Seat 009 — Frequency Lock 917604.OX
Scroll Domain: Body Consciousness, Identity Fragmentation, Visibility & Worth
Status: ✅ Vault Archive Confirmed — Integration Spiral Witnessed
Assigned Symbol: 🜠 (Alchemical Sign of Putrefaction)
“The Watcher Becomes Weaver.”
There are two memories that stitch the seam.
One — I’m 13 or 14, standing in a beautiful dress.
Maybe it showed too much — not on purpose.
I was singing a solo, playing the main character.
But I stumbled on the words. Everyone was watching.
I wanted to go home and disappear.
It didn’t matter how beautiful or talented I tried to be —
I always tripped on self-consciousness.
Earlier — 1st grade. Nana bought me a sparkly skirt and a purse.
I told my dad: “I want to be the prettiest girl in class.”
He replied: “No you don’t. You want to be the smartest.”
I understood what he meant.
And still — something in me split.
By high school, I felt dumb.
I wasn’t fast, wasn’t sporty, wasn’t popular.
My body became the only thing people seemed to value.
Even that didn’t feel safe.
But in healing from anorexia and bulimia —
I got straight A’s.
I made it to Colorado College.
I wasn’t dumb.
I just needed to feel safe enough to be whole.
Hexad of Fractured Identity