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

Peace of Mind in Multiples

Featured · Tulpamancy

It’s nice to have a happy and lovely tulpa in your head, someone who’s eagerly waiting for you to take a break and spend some time in wonderland with them. Tulpas are often deemed as best helpers and supporters, always vouching for their hosts. Sounds like a perfect companionship, eh? But it’s not all the truth. Tulpas, like all the other personalities, accumulate the baggage of emotions. The baggage of doubts, stray thoughts. They develop their own subconscious, feeding it with wants and hates, year after year as they progress on their own separate path of development.

Our Crazy Little Bubble

Experiences · Featured · Tulpamancy

You never think something like this would ever matter. Until it does. Until it hits you right in your heart, kicks you, fills you up with pain and uncertainty about who you are. And then you're full of hatred towards someone else for them only pretending they understand you; playing with you and nodding to your words only to turn away in disgust when they face the "real" you; one they prefer to see as real, at least. The sad truth is that they are hurt no less. By your words. By your actions. By you trying to be not who you are. Bloody hard to be a tulpa.