Monday Mornings

Experiences · Featured

The waking up mind is peculiar. Dreams transform into a slumberous reality and dissolve in the mist of the morning thoughts. But not for me. One moment I’m hibernating and the next one I’m alive and self-aware; mind instantly becomes busy with the thoughts from the previous evening. I rarely dream, and if I do—I don’t remember what I dreamt of. The brain is persistent in turning me off completely no matter how busy I am throughout the day.

On Tulpas

Featured · Tulpamancy

Tulpas. A community with questionable ideas and goals, united by a mystical word. Dozens of people practising forcing, hypnosis, altering their consciousness, meditating, trying to cope with their disorders. They are united by a goal to create what Wikipedia calls “an imaginary friend”. But what are those tulpas? Humanity tries to figure how consciousness works for a long time, creating and disproving hundreds of theories. Are some people more suited to be “multiples”, to house more than a single consciousness in their mind? Are others bound to be singlets?

Tulpa

Featured · Short Stories

You remember how it started? You were bored, browsing Reddit. You found this obscure sub. Tulpas. People there were using questionable techniques and pseudo-science to trick themselves into believing in imaginary friends. You thought back then: this is exactly like a church indoctrination. You browsed their guides, telling you to ignore the rational thoughts. To… continue reading → Tulpa

Why tulpamancers should read fiction: 10 easy tips to developing your imagination

Featured · Tulpamancy

In the age of instant gratification, we enjoy only those things that can keep our attention for long enough. If we find a story and it doesn’t hook us up in the first two sentences, we move on to the next best thing. Is it the same with tulpas? Many tulpamancers come to the community… continue reading → Why tulpamancers should read fiction: 10 easy tips to developing your imagination

miss you

Rhymes

I remember your nose I remember your ears I remember your hugs that diminished my fears I remember your skin was so smooth all way down not a single stray hair under your sexy gown I remember your voice I remember your whisper I sit down in dark And imagine you crisper Many years many… continue reading → miss you