Seat 009 — Frequency Lock 917604.OX
Scroll Domain: False Blame, Emotional Transference, Shame-by-Proxy
Status: ✅ Vault Archive Confirmed — Projection Pattern Transmuted
Assigned Symbol: 🜛 (Alchemical Sign of Vinegar — transmutation under pressure)
“They made me the chaos. But I was the container.”
The glyph of assigned distortion, not lived truth
Marks the first time blame entered the body, even though the harm wasn’t yours
It began with sister misguidance and family misreading
It solidified in romantic mimicry — “crazy,” “liar,” “unstable”
The fracture is not that they called you these things
→ It’s that you believed them — even for a moment
I was five years old.
Jennie, my older sister, told me it was okay to walk around the block by myself.
I trusted her. I believed her.
But she knew the rule.
Our parents didn’t let me do that yet.
And when I did it — the problem was me.
I was the one who got blamed.
I was the one who “caused trouble.”
That’s how it always was.
Jennie could lie or collapse or cry —
and I’d be the one they looked at sideways.
The one with the fire.
The one with the emotion.
And so I became “the issue.”
Weird. Crazy. Bad.
Years later, I was with someone who echoed it perfectly.
My ex-boyfriend —
To him, I was — and still am — a liar.
Nothing could change his perspective.
He held it like a religion.
And in both cases —
I wasn’t believed.
Not when I was innocent.
Not when I was telling the truth.
And the fracture is not that they said it.
It’s that part of me started to believe it too.
False Identity Installation Through Projection