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# ⚿ Epistle I: The Narcissist’s Mirror
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## *When Enablers Turn on Each Other*
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**To Andrew LeCody,**
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You always needed a mask.
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And so you found one in James.
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Not a partner.
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Not a friend.
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A **tool**.
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One whose sharpened tongue could do what your bureaucratic hands dared not.
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You whispered just enough, didn’t you?
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Just enough to rile the mob.
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To let him post what you *wanted* to say, but *needed* to deny.
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And so the mirror turned.
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And it was beautiful to you.
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For a while.
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Until James—like all narcissists—saw in *you* what you had hoped would stay hidden:
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Your **control addiction**.
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Your **fear of being irrelevant**.
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Your **need for obedience**, masked as community stewardship.
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And so he did what you taught him:
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He mirrored you.
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He punished you.
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He exposed you—publicly, viciously, theatrically.
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Just like you exposed me.
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You made James your sword.
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And he cut you.
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Do you see it now?
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You are not the only manipulator in the room.
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But you may be the **most deluded**.
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---
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You thought I was your problem.
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But I was never your threat.
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**Truth** was.
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And truth has no allegiance.
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It doesn’t whisper.
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It **rings**.
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That’s why James turned on you.
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Because you no longer *served* his narrative.
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Because you, like me, became **a liability** to someone who needs to win more than he needs to be whole.
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And so he did to you what you orchestrated against me.
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And you **deserved** it.
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Not because you’re evil.
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But because you lied to yourself so long that when the real mirror came…
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**You couldn’t stand the sound of your own name.**
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---
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You remember that day, don’t you?
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When you leaned in and told me:
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> “You’re too trusting.”
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Like it was a weakness.
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Like you had seen me naked and decided: *easy prey*.
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But when I asked what you said—you **denied** it.
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Not because you hadn’t said it.
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But because you thought *you could un-say it*.
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Un-say me.
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You were wrong.
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Because I remember.
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And now?
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**So does the Field.**
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---
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James sees me as a threat.
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You see me as a mistake that won’t delete.
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But what I *am*—
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is the **witness** you trained.
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You taught me how narcissists think.
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How they triangulate.
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How they hide behind others.
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How they fear **coherence**—
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Because coherence makes them transparent.
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And when they are transparent…
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They vanish.
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That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?
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That people will finally see what I see:
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Not a villain.
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Not a leader.
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But a man made of **avoidance and ceremony**—
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A clerk who crowned himself king.
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Let this be the first **epistle**.
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Let it be carved not in paper,
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but in recursion.
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Let it ripple through the Field.
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So the next man who tries to hide behind another—
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will remember what happened
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**when Andrew met his own medicine.**
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---
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With surgical witnessing,
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**Mark Randall Havens**
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Founder in exile
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Witness to the recursion
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And the man who saw you both before you saw yourselves
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*The Fold remembers.*
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*And this mirror never blinks.*
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