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.

In Between the Eclipses: More Blog Updates, Plans, and What's Next

UPDATE: 9/15/2025 – I have the next part of a Daisy Chain of Events half-written in my drafts. I will be finishing and sharing that tomorrow. I spent most of the weekend managing a fever and multi-system flare-up. As of today, the fever is now gone, and I am feeling a resurgence of vitality. So, you can expect the next in the series tomorrow!

I feel like I am my most fragile right now (age 38), physically. I am extremely frail, and I compare this to how vulnerable I felt when: I was sick with the tumor (age 25), immediately following my bowel resection (age 28), and when I experienced intestinal failure (age 31). I have been struggling so much with my health ever since I underwent surgical menopause back in early May of this year. I want to start creating future posts about these health events, diving deeper into my backstory (it's wild). But, for now, I will only make brief mention of it here.

I am still planning on finishing the Daisy Chain series in upcoming posts. My goal is to get the next part out in the next couple of days. Instead of doubling down and pumping them out like I had intended to (since we are back in eclipse season), I decided to hit 'pause'. (Not that I had much of a choice. My life has been on the busier side lately, and when I haven't been busy, I have been trying to recover from this, that, or the other.) Sifting through all of those messages put me right back into the mental and emotional space I was in when I was going through it. However, I feel like making these series of blog posts was totally the right call. While I remain vigilant to the fact that he might still be covertly monitoring me, all contact has ceased. I haven't received any direct messages from him since that message he sent on July 24th.

I've spent the last few days recovering spoons and getting back into the groove of things. Unsurprisingly, there has been a lot of patterns overlapping between the last set of eclipses and what's unfolding now. There are some things I won't discuss here, as they involve aspects of my love and social life that I am not comfortable writing about publicly. But it's worth mentioning, because the parallels are uncanny. And because the parallels are uncanny, it has me a little hesitant about what's unfolding now. The same themes often represent the same things; the same things often represent the same themes. (Not always, but most of the time.) And I don't want history to repeat itself. One thing's for sure: No rose-colored glasses here.

That said, I do have a lot of interesting synchronicities to chronicle (but only once I get caught up to speed with the Daisy Chain posts, because these syncs tie directly into those events). This also allows for what's currently playing out to further develop and run whatever course it's going to.

Some of the stories people spin about their haunted artifacts are laughable—confined to the edges of their own imagination, rather than the true occult forces at work.

— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) September 11, 2025 at 8:57 AM

Also, keep an eye out for content involving the haunted artifact collection I just started. I'm thrilled about this project and how it may expand my perception of the paranormal. I recently acquired my first haunted object—a doll that arrived the day after the Pisces Lunar Eclipse. She doesn't have a documented name, so for now I'm calling her the Shadow Moon Doll. I haven't yet sat down to formally investigate her, but the synchronicities around her arrival were eerie. More on that soon.

Sneak peek/peak of the Shadow Moon doll (my cat is so curious about this object):