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.
A wonderland is a place where we escape from reality. It’s a place where tulpas sometimes live, building it brick by brick with their imagination. Wonderlands are imagined worlds, as small as a couch, as big as a universe. We want to enjoy living, even though, at times, reality doesn’t bring us enough of that joy. At those times we escape the world and dive into our wonderlands, to the places, carefully crafted to our liking. We are not alone there. The worlds live, inhabited by ghosts of people, animals, talking furniture and whatnot. Our imagination brings them to life. For some people, wonderlands live even when they don’t focus on them specifically. Wonderlands are also a place where hosts and tulpas commonly interact, do things they’d enjoy doing in real life. Chat and have fun. Yet, sometimes, we want a company of another “real” person in that perfect mental world of ours. Someone we don’t know as intimately as we do our mental co-habitants. But the wonderland is secure, hidden in our mind. There’s no way to invite someone over unless you start to think of telepathy or astral projection, which most people don’t believe in. So, there’s no way to share those amazing experiences. Or is there?
Writing. It’s so simple, yet, sometimes, so hard. You struggle, trying to find words. Hit the keys on the keyboard. Delete. Type more. It’s so different when you write with ink. Fountain pens are beautiful instruments. Curve after curve, the ink flows, and so does your fantasy, your imagination. A word comes to a word,… continue reading → Ink Flows as the Mind Wills
Contents ForewordTulpamancer Gender & SexualityAfterwordList of Charts Foreword I’m back to entertain you with more statistics, assumptions, and conclusions. You can read the previous part here: Libido Analysis. Tulpamancer Gender & Sexuality Today we will dissect tulpamancer genders. This section doesn’t contain any data on tulpas, we are focusing on their hosts. What is the… continue reading → Census 2016—Genders and Sexuality
The topic that was raised recently in the community—how is tulpamancer’s libido comparing to tulpas?
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The second part of "why not" series focuses on working on a tulpa's mind form.
This is first of a few shorts about various tulpamancy practices. I want to focus on debunking few ideas and try to reason on why they can make sense at the same time. This first post is about developing a tulpa's personality.
It was a while since I raised the topic of tulpa and sex. The last post on the matter—[Considerations of Intercourse for Tulpae](/2015/10/considerations-of-intercourse-for-tulpae/) was the most popular post on my blog ever for almost a year. People are curious about tulpae and sexuality. I made a further research on this topic, and today I’m going to present my new findings.
How would one explain what are they? How is it to justify your own existence? The question "what is a tulpa" was raised numerous times on the dedicated forums, chats and newsgroups; people author scientific papers about them. Thousands of words written to explain the phenomena. Could it be defined simpler? One day I woke… continue reading → On Tulpae