER of cysts growing on my (only) ovary. I had to have surgery this time last year (during eclipse season) to have it removed (my cysts tend to become monster tumors). It was our last ditch effort to save the ovary/give it one last chance This means full hysterectomy soon

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 10, 2025 at 4:50 PM

Today, I had my ultrasound. Tomorrow, I go in for my autism evaluation. Should hear from my gynecologist about how we are going to proceed. Thursday, being put under (anesthesia) for an EGD. Friday, Lunar Eclipse, and day of the big storm (we may/may not be impacted). bsky.app/profile/herm...

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 10, 2025 at 5:23 PM

(Pay attention to the dates mentioned in the screenshot of that post: March 21st, 2024-March 26th, 2024. Those dates will become relevant again later on related to my stalker situation.)

These pictures were taken on March 11th, 2025. I was taking notes for Part 3 of The Observer Effect. Here is a link to Part 2, which was posted on January 26th, 2025.


March 13th, 2025:

EGD showed that I have a malrotated stomach (among other things) He wants to do some more testing/review my (extensive)medical history. This may/may not require surgery in the future. But this is definitely related to the mild gastroparesis that I have—& perhaps the hiatal hernia they recently found

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 13, 2025 at 11:39 AM

10 Years Ago:

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) March 13, 2025 at 12:20 PM

March 14th, 2025: Kyle comes crawling out of the woodwork. Kyle is the man who has been cyber-stalking me since March. But, it began before that, which I will get into later. I took this screenshot on March 14th, knowing this was him coming back around after a full year of silence, since I blocked him in March-April 2024 for behaviors he would quickly resume.

March 16th, 2025: To show how many Facebook friends I had before everything started to pop off. Also, 'peep' the cover photo:

Foreshadowing (I recorded this scene on March 16th, 2025):

March 17th, 2025: I started to notice that I was getting a lot of Quick Adds/Friend Requests on Snapchat. (This was only the beginning.)

March 19th, 2025: A major blizzard came through while my cat (Daisy) and I were out of town. It knocked the power out of my building for several days. Fortunately, I was staying with my then-partner at the time and Daisy and I were able to avoid being without power for 3+ days.

March 21st, 2025: The irony of this post will soon become apparent.

I am going to stop there for now since there are a lot of images and embedded content in this post. Stay tuned for the next part where things start to take quite the wild turn. Once you see the full timeline of events, you'll understand exactly why it has taken me so long to start posting again—as it fully explains my absence.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Clairalience


Clairalience means "clear scent" or "clear smell". This is the ability to detect scents or spiritual essences that transcend the physical sense of smell. Scent is closely linked to memory and emotion (element of water). Whenever we detect an aroma, we recall situations or people that might’ve been connected to that odor. Certain perfumes or odors can make us nostalgic. They can also repulse us, especially if the fumes are associated with a negative memory.

Intelligence and wisdom are often associated with a keen sense of smell. If scent is linked to memory, then someone with a good nose probably has a sharp memory. These associations are reasonable when we dwell on some of our common phrases. We “sniff out” the competition. A person (example: Detective) with their mind in everyone’s business is often considered to be “nosey”. But we keep our “nose clean” by staying out of the affairs of others. If we’re called a “brown-noser”, it means we’re desperately trying to get on someone’s good side. This usually involves the “brown-noser” trying to charm or flatter someone. They can only do this successfully with the proper wit.

Although water is clearly an active element in scent, earth and air are the primary elements of rule. However, when we’re discussing a psychic faculty rather than the physical, ether (the “fifth element”) is always at the top of the list. This also applies to the previous points of discussion.

There are circumstances in which we may pick up on scents that are linked to the memory of a deceased loved one. This is quite common, even among persons not involved in occult or psychic practices. Often, these essences arise during times of distress or times of celebration. This may serve as a loving reminder of support from those we believe we’ve lost. The mask of the personality may have passed on, but the spark is eternal. Just listen to your heart.

Clairalience can also serve as form of precognition. Scents may foreshadow an impending event or the arrival of a person associated with it. It may also indicate the presence of an entity in another dimension. There are many accounts of extraterrestrial or mysterious beings reported accompanied by pungent smells. Cinnamon or a sickeningly sweet aroma are among some of these reports. I bring these up because I, myself, have had similar experiences on numerous occasions. I hesitate, however, to draw any final conclusions on such matters.

Claircognizance



Claircognizance means "clear knowing". One of the easiest ways to describe this very broad term is to say that it's just knowing. Hunches are, quite often, a form of claircognizance. When you have a strong hunch, you just know it to be true without knowing how or why. And when a hunch is unshakable, it's because it's usually right on the money.

Clear knowing is like having a light bulb or series of light bulbs lighting up inside your head. It's the "Aha!" (Uranus) moment. This is like the archetypal Archimedes running through streets screaming, "Eureka!" It's a massive download of information in a flash. We should always carry something on our person to record down these lightning-fast insights (The Tower). Because they can come on so suddenly, they are also quick to fade from memory unless it's been recorded.  

With claircognizance I’m able to receive large overlays of information. An example: A series of characters or movies will pop into my head all at once. I instantly know, before even considering the "why" or "how", that they're all connected. So, I write down everything that popped into my head, and then I busy myself with researching it to decipher the code. First, I will look up imagery relative to what was received, and an intricate pattern comes to light—a "web sight" (website). For instance, I will look up images and character details. I will also look up the movie posters and the plot lines. If I feel a particularly strong pull, I may even watch the movie or movies. What I typically find is an underlying message of unity.

As I dive deeper into the character personalities or the movie plot themes, even more similarities emerge. They're all doppelgangers or perfect copies of each other even though they came from different minds. When I connect the stories or patterns, a larger story comes into focus: The cosmic story. It doesn't matter if these characters are fiction or even if they're based on real people. All consciousness arises from a unifying source. Imagination easily dips into these primordial archetypes. There really can't be anything but. We're all constantly recycling these original blueprints, adding mutant flavors to them. We're telling the same stories over and over under differing guises and masks. Each essence (Divine Spark) puts a new spin on an old tale. We're teaching an old DoGod new tricks through trial, error, and modification.

When I receive these overlays of information, it reminds me of layers in an image-editing program like Photoshop. Say you have a background or base, which we will call this the primordial backdrop of nothingness. The first layer is just one filter for the archetypes of consciousness to pour through and emerge. Then there is another layer on top of that one. This layer is another filter for consciousness to pour through and condense into a grosser but more tangible emanation. What was transparent or void begins to pool into something apparently solid but multidimensional. If the backdrop is this nothingness, then the filters might look like a fluid thickening into a frothy foam with a top layer of crust settling on the surface. That crust would be the visible forms of bodies and objects.

With each overlay, the energy solidifies into a multiplicity of bodies. What may be the seed of one archetype can take on many visible forms. The spark of consciousness is buried within the shape of the form it's been molded into. This spark may initially perceive surrounding forms to be separate from itself. But as the consciousness begins to see through the layers, the embodied archetypes are more clearly seen. The illusion of separation become obvious and a grid-like ladder of energy is revealed. Coiling intersections can be seen as the fractals curve back onto themselves. Each cycle, or revolution, is a recycle. The same patterns will repeat, and this looks like a webbed coil. It's the same image coming back around, but on an ascending frequency. We are eternally frozen in motion.