Sylvanna Devlin

I’m tired of selfies and nearly forgot.

Here’s my cat instead

This is me. Wanting to go soak my feet.

This is my cat getting in the way.

I might forget tomorrow and I was in a mood this morning. So here we go. My current night.

I’m tired, I’m done. But I’m alive.

But pissed.

Let’s be clear, all that bullshit really happened including the genital mutilation because of a bunch of lies and “oopsies we actually meant to do this to someone else”.

For who to reference this to:

I was blond before five (as in little kid) and never since. If my hair was bleached it was to add blue, green, purple or pink. I haven’t had blond hair in the last 42 years (I’m 47)

I’m big and curvy. Trying to get back down but haven’t in a long while.

And I’m not a fucking actress!

I’ve had the motivation and picture involved explained to me. I’m not in it. I’m not wading into judgment of anyone other than those who damned me because they wouldn’t listen it wasn’t me. And in that case?

I’m not who you intended. I’ve never done anything fucking wrong. Fuck you.

I didn’t even know what I had been accused of because let me be clear: I didn’t fucking do it.

Whoever you’re looking for? I’m not her. I don’t care right now who you really wanted to hunt. What I care about is you destroyed my life down to my genitalia.

It’s not the glare I want but it conveys mood just fine.

I have reported parts of this activity to;

Sonoma County Sheriff’s  (2022-2024)

Rohnert Park Police (2024)

Clackmas County Sherriff (2024)

Portland PD (2025)

Ice (I’m an immigrant, it was about me – 2025)

FBI – regular (2024-2025)

Ic3.gov run by the FBI (2023-2025)

(All under my Real Name; Melissa Devlin)

If they kill me, start hunting the paper trail please.

Always read the fine print.

I’m not doing well.

My hacker/stalker/terrorist/would be killer has kind of been a problem a while now and has very deep pockets.

She pays for favors that add up to the death of a thousand cuts.

She pays for and uses technology that really only the military should have.

She rounds up others by using my information.

She rounds up others period.

She posed as me and mined my friends for details. She used my picture and what I had muttered of information. Using torment to make me chatty.

My entire support network was alienated in the process. By her.

She tried a real estate scam by posing as me. She placed “for rent” details as me. And she chatted and lured money as me. I am not a home owner.

She stole identifying documents. She stole everything she could. Particularly if it confused others as to which Witch was which.

I struggled to get Game Over out the door with her machinations and constant attempts to change it nipping as my heels. As it is I had to self publish right now because I couldn’t handle agent hunting.

All my data was stolen and my writing shat on. Particularly the project I’d published and pulled because I decided I really could do better if patient enough.

It’s been a background project and she added to and deleted so much I started reorganizing and partially rewriting it.

Until I went to open it and the files were being deleted before my eyes. I couldn’t get to the latest.

Someone restored what they could from one drive but I still lost several days work. But I’m pretty certain it was revenge published, mocked and stolen from so what’s the point?

Writing was just part of my identity. No biggie right?

My computers have been hacked with Bluetooth on but are still vulnerable with it off. A driver hack means any time a USB port is activated the backdoor can be installed in the OS itself. Sounds crazy but it’s the only explanation.

She fucked up my medical records, my family, and worldwide friendships., She ruined my reputation and she very much wants to push me to suicide.

Now my neighbor complained about sound I didn’t make and I am left wondering if it was a favor for a fiver (probably 500), or she’s also been targeted. I certainly know banging I attributed to her had been complained about too.

I mean sure, the place is haunted as fuck. But I’m of the ilk that looks up to see a “Ju On ceiling ghost” and just say “what the fuck?” Before I see her melt into upstairs.

Maybe there’s a pissed off spirit banging and knocking. The previous resident died and her room was still used as storage with her body right there. I’d be annoyed in the afterlife too!

It’s such an old building there are probably plenty of irritated ghosts. I had one sit on the end of my bed. I looked up, saw it wasn’t my cat and went back to sleep. So shit gets moved around in my room all the time because moving a ball as a being of pure energy is probably difficult, and takes practice. I don’t mind.

The part I couldn’t handle was having no safety to write my work without it being deleted or shitily altered- with a lifetime of work destroyed. The copies I maintained are unsafe to open. And I just couldn’t handle losing all my backups. I forgot I still had hard drives. But a search of my room while out suggests they are as unsafe as my cat. Who has been threatened too. But to me, obviously.

I’ve heard her bitching and taunting, I’ve heard hallway gaslighting of all of us. Radio gets god knows what chopped up and changed sound bites.

People have been told I’m anti-Semitic, racist, and I don’t know what else. But one of them is so atrocious to levy I’m surprised I survived hearing it. I just heard it again. Apparently while doped up on meds I was raped and canceled as a result.

She bitches, moans, and complains and leaves a trail of people who know the name but not the person.

Did I mention she hacks and steals?

Yeah. I’ve had my fill of her. But she’s not done destroying me. I did have a week in a coma, two more weeks in the hospital level suicide attempt. But Allah had other ideas.

Oh wait I pray every day and am studying Greek. I call god Allah as that’s how he introduced himself in a vision. And I am not certain those around me recognize the language. Maybe it’s that.

There are plenty of ways and excuses to shit on me. I’ve even had my clitoris and labia mutilated and no one wanted to tell me who, or what and the why is a repulsive sack of lies.

I’m actually sweet, a mountain lion if you fight me but a pussycat if you don’t, generous, and inclined to try to save the world.

I’m fucking smart and plan on spending the next three years learning six languages and ASL. Though six years may be more reasonable.

I have a forthright and at times forceful personality. I’m a good listener and encourage others to just be themselves because I’ll love them anyway. “Warts and all”.

I’ve also been abused.

Welcome to being a woman in the 21st century I suppose. I don’t want to dig in to all the ways here. Torture, gaslighting, reactive, emotional and financial? Yeah no thank you.

She’s tried getting sex traffickers after me, and failing that find someone to rape and kill me – since she’ll shed me to pretend to be me. Any way she can.

I’ve been lied about and the subject of speculation and gossip. She dropped a house on me and now a building, maybe a neighborhood.

Why? Apparently a snuff film gone wrong.

Oh by the fucking way. The last time I had blond hair I was five years old. If bleached it became blue, green, purple, and pink right away. Fuck you.

I needed a selfie a day break from blog posts. It’s not hard to see why.

I am:

Boudicca

Brunhilda

Michael Weaver

Sylver

Sylvanna

Katherine of Aberdeen

Chrysantha

Elinitha

Nepenthe

Melanotis

Polyglottos

(Melissa Devlin)

The Dragon of Petaluma

The Princess of Petaluma

(they can say people were trying to be arseholes on the last two but they weren’t)

I also considered Sierra Pearce and Jane Inglbough

These are all names I’ve gone by. But so has a thief, a charlatan and a liar. She stole my spiritual work, hacked hooks into every system she could. Is very upset I want her to leave my fucking writing alone.

She got my backstory from my friends and alienated them.

She pretended to be me and used my photos to lure in “for rent” scams.

She stole identifying documents

She tortured and tried to kill me. Drop a house on me. Now a building. Maybe neighborhood. I’m inconvenient while alive except I’ve been writing 38 years and have gotten to be a damn good writer.

She’s a good thief. She adept at using my incremental backups to train AI to have my voice.

Fuck her.

I doubt she goes to bed wearing a panic button.

As an Addendum

I did not have plastic surgery, I usually don’t wear make up and if I fucked around with photoshop this photo would be better.

I was born with this face but have propopagnesia and see it in pieces. So I don’t know why this is even an issue. I have healthy young looking skin. Phew! Thank Ehler Danilos syndrome for stretchy skin.

Seriously. WTF?

Sigh, also. Since you ask. I don’t drink, don’t smoke, considered getting high but didn’t – fortunately, as I learnt one of my meds says no anyway. Don’t do drugs though bitches have tried to slip me some. I also can’t take benzsos and really should avoid all opioids both for medical conditions.

I have done some of this in the past except drugs. But I fucking drink de-alcoholized wine. I’ve gained weight from meds twice and used to Emotionally eat. On the flip side I’ve been anorexic and bulimic. I drink Diet Coke now.

Whoopie shit.

By the way.

To be super clear. My real name is Melissa Devlin. It’s been shat on so thoroughly I’m tempted to change it.

I do not live in Davenport, Iowa. I get email intended for someone there. A lot of it. It’s not me.

Melissa Devlin in Davenport, Iowa? Fix your fucking email.