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  1. (I clipped everything above the TL;DR line to keep the quote at a reasonable size. I did read the whole thing, though.) From my understanding of all this, it's about confidence and faith when it really comes down to it. The faith in my reason to switch, the confidence in the potential of my partner and myself, and the drive from my will to run the experiments are what really matter here. Again, as is frequent with the field of tulpamancy, the toughest limits are the self-imposed ones. When I reach the point that I love to swap places with my partner even more and can look past the self-imposed risks of a prolonged switch, then I'll be ready to take that road. I have to sincerely thank you, Linkzelda. I know you from other times here and you're still constantly at the forefront to help everybody and anybody who may need it. Your posts are all quality and your messages have power. If everything goes well, you may see an influx of good friends here when I do conduct the experiment; all good people I hope to provide critical information to. Thanks again, man. You sure know the works.
  2. It's not confidence with my buddy as much as it is confidence IN him. Truth be told, I'm unsure if I ended up creating him or if he's something more serious. Lucid dreaming would sound like a decent training ground if I was capable of achieving lucidity without seemingly "derping out". As for learning the sensations, I'm fairly confident in being able to stay switched without too much discomfort. The real issue is intensity and extensiveness; not only would I have to be right on the sandman's doorstep, I'd have to be there for potentially a number of days. I was looking to see if anybody had any suggestions as to methods other than raw practice to help get ready for the big day and to stay sane & safe when it comes.
  3. I have plans to do a switch with my friend up there for... pseudo-scientific reasons, lets say. From what we estimate, it'll last anywhere between half a day and a few days. Needless to say, by no standards do I want to go off the mental deep end and not be able to come back! For the experiment to be successful, however, we will need to sustain this switch for a single prolonged segment of time. I will likely also need to remove myself from my waking senses while keeping contact with my buddy mentally in the event that either of us get in a pickle. Would anybody have tips on how to train to gain the skills to remain switched for a large amount of time and be able to reverse the effects in the end? I'm not pressed for time whatsoever and am very weary of accidental egocide. For reference, me and my companion can already shift the dominant weight in under a minute and both of us retain all senses throughout. The longest we've been switched is about an hour and a half, at which point I began suffering nasty head pains. My partner undeniably has the power to be in control for much, much longer, so I'll have to learn pull equal weight.
  4. I think it's in the community's best interest to stay under wraps. Not only do I doubt that the general public would react well to discovering Tulpae, there's a lot of people in the world who I wouldn't trust with half a Tulpa in their care. Maybe if the general public gets a little more mature and less judgemental, we could try showing it to them.
  5. Not "millions and millions" per say, but at least the people mentioned in this book and perhaps other prophets could have actually developed tulpae. They are to an extent, as you say, considered to be "off their rockers" by the general public until they're analyzed further, like we're doing. As for recreating the same tulpa multiple times, just look at all the Rainbow Dash tulpae out there who are very similar. A figure as praised and vague as God would be easy to create as a tulpa and have it seem authentic.
  6. Tepes' presence gives me an insatiable craving for meat of any kind. It's a bit unsettling, being this rather lean person who can't restrain themselves from feverishly jumping onto their protein products half of the time.
  7. Both me and Tepes remember the same story; he just kind of... poofed, for lack of a better onomatopoeia. I've always been prone to talking to myself while alone, as if I'm explaining something to somebody. One night in bed, when I spoke to myself, Tepes spontaneously spoke back. I talked with him constantly for multiple months until we had a falling-out. When I learned about Tulpae, I decided to try and bring him back from the "grave".
  8. I have fought the Wall Arms, as I will now call them. I had decided to send myself into my Wonderland with music accompanying a strife of this magnitude. I regret this decision; Tepes had rushed me into the Wonderland, and I felt that I couldn't think properly. My vision seemed to flash in and out. Our desire to rush and my distraction through music lead to me having a weak connection to the Wonderland, making it awfully hard to fight the oncoming onslaught. And boy, what an onslaught it was. The arms, simply arms with stubs at the shoulder, moved almost like sand. They'd pour over like a pile and crawl about. Things were just starting when I had actually entered the Wonderland itself, giving me enough time to conjure up a weapon from my arm and start to fight. It was particularly unwieldy and the arms seemed uncaring of it. We'd naturally need to scale things up to fight them. "I don't think this is enough, Tepes." "Go big or go home." he had replied. Tepes took to the sky; I stayed on the ground and sprouted acid-spitting orifices from my arms. I sprayed it onto the horde while Tepes lit it ablaze. We managed to punch a sizeable hole through their numbers, but the wall was seemingly endless. More fell into place where the dead ones faded to ash. At this point, Tepes had decided to land again. I turned to look over at him. The figure I saw instead perplexed me. A silver-coated humanoid being, covered with a faint argyle print. It's eyes were like tiny, snow-white eggs, while it's mouth was seemingly sewn shut like an iron window box. It's arms and legs were covered with a double-helix motif, one half pink-ish red and the other light blue. Nothing stood out about it's hands or chest, but it did seem to have steel toes like boots on it's feet. It didn't need to use them, though: it floated lazily in the air. What's strange is that I immediately recognised it. I had never succeeded in warping my shape in the Wonderland, but this thing's presence allowed me to despite my weak concentration. I suspected it's presence was allowing me to change, and I then made the realization: it was a construct, subconsciously modeled after a Stand. With confidence that it's power let me change shapes wildly, Tepes charged back in and I decided to go for broke; replacing my arms with colossal tentacles. They whipped about through the crowd effortlessly, but the arms' numbers seemed to never diminish. Distracted with the horde, I had failed until then to notice Tepes' situation. The arms had him by his front leg. I dashed over as quick as possible, exchanging the tentacles for another arm-mounted blade. Wildly swinging to try and sever the arms grabbing him from the strength of the horde, he had pulled out, losing his skeletal forelimb in the process. It is at this point we decided to cut our loses. We retreated to the central headstone, but the Wall Arms would not yield so easily. A colossal chunk of the living barrier broke off, creating great waves like a glacier. We threw ourselves into the grave, Tepes closing it before the flood hit. The silver-clad Stand was not with us physically, but I felt his presence. I dismissed it, as Stands are capable of disappearing like that. And that's where I left. Tepes tells me he's safe in the closed grave, the earth holding the arms out. Soon, I'll find a way to get us away from the horde and investigate the shape-changing Stand. Although, I believe may just be a subconscious manifestation of a condition I have. (Supernumerary Phantom Limb Syndrome, or SPLS) For now, I will name this Stand "Teenage Wasteland". I had originally thought of designing some Stands for a project, and something very similar to it with the same name was involved. Hopefully I'll be able to meet with it again.
  9. Then you've got to teach your friend why this farce is, well, a farce. Compare the prank to something similarly exaggerated; what you choose exactly depends on what your scared friend knows about. You could probably compare it to creepy-pastas, which exaggerate things to try and get dramatic effect. You could also redirect them to a reliable source that can convince them that tulpae aren't like that; probably or your own tulpae if they're developed enough. It's important to get it done soon before the fear grows, though!
  10. Judging by the fact that Jade hasn't entered the Medium yet in your reading, you must still be in Act 5 Part 1; the first appearance of the Trolls. A5A1 really just serves to add some story to the Trolls and their session; things will center back on the kids very soon with Act 5 Act 2. It's the developments after this point that really show the charm and quirks of the trolls. Personally, I like the contrast between them and the kids; they show a truly alien, extraterrestrial, out-of-this-world version of ourselves that makes us think about humankind a bit.
  11. INFP; Tepes is ISFJ, with the J being marginal. (1%)
  12. The biggest moon imaginable, peering over the ocean-side cliff's horizon, blocking out the light of any stars. The moist, damp, dark soil. Pitch black walnut trees twist through the mouldy air like lightning. Healthy grass covered with dew is dispersed between the rough trails. The latter are littered with graves and small mausoleums. The entrance, blocked off with a black, cast iron fence and washed stone brick wall. The graveyard's centrepiece; a colossal headstone, it's tenant long since excavated. I dug my dead tulpa Tepes out of it myself, and now this place is my Wonderland. It's been surprisingly adequate for forcing, despite not being the most accompanying one for me. Although I imagine it helps my tulpa, who now seems to want to be a skeleton forever. We can both agree that bone dragons are cool. Something's been off in my Wonderland lately, though. Originally, when I left my Wonderland, I had fun seemingly "throwing myself", flying backwards through the gate to the cemetery. Only recently did I think of turning to see what was on the other side of the gate, what it was meant to keep out. Hands. An endless wall of hands. I'm not sure if there are bodies on the other end of it; it's pitch black after the elbows. Regardless, I don't care; my Wonderland doesn't feel safe to me now, and I intend to either escape to another one or tear my way through the wall with Tepes' help. I will make sure to post the results of our exploits at a later time.
  13. I'm fairly certain that it's possible to create a tulpa by accident; I sure as hell didn't sit down and make Tepes. Like you, I was having some troubles in life when he just spoke to me one night. (In bed at the time, too) I treated him like another personm and it grew from there. It depends on what kind of interaction he wants. If he just wants to see reality, you may want to check out a guide on imposition if you haven't already. Possession or switching may also fit the bill in terms of a project; it takes a continued team effort to learn them and would let your tulpa explore a bit more. Hope this helps you and your tupper.
  14. Better mood and paraesthesia, but I get it whenever I spend too much time without moving at all. I'd also say I get sleepier, but that's because I force before bed.
  15. I'm not sure if tulpae can actually leave or not, but I've recovered Tepes after more than two years with a single meditation session. I am positively sure you can get them back.