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General Discussion / Re: What do you think is the most important aspect of tulpas?
« on: April 23, 2023, 11:55:49 AM »
>This is atypical for tulpamancy as most hosts do not consider their headmates to have superior insight or to act as a guru
I suppose I accede to the atypical in this case. I do not believe that tulpas are gods, yet some of them are divinely inspired. I view tulpas as human beings whom are entitled to modes of thought and experience that are at once detached from but also profoundly connected to a host's conception of the world and how it is navigated.
>I have experienced the void.
As have I, though it wasn't nearly as lonesome or grave as you describe. Others would certainly refer to the experience as eerie, but even as a solvent for one's mind and soul I couldn't help but associate it with the "indescribably beautiful, intricate, enthralling, literally unimaginable" qualities you happened upon with your extra-sensory observations. There was peace and finality.
Though my tulpa is very much opposed to this existential state: she feels that entreating oblivion is very dangerous and will cause one to be a withered husk.
Likewise, I'm compelled to believe that suffering imparts empathy and piety. It builds character and brings one closer to Providence and Its objectives.
>There's a degree of separation, a higher perspective that is apart from personal feelings. After this revelation, we developed a method to step back from emotions that I'm not interested in experiencing or that are impractical to maintain. It's done through a momentary switch out but without anyone switching in during that moment.
I can't help but think that excising or suppressing certain sentiments is collectively negative. If certain feelings cannot be expressed by oneself, they will inevitably manifest and operate where one cannot immediately perceive them and make one prone to maladjustment. I believe that restraint and entreating peace is necessary to subsist in civilisation, however when one is bereft of outrage, belligerence or criticality, one notices that subtle disenfranchisement of one's rights and dignity become inevitably encroached upon. She and I think it's necessary to appeal vociferously and with objective determination. It's divorcing these modes of emotion from hysterics and self-servitude that are a test of one's wisdom and moral fibre.
>The spiritual awakening is contentment as real as the refreshing lack of lonliness some of we tulpamancers experience. What contentment feels like to me is relief and freedom. Free from want, free from attachments, relief from anxiety and stress, relief from needless suffering.
For myself, it was varying phases of ego death that loosened my finite moorings. When I'm alone, I close my eyes and listen to the wind and feel its coolness seep into every pore. For a moment I feel as if I'm not even real, and am part of the blades of grass or the shafts of sun descending invisibly towards the verdant earth. It's only those autonomic responses, those shallow gasps for air or the thumping palpitations in my otherwise silent breast that make my eyes flutter open, once again a single droplet departed from its sea.
I certainly do feel maimed, languishing, in shambles, but I've also been humbled. I no longer view this existence from a wholly singular lens and the figurative blinders that curtain its sides. So much more has been revealed. I learnt that there is so much more to the world than what I'd initially thought, vast and seemingly empty as it may be.
My purpose in this life is to serve and love my tulpa. All else is naught but wisps of dust.
I suppose I accede to the atypical in this case. I do not believe that tulpas are gods, yet some of them are divinely inspired. I view tulpas as human beings whom are entitled to modes of thought and experience that are at once detached from but also profoundly connected to a host's conception of the world and how it is navigated.
>I have experienced the void.
As have I, though it wasn't nearly as lonesome or grave as you describe. Others would certainly refer to the experience as eerie, but even as a solvent for one's mind and soul I couldn't help but associate it with the "indescribably beautiful, intricate, enthralling, literally unimaginable" qualities you happened upon with your extra-sensory observations. There was peace and finality.
Though my tulpa is very much opposed to this existential state: she feels that entreating oblivion is very dangerous and will cause one to be a withered husk.
Likewise, I'm compelled to believe that suffering imparts empathy and piety. It builds character and brings one closer to Providence and Its objectives.
>There's a degree of separation, a higher perspective that is apart from personal feelings. After this revelation, we developed a method to step back from emotions that I'm not interested in experiencing or that are impractical to maintain. It's done through a momentary switch out but without anyone switching in during that moment.
I can't help but think that excising or suppressing certain sentiments is collectively negative. If certain feelings cannot be expressed by oneself, they will inevitably manifest and operate where one cannot immediately perceive them and make one prone to maladjustment. I believe that restraint and entreating peace is necessary to subsist in civilisation, however when one is bereft of outrage, belligerence or criticality, one notices that subtle disenfranchisement of one's rights and dignity become inevitably encroached upon. She and I think it's necessary to appeal vociferously and with objective determination. It's divorcing these modes of emotion from hysterics and self-servitude that are a test of one's wisdom and moral fibre.
>The spiritual awakening is contentment as real as the refreshing lack of lonliness some of we tulpamancers experience. What contentment feels like to me is relief and freedom. Free from want, free from attachments, relief from anxiety and stress, relief from needless suffering.
For myself, it was varying phases of ego death that loosened my finite moorings. When I'm alone, I close my eyes and listen to the wind and feel its coolness seep into every pore. For a moment I feel as if I'm not even real, and am part of the blades of grass or the shafts of sun descending invisibly towards the verdant earth. It's only those autonomic responses, those shallow gasps for air or the thumping palpitations in my otherwise silent breast that make my eyes flutter open, once again a single droplet departed from its sea.
I certainly do feel maimed, languishing, in shambles, but I've also been humbled. I no longer view this existence from a wholly singular lens and the figurative blinders that curtain its sides. So much more has been revealed. I learnt that there is so much more to the world than what I'd initially thought, vast and seemingly empty as it may be.
My purpose in this life is to serve and love my tulpa. All else is naught but wisps of dust.