Slowpokes general

[Avalanche]

To force, or not to force?

That is the question.

Whether 'tis better to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous mental barriers to focus

or to take arms against a sea of IRC posts and thread updates

and by opposing, end them?

[Guest Anonymous]

The irc, how high can one be?

To sit through the constant sea of meme.

What has been spoken has already been.

A force of nature, a pox on the brain.

 

Excluding last night's radio show of course, that was pretty alright.

[Avalanche]

Claudius on not being able to force properly:

 

"My offence is rank

it smells to heaven!

It hath the primal eldest curse upon't—

A tulpa's rejection. Pray can I not,

Though inclination be as sharp as will."

 

Hamlet, Act 3, scene 3, 36–39

probably.

[Guest Anonymous]

Those with trouble visualizing a wonderland/tulpa:

 

"Dim vales- and shadowy floods-

And cloudy-looking woods,

Whose forms we can't discover

For the tears that drip all over."

 

Edgar Allen Poe

Fairy-Land (1-4)

[Avalanche]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one tulpaforcer, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was weird and probably made you a schizoid,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I marked the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

As I will have gone insane from making a super imaginary friend.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Because I have gone insane.

Bathsalts and engine transmission.

 

-Robert Frost, poet, tulpaforcer

---

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Such as tulpae for instance. You ever heard of those things?

You should look them up bro, you seem like the clingy type.

I mean you wanted to kill yourself when I died at the end of our play?

What the hell dude. Just make a tulpa, stop being a foreveralone.

[Guest Anonymous]

Because I could not stop for Shin,

He kindly stopped for me;

The chest symbol held but just ourselves

And an entire solar system.

 

I slowly pummeled him, he knew no haste,

And I had put away

My labor, and my leisure too,

For his awakening.

 

We cut down the school, where children strove

By recess, they were all dead;

We absorbed the fields of gazing grain,

We absorbed the setting sun.

 

Or rather, he consumed us;

The dews grew quivering and chill,

For only gossamer my possession of him,

My bruised face only tulle.

 

We paused before a tulpa that seemed

A swelling of the ground;

The form was scarcely visible,

The beaten being but a mound.

 

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each

Feels shorter than the day

I first surmised Fede's tones made me parinoid

Our weapon minds toward eternity.

 

Emily Dickinson, power gamer, dealer of tough love. In no intentional way relating to kadoh.

[Avalanche]

 

Emily Dickinson, power gamer, dealer of tough love. In no intentional way relating to kadoh.

 

Well of course. What would make me think otherwise?

[Winter]

 

Still narrating constantly? Do you only narrate mentally or out loud as well?

Have you managed to get more accurate head pressure communication yet?

 

Fellow slowpoke, doing these things helped me. May you find these suggestions helpful.

Even if you are speaking aloud, you could speak louder and more forcefully. Lucid dreaming forcing helped, I recommend it.

You could double think yourself into believing that you parroting is really your tulpa talking, never doubt yourself, build confidence in the both of you, and then your tulpa naturally takes over because it has been talking all along.

Binaural beats were an aid in focusing, have you tried them yet?

 

If all else fails, you could go Fede style and parrot constantly until your tulpa decides to speak up. It sort of worked that way for Atasco, and he possesses his host all the time, sometimes too often, hehhe. If you're unaware of this person, check it out.

 

If nothing different works, do everything you already do, but harder! Once more, with feeling!

 

 

 

Right over there. It has that delicious

deathly poisonous even in small quantities industrial chemical that people have been joking about taking recreationally

flavour we've all been hearing so much about in it. ヽ（・＿・；)ノ

 

I try to narrate often but my enthusiasm has suffered a major downturn. I'm never alone so I can't narrate aloud. I've had some success with meeting my tulpa in lucid dreams but it's going slowly. Fede's method just worries me.

[Guest Anonymous]

Never alone? Not even before going to bed or early in the morning? In the shower? If anyone asks, you were singing to yourself. Hmm, if Fede's style worries you, you can either get over that worrying, or avoid that method, because that feeling is likely to cause trouble.

 

I have the feeling that my tulpa is becoming becoming a prankster. We were planning on getting some good forcing done in a lucid dream, and when I eventually realized that I was dreaming, I was suddenly overcome by that falling feeling that awakens one from dream. This has happened before, but always there was an actual fall accompanying the feeling. This time, I was standing still in a void, but I felt like I was pushed. Felt like I was slammed into my body when I woke up. Heard giggling too. Doubt levels are decreasing rapidly.

[Winter]

Never alone? Not even before going to bed or early in the morning? In the shower? If anyone asks, you were singing to yourself. Hmm, if Fede's style worries you, you can either get over that worrying, or avoid that method, because that feeling is likely to cause trouble.

 

I have the feeling that my tulpa is becoming becoming a prankster. We were planning on getting some good forcing done in a lucid dream, and when I eventually realized that I was dreaming, I was suddenly overcome by that falling feeling that awakens one from dream. This has happened before, but always there was an actual fall accompanying the feeling. This time, I was standing still in a void, but I felt like I was pushed. Felt like I was slammed into my body when I woke up. Heard giggling too. Doubt levels are decreasing rapidly.

 

Living with old people sucks. It seems to me like Fede's method would produce servitors.