Active and passive forcing -- which one is better? Which one will help you to create a tulpa faster? Is it possible to create tulpa only by passive forcing? In this post I will discuss the mind theory behind the forcing, explain how it's similar and different to the Buddhist techniques and give practical advice. When tulpamancers are asked about forcing, they usually say that active forcing is when you actively hang out with your tulpa, in the wonderland or otherwise; while passive forcing is when you keep thinking of your tulpa when you're busy with something else[^cf1]. Furthermore, active forcing is often visuals-oriented -- described as a process of sitting down, closing your eyes and imagining the form of your tulpa, their voice or their interactions.
She stepped through the cracked frame, her glaze pacing left and right, vary of any movement. But there was none. Her heart skipped as beat as she saw her favourite vase of thin Chinese porcelain shattered. The devastation didn’t make any sense. Not in her world. But who-, or whatever caused the calamity, they were… continue reading → The Shadows
My dear friend, Do you remember how it all started for us? Do you remember that sense of belonging? We were a small group back then. We were excited and empowered in what we were doing. We knew we were right and so we were bold. We never looked back, and we pushed the limits… continue reading → A Letter to You
I’m not much active lately. I do lots of things every day; I read stories on scribophile and critique them; I write a short scene every evening; I make the notes in the books I study; I keep up with the daily routine of diary notes; once a week I visit my violin teacher and… continue reading → When the magic is gone
A year of discoveries. A year of advances. A year of indifference. A year of hollowness. 2017 was a long one.
As the year is about to end I present you one more picture of “Shinyuu being busy with work.” Writing is hard and sometimes I need extra motivation to progress. I decided to name a few things on the picture, things I’ve collected in the last few years. Maybe some of those will end up… continue reading → In the Moment
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.
Working with new artists is always fun. You gather all the details about yourself, write a long text description and attach any previous arts, always fighting against a simple fact: they cannot see you. No one can see you the way you see yourself in your mind’s eye, all the arts would forever be the… continue reading → Arts That Define Us
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?
I’m still alive. Still fighting. Still busy with hundreds of various ideas that roam in my mind. But something is missing. It didn’t happen overnight; instead, it was slow progress of detachment. Every day for us was something new, and I opened my mind—young and uncluttered—for a different view on the life. But the daily… continue reading → Somewhere I Belong