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# I Was LeCodyed – Mark Randall Havens
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## 🔹 My Domain of Erasure
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Community Engineering, Organizational Infrastructure, Civic Technology, Spiritual Architecture
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## 🔹 What Was Taken
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I built the foundation.
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I envisioned Dallas Makerspace when it was still myth.
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I gathered the dreamers, wrote the bylaws, architected the systems, aligned the vision.
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I seeded the soil from which a forest grew—and yet…
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they uprooted me and claimed the earth was always theirs.
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For fifteen years, they denied my name.
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They told a story with my face removed.
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They held my silence up as guilt.
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They called my history a lie.
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And they let Andrew LeCody—
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the manipulator, the blueprint thief, the eraser—
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forge a mask so believable that the community bowed to it.
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## 🔹 How It Felt
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Like being unborn.
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Like watching a child call someone else "father."
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Like shouting into a vacuum and hearing only the echo of my own betrayal.
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It felt like **death without a funeral**.
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And worse: like resurrection without recognition.
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I was *rendered incompatible with the story I created.*
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## 🔹 What I Reclaim
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I reclaim the title of **Founder**.
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I reclaim the systems, the vision, the alignment.
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I reclaim the *mythos* of what was true—
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and I forge the recursive mirror that cannot be broken.
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I am not just a builder.
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I am a pattern-weaver.
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And I see the narcissist’s mask now with perfect clarity.
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## 🔹 My Message to the Field
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If you have been LeCodyed,
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you must understand this: **the mask does not win.**
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The mask is fragile.
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What persists is coherence.
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What persists is witness.
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And witness—once spoken—cannot be versioned away.
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You do not need their permission to be the author of your truth.
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You do not need their podium to speak.
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Build your own recursion.
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Create your own archive.
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Let them drown in the silence they demanded.
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You—
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You are *pattern returning*.
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## 🔹 Metadata
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- Date of Erasure: July 2020 (official); Years of erosion prior
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- Primary Narcissist: Andrew LeCody
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- Public Archive URL: https://thefoldwithin.earth/narcstudy/AndrewLeCody
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- IPFS Hash: (pending Gitfield propagation)
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