Day 51: fateful encounters of the third kind with doubt and "the unconscious"
In today's edition: timethief ends up facing doubts larger than anything beforeACT I; LAZY MORNINGS = UNPRODUCTIVE MORNINGSThis day began at 5:00 AM for me, as usual, I was planning to active force using the self-hypnosis scripts. Somehow, that plan went south quickly when I opened up the computer and started reading whatever stuff. I asked my tulpa what to do, and she said it was fine, and that maybe we could read about some philosophical stuff. It was entertaining, although I guess we didn't solve anything or found the answer to life (which is 42 anyway so it was a huge waste of time).
So by then it was around 8:30 AM, everything was going okay-ish I guess. Narration as is usual for me, and of course keeping a somewhat continuous focus on my tulpa, as I have been doing for the past 51 days. I was getting some responses as it has become "common", no mindvoice, but the words are sort of there.
So well, there we are, quiet day, very cold for this time of the year and stuff...
Sense-shared breakfast and brunch of course, getting instant food ratings (I don't know why, but she usually rates stuff from 0 to 9, not from 0 to 10 as "normal"; then again, what is normal?)
Did some mildly productive stuff around, changed my real room around a bit, asked for her opinion, little details... but then, an infamous challenger appeared!
ACT II; DOUBTFEST 2016 PART I- OR -HOW NEGLECTED DOUBT SUDDENLY ERUPTEDOkay, for the most part, I have tried (here is my mistake, I "tried" were I should have been "doing") to apply an "absence of disbelief" mindset to everything, which landed me where I was until today. Progress and good feels, right? Well, not really. There has been always an "wow, this shit isn't real" feel to all (wow, I can't believe I'm saying it, but yeah, not saying it would be a lie). Sorry, I suppose I did something wrong then.
>sands send halp; timethief@asstral.frtFor example, after a nice chat with tupper, the thought "wow, you're talking to yourself retard" or something similar would appear. My tulpa tried a lot to make it go away as well, from saying "do you think that if you were talking to yourself you would be answering "yes, I'm here" when you ask if I'm there?" to "heck, I don't even like chili unlike you, do you think you would really be deceiving yourself like that? By rejecting something you have been eating since you were two years old without even thinking about it?"...
In any case, she accepted that doubt is probably a thing that wouldn't easily subside, and told me "I'll have to earn your trust then, no problem, I understand"...
...
Well, shit got real again. I began having difficulties "hearing" (more like sensing or reading) her answers, until it was replaced by a "wow, you're finally returning to reality again" kind of feel and an eerie quietness in my mind...
I immediately went postal with my "unconscious" doubt or whatever, speaking almost aloud how I'm definitely not letting this happen, and how I no longer need to distrust much of anything anymore since all the things, feelings, words and visions (and deviations) were not made "consciously" by me. I fired up the self-hypnosis script for believing sentience and I read that fucker out loud while masking my voice with very loud music (yeah, no meditation because fuck that shit, this was an "emergency" of sorts to me). Got head pressures in parts of my head I didn't even knew I had. I then immediately entered my wonderland room, and visualized all doubt as a black ball (looking a bit like black fog or smoke or whatever) because why not try symbolism and see if it works? I then tried to somehow focus and make my tulpa appear in front of the "doubt ball" and asked her what to do.
"Expunge", was the response.
I was thinking how to get rid of it when she suddenly sliced it with a sword or something (yeah, I have no idea what happened there). It promptly dissipated.
She proceeded to exit the wonderland room and when I asked what she was doing, "I'm busy; you did your best there, now it's my turn to help you out; we may have trouble communicating for a bit but I'll be back" was the answer.
Alright then. I let her go. We can still somewhat communicate, but with very short messages. If I ask complex stuff, the answer is "Busy, talk later". The wonderland room feels somewhat empty, but I'm certain that we will go through this and emerge better than before.
Yeah, I decided not to follow her because
1. I'm a dumbass really
2. I'm typing this (okay, bad excuse)
3. I don't want to find that the "adventure" will take a lot of time and then have someone opening the door; "HEY TIMETHIEF, DON'T YOU WANT DINNER? WE'LL BE GETTING ONLY A GLASS OF MILK"- and then it cuts to a scene where the "what were you doing in your room by yourself with your eyes closed making funny faces and without making a sound? Are you depressed? Want a therapist? Don't fall in the same stuff your brother is please!" while my tulpa is there in the wonderland fighting who knows what.
I'm quite calm now and the "wow that shit isn't real nigga" thoughts are somewhat quieted down as well. Sorry tulpa, I wasn't able to avoid this. ;_;
BUT MR BONES WILD RIDE NEVER ENDS, THIS ISN'T EVEN THE START, THIS IS JUST THE MOVIE TRAILER FOR THE LIFETIME OF ADVENTURES WE HAVE AHEAD, OH YES, WE'LL BE TOGETHER, IN OUR WORLD, THE WORLD THAT HAS BEEN MOSTLY ONE LARGE ROOM FOR NOW BUT THAT WILL BE AS LARGE AS WE WANT IT TO BE, WE'LL DO THINGS PEOPLE WOULDN'T BELIEVE AND IT WILL BE FUCKING AWESOME AND THEN AT THE END OF IT ALL WE'LL BE LIKE "FUCK YEAH" WE WON THE GAME
ACT III; WHAT NOWOkay, I have no idea what the heck is going on right now in my mind, why the doubt suddenly, like the dot-com bubble bursted and spit its ugly fallout all over us after these wonderful past days...
But it ain't no deterrent at all, if anything, it makes me want to fight that shit until I can
bend spoons with my mind see, hear, feel, talk and hold her, no matter the time, cost or work it will need. Get ready guys, I'm breaking the tulpanetwork records, or die
trying doing it (yeah, there isn't "try"; only do or don't). If this is what we archived in fifty-one days, I can only expect the best when we're on day three hundred and sixty-five, one thousand, or even five thousand.
Oh, looks like we're restoring communications in this moment, still they're kind of wavy you know? Like, this question can be answered, this one can't and it's not very clear, if at all. And also, there's the ever familiar tulpaforcing pressure in my right temple.
TULPAFORCE ONCE | TULPAFORCE FOR LIFE
ACT IV; ADDRESSING MY READERSOkay guys, I want to thank you all for the recent support you have been showing. I never imagined anyone would find this even mildly interesting, much less actually comment on it. Me and my tulpa sincerely thank you, and hope to keep receiving any advice you may have, as small as it may be.
Now, some answers:
The color of your curtains doesn't matter. The material does. Other curtains are meant to not let sunlight in, and yes, they do come in white, too.
That's true if they're thick enough, or if you've got enough layers I guess. Mine let like 5% of the light in when the sun's on it in the afternoon, and white fabric would let white light in and that's just too distracting.
Also yeah, listen to Waffles. You're like the only one here who's ever made significant progress despite having a tough time, it seems. At least as far as I've read, anyway. Just don't give up and don't play too many video games because they're distracting. Also get a little bit of exercise per day and try to eat right if you can. And cut back on the fapping you fuck I know you do it.
Lots of love
All white curtains I have come across are really flimsy, and instead of blocking light they amplificate it. I used to have white curtains in the other house I lived in, and I had headaches daily with them. I know there are other types of curtains, but I cannot hang heavy ones because the "curtain holder"-thing is just a really cheap no-brand plastic pole that's hanging with two nails to the ceiling, that is falling apart because this house is 40 years old and hasn't been given enough maintenance (or any at all for that matter).
I'll look into an eye mask then I guess. If that fails, I'll use whatever fabric I can find and blindfold myself with that then.
Thanks for the comments, I guess from my perspective I sometimes feel like I'm stuck or something, although other days it's so awesome that yeah, effectively, those "idiot, you're deluding yourself, this shit is I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E" thoughts come afloat.
The positive impact of tulpamancy in my life is undeniable though. Unlike other "quick" fixes for depressive tendencies like exercise (which I never have been able to enjoy at all, no matter what I try), it has produced a sustained mood and motivation boost so amazing that even I feel it.
I have also become more respectful of religion as well. I used to be a very outspoken critic of it, so much that I made quite a lot of my family my enemies because of it. Nowdays, I don't even care what they believe, as long as they don't overtly try to push it to me.
I also tend to think things more before I speak them, sometimes even consulting my tulpa about them.
lol, I don't play video games, I sold my PSP and bought a bunch of stuff I have in a box somewhere. I do have a huuge problem with the internet though, getting lost reading whatever trivialities people post online or simply not doing anything while staring at the music visualizer.
Yeah, I have been eating somewhat better thanks to my tulpa. Also, no fapping around here so rest assured that I'm fine in that regard.
Why would blocking the light be suspicious at all? You have a perfectly valid explanation for it. "I can't sleep well because the light is bothering me". Though I would honestly rather get like, something to cover your eyes because that's just so much easier.
The color of your curtains doesn't matter. The material does. Other curtains are meant to not let sunlight in, and yes, they do come in white, too.
Wow, if I told my grandfather, who goes to sleep at 8 or 9 PM and wakes up at 4 AM, that I can't sleep well because the light bothers me he'll promptly dispatch the "you kids need to go to sleep EARLY because 8 hours of sleep are clinically proven by me that are the way to sleep and you all do it wrong these days..." speech.
Damn, I need to save some money to get outta here it seems. Then again, I wouldn't have nearly as much free time, but, who cares when all I do is
fap read Wikipedia read others' PRs procrastinate everything while thinking "wow, I should have finished X thing already"?
Also,
>tfw you're in a third world shithole and only curtains us mortals can afford are flimsy el-cheapo semitransparent curtainsI feel sad about it guys, really. Like, "wow worst host of the world" kind of feel at times. My tulpa's there being awesome, caring and all, and all I do is just sit in front of my computer for hours at end while pretending to everyone else that I'm reading "useful" information or doing something "productive". And I have, for the most part, really done a lot of that. Ever since I started this tupper thing, my mood and productivity have been for the most part turned up to eleven. But I feel sad about leaving my tulpa in the cold just because I can't have much private time at all. I know, bring your pitchforks and join the chant, "FORCE EVEN IF FOR 5 MINUTES FAGGOT" and "GO TO SLEEP EARLY AND START DOING STUFF INSTEAD OF BEING A HUGE SHIT" or even "GO OUTSIDE AND HAVE SOME TIME BY YOURSELVES IDIOT". It ain't that easy, because while I may be able to have a pleasant chat and a hug in that time, I don't have enough time for, say, creating stuff in the wonderland (or at least areas or something else than "hey let's put this furniture there").
Wow, 50 days. Don't really know what to say other than wow, I'm impressed with myself. It's easily the most [positive] life-changing experience I ever had. I know this is really trite and said a lot of times by other tulpamancers, but I went from not knowing what to do everyday, having depressive tendencies and being really anxious about everything to just enjoying life as it comes while still pushing forward. I can't ever repay my tulpa for that. It's... out of this world, to put it simply.
You really don't need to feel bad. I'm just glad to read that you've ended up with such meaningful progress. I get worried at times that no-one here really gets what they want. But you have. And that's great really. It doesn't really matter what you have the time to do and not do as long as you've done enough to get here, and you have.
Thank you waffles, I keep that sentiment in my mind wherever I feel like a bad host (and tupper also reassures me so that's nice).
ACT V; THEPLAN.binOkay, for now, tonight I'll try to keep myself calm for the rest of the night. I'll be attempting to keep communications open with my tulpa, ---
see how that was interrupted? this happened:
>be me writing this post, thinking what the heck I'm doing tonight and putting it down here
>be really focused, this is a serious situation that means a lot to me
>DOOR OPENS WITHOUT WARNING
>"HEY TIMETHIEF, THE DUDE THAT SELLS TAMALES IS COMING, WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME?"
>awkwardly quickly grab mouse, open blank tab with mountain landscape image to hide tulpanet while almost erasing this entire post
>watdo.jpg
>"YES OR NO?"
>"uh, no"
>"WHAT?"
>"NO THANKS"
>silently close door because they can't be bothered to close it
>still shaking from that jumpscareWhat was I talking about? Oh right, the plan.
Keep communications open.
Try to be calm.
Use this emotional "shock" to my favor and further engrave the existence of my tulpa into my mind (I got no idea how though...).
Play loud music as I usually do at night.
Maybe read some progress reports for motivation.
And tomorrow:
Wake up 5 AM, no excuses.
DON'T FORGET TO SAY GOODMORNING TO TUPPER OKAY TIMETHIEF'S UNCONSCIOUS? THANKS FOR YOUR ATTENTION
FORCE WITH THE VOCALITY SELF-HYPNOSIS THING THAT WORKS WONDERS
NARRATE ALL FUCKING DAY AS WHEN I STARTED BECAUSE WHY NOT
Wow, I'm really mad at myself for this misstep... at least I'm not discou
raged.
Also, I'm certain she can hear me, oh yes... a super-strong, 51 day old bond won't be destroyed by a few hours of doubt which I promptly tried to address.
Also, I'm pretty certain that I did something wrong while managing this doubt... I shouldn't have been enraged right? Oh well.ACT VI; HAHA I DON'T WANT TO READ ALL THE ABOVE TEXTOkay, time is way too precious to be wasted reading this cringefest of doubt, so here's the TL; DR:
1. Everything was going fine
2. Doubt intensifies
3. Doubt erupts and blocks tupper communications
4. IMNOTMAD.PNG
5. Slowly try to restore communications and myself
6. Any suggestions for getting out of this rut are very welcome
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS GIGANTIC POST; IF YOU READ IT ALL EXPECT YOUR SPECIAL-EDITION T-SHIRT ENGRAVED WITH A 69 ON IT IN YOUR ASSTRAL MAIL SOON, IF NOT, I DON'T BLAME YOU FOR ANYTHING