spooky stuff

[solarchariot]

I have frequently considered 'creativity' as a pathway to improved health. Some of that is that I like narrative therapy and 'talk therapy,' and journaling and writing is recognized pathways for improved mental health, and improved mental health usually translates into improved physical health, and then there are the extremely rare, but still statistically significant unexplained, total remission of illness, and placebo effects, and so I am interested if people who are successful in creating tulpas have generally improved health, and maybe we have to define improved health... but here is what got thinking of this today, which is spooky, in itself...

 

So, I was reading something where someone basically said what I said in my first sentence above: I've long felt there's a transformative power in that kind of creative commitment, as if the harder you work the deeper you often go..."

 

You can read the whole article and tell me if I am taking it out of context, I don't think I am, but it's interesting read, because one, it seems to me to be evidence for at minimum 'telepathy,' but holds the promise of more profound parapsychological or metaphysical implications...

 

https://secretsun.blogspot.com/2012/08/mindbomb-john-carter-pkd-and-face-on.html

 

Now, I got there because I heard something and googled something about a 1959 comic book titled "the face on mars" which was well before NASA's famous picture 'the face on mars" which was sometime in the seventies. That interests me, just because, well, that's weird, but is completely in the realm of plausible coincedences, humans being humans... except, when you start down the rabbit hole and start connecting the dots and finding more and more coincidences... well, I don't know. I see meaning, and maybe it doesn't necessarily mean what I think it means or want it to mean, but then, I have done something that very few people have done: tulpamancy! If this isn't a creative process that has brought improved condition into my life, I don't know what is, and though I accept the argument that what happens in the wonderlands is just that, even if I agreed with that a hundred percent, I can't say that the effects of that engagement doesn't translate into real world outcomes...

 

If you get nothing out of this but a fun read, well here it is. Good morning!

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"But the transformation is more subtle and elusive. It's as if the creator reaches a state in which creativity pierces a boundary most of us never realize exists...." from the same article. (I am slow reader sometimes... (quoted from the same articles as above...)) again, this author isn't speaking of tulpas or wonderland, but I am translating going to a wonderland is piercing a boundary.... "At the other side are entities which wait to communicate with those who've earned the right to do so... With Ernst and Moore, those entities are transformed into whimsical trickster figures, Loplop and Glycon. With Kirby and Dick there seemed to be an obsession with communication with alien entities, usually by means of telepathy."

[Guest]

It seems in context if you look for it. The themes expressed are the very same echoed hundreds of times in other works i've studied.

 

Darn those scientists and psychologists for explaining it all away with mass illusions, and pareidolia over and over.

 

The truth of the matter is explained at least to my satisfaction by my story of the man who moved a mountain with his pen. (Or was it an adaptation of a scene from Spongebob that i'd forgotten i'd seen?)

 

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The wise man moved the mountain with a stroke of a pen, but no one believed him, so they moved the town to avoid its path.

 

[Note: If someone could move a mountain with a pen, and he had no proof that he did it, no one would believe him. So they would rather go to great efforts in moving an entire town than to consider for a moment that he might be telling the truth. This is similar to any self-proclaimed metaphysical powers.]

 

So his friend asked, "why not just move the mountain again, in front of everyone?"

 

The wise man argued, “they still wouldn't believe me."

 

[Note: You see, the mountain is in no danger of moving again unless it is the man's will, but they (the town folk or scientific community) will never believe that. At the same time it is both ridiculous for a mountain to move on its own as with a pen. Yet the mountain did move, so they must move the town to avoid it.

 

They wouldn't believe him if he repeated it in front of them because it would only prove that the mountain is still moving. Thus justifying the move of the town.  (Of course his prediction of the exact time, direction, distance, the mountain would move is surely a coincidence.)]

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Metaphysics is a very personal thing then. Even to say any procedure or artifact of an action is metaphysical or paranormal unless it is clearly repeatable. So everyone can carve like this, or it's some sort of legendary fake cast or something.

 

Found a teacup in a two million year old rock layer? Well, you better find 5 more by five other independent archeologists across the globe to 'prove' that people made teacups two million years ago.

 

Find a living frog encased in a geode? Well... you get my drift.

 

How about you discover that the 'ancient pyramids' are just a little more ancient. Hm, better leave the history of ancient Egypt to the scholars, Johnny.

 

So in the medeteranian evening of the moonless sky, I'll be happy to master telepathy next to my time-traveling Delorean whilst i sip waters of the fountain of youth from a cup of some lost civilization and gaze apon the beauty of Atlantis, all the while, their own Colossus, lit by ancient egyption electric light, eyes the rueful play of Fuzanglong dragons and Zeta Reticulians bottomlit by a glorious display of Greek fire on the bay... in wonderland for now.

[solarchariot]

What if tulpas exhist for everyone, but we, the disciplined, earned the right to speak with 'entities?'

 

PS, it was a sparkplug, not a teacup... :)

[Guest Reilyn-Alley]

What if you accidentally make a tulpa called "the universe" and spend time waiting for it to talk back? :P

 

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination... Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution." - Albert Einstein

[solarchariot]

The Universe has spoken, and her name is Reilyn!

[Ranger]

I don't think I'm an alien telepathically communicating with Cat. If I were able to talk to Cat using telepathy, what's stopping me from telepathically communicating with anyone else? Also, why don't I remember who I am as an alien, assuming that were the case?

 

The imagination helps people process things, it makes sense to me that it would improve people's well being if they knew how to apply it in a healthy way. The draw back however is while the imagination can be a source of healing, it can be the axe that chops away at their well being, such as imagining the worst-case-scenario of everything and becoming depressed and anxious. Learning how to use it can also be a tool, but like a chain saw, a good tool can be dangerous if the user doesn't know what they're doing. This argument was to play devil's advocate against the best possible case of the imagination healing people.

 

A face on mars sounds like it was inspired by the fascination of stone faces in general. It's a common theme of the author's comics after all. I also know that it's really natural for people to find faces in fuzzy imagery, and it seems to me that these events are more in isolation as any comic writer could just so happen to obsess over stone faces, and even more likely someone will look at a bunch of pictures of mountain range, look at the shadows, and go "oooh! a face!" I suppose the more interesting question is how many people obsess over faces in stone, and how likely is it any one comic cartoonist would pick up on that obsession.

[Guest]

I love stone faces! Also SC, it was a lot of things, tea cup, hammer, screws, the sparkplug off a reasonable truck that was reasonably in the area, while they were reasonably using cement type products witnin a reasonable vacinity of the stone where it was found. What's unreasonable is dismissing every eye witness testimonial of things, even when there are tens of thousands of them, but oh well.

 

Some can be explained, most may be explained over time, some are ignored and some are lied about to protect funding.

[solarchariot]

I don't think I'm an alien telepathically communicating with Cat. If I were able to talk to Cat using telepathy, what's stopping me from telepathically communicating with anyone else? Also, why don't I remember who I am as an alien, assuming that were the case?

 

The imagination helps people process things, it makes sense to me that it would improve people's well being if they knew how to apply it in a healthy way. The draw back however is while the imagination can be a source of healing, it can be the axe that chops away at their well being, such as imagining the worst-case-scenario of everything and becoming depressed and anxious. Learning how to use it can also be a tool, but like a chain saw, a good tool can be dangerous if the user doesn't know what they're doing. This argument was to play devil's advocate against the best possible case of the imagination healing people.

 

A face on mars sounds like it was inspired by the fascination of stone faces in general. It's a common theme of the author's comics after all. I also know that it's really natural for people to find faces in fuzzy imagery, and it seems to me that these events are more in isolation as any comic writer could just so happen to obsess over stone faces, and even more likely someone will look at a bunch of pictures of mountain range, look at the shadows, and go "oooh! a face!" I suppose the more interesting question is how many people obsess over faces in stone, and how likely is it any one comic cartoonist would pick up on that obsession.

 

The argument from the devil's advocate position is actually a well structured argument. I mean , how many of us actually use the computational power of our computers and cell phones to their full potentiality, much less our own brains, because we're not really taught to use it or explore improving it as much as we are encouraged to emulate and regurgitate, and if we stray into day dream mode we get our knuckles whacked by a teacher telling us to stay focused...

 

I don't have a thought out answer to your argument against tulpas being aliens, or even spirits, and your argument is the same as Loxy's argument, that if she were that and speaking telepathy, she would at least be able to contact other tulpamancers might be generally more open to such an experience, except the contextual confinement of those relationships block other interaction... there may be a frequency to noise ratio problem of being able to reduce the static of thought to get clarity of signal... I don't know. But I do know I read things like that and I get really excieted like 'Oh there's something here" like that suitcase with the gold light in pulp fiction, and though we never get to see what's in the case, I am very hopeful...

[Guest LanceReilyn]

There was a time I tried studying up on camouflage for paintball games.. Read a lot about how the human eye is really good at picking out the human shape (even if it seems barely there, or more on-topic, wasn't intended to be there at all) and the whole goal of camouflage is to add distortions and break up the outline and recognizable patterns. Someone who painted their face completely black will be more visible than someone who only painted several lines in different woodland "tiger stripe" colors because it breaks up the pattern and lines of the face better. Same thing with clothing. That's why the big old swamp-thing looking ghillie suit is the superior cammo (when appropriate for the area) because it completely alters the human form.

 

EDIT: Might have something to do with us being able to recognize human faces and generic people shapes right from infant hood. Provided they are close enough for said infant to actually make them out anyway.