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!