Shui September 21, 2013 September 21, 2013 Sometimes I do things like that. Words just come out of my mouth with no conscious thought on my part. I've noticed it a lot at work, when I speak to people on the phone -- sometimes I'll have a whole conversation with someone without being aware of it, while I'm thinking about something else. It seems to happen a lot more when I'm a different state of mind, like being near sleep. When I don't have a script memorized, for the things people are saying to me, it could be almost anything coming out of my mouth. In particular, I remember going downstairs once as a kid just after waking up. There was the last bit of a two-liter pepsi in the fridge, and I drank the last of it directly out of the bottle. As I set the bottle down, I said to no one in particular, "That's proof of the house!" I have no idea what that meant. I don't know what causes it, except that it happens when you're tired or otherwise in an unusual state of mind. It might come from an emotional desire to speak without the cognition having caught up. "'Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you.'"
Rehydration September 21, 2013 Author September 21, 2013 Huh. Well that's interesting but a bit confusing. Anyway, I found some neat concentration music that I think would help: http://freeplaymusic.com/volumedetail.aspx?volume=413 Try Stable and Warm Winds, or Reindeer Walking on Snow. Tulpa: Misty DOB: August 12, 2013 Relative Age: 15 Actual age: 11 months . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —
Ashmo September 22, 2013 September 22, 2013 I'm going to try one of these when I active force later today. Normally I find an astral projection track on youtube and then add some binarual beats from mynoise, but lately they've been relaxing me so much I drift off and get nothing accomplished other than a few minutes of hanging out and a bit of interesting dreaming.
Rehydration September 22, 2013 Author September 22, 2013 September 22, 2013 The other day I got distracted by a random train of thought and within minutes was just sitting on the couch, thinking. When I finally snapped out of it, I realized that I was hearing imaginary binaural beats. Weird things happen in my life. Also, I had a hard time focusing on Sunday school this morning, mostly because of the way the teacher was droning. So I got distracted, and then I got random dizzy rushes, again. I figured out that when Misty gives me dizzy rushes, she doesn't like what I'm doing. So I told her, This is something very interesting and helpful to me. If you don't like it, I'm just going to have to ignore you. Immediately there was a hot, searing pain in my right temple, seemingly out of nowhere. So I kept Misty at the front of my mind for the last fifteen minutes. Then we went to the sermon. I think she fell asleep in my mind. Tulpa: Misty DOB: August 12, 2013 Relative Age: 15 Actual age: 11 months . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —
Rehydration September 24, 2013 Author September 24, 2013 September 24, 2013 I didn't get anything done yesterday, but today was a different story. Misty was at the very front of my mind in Language Arts, Social Studies, and Algebra 1 today, but shrank back into the back of my mind in Science and Music. Science and Music are her two least favorite classes. Right now she's at the front of my mind, watching me type. (Presumably.) Oh, wait! There was something yesterday. I was on a Google Docs chat with some of my online friends yesterday, and they started to argue, and Misty was giving me a MASSIVE headache during the whole thing. Then things calmed down, but she was still there, watching. Tulpa: Misty DOB: August 12, 2013 Relative Age: 15 Actual age: 11 months . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —
Ashmo September 24, 2013 September 24, 2013 She seems to be very against conflict. Bud is much the same way, he's a gentle, sensitive soul. I always love reading your progress reports because of how you incorporate her into your every day life. You're making tulpamancing a part of your life style and I think that's what you really need to do to help them flourish as a sentient being.
Rehydration September 24, 2013 Author September 24, 2013 :) Thanks--I'll keep that in mind. Tulpa: Misty DOB: August 12, 2013 Relative Age: 15 Actual age: 11 months . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —
Rehydration September 25, 2013 Author September 25, 2013 September 24, 2013 The headaches continued, but for now, I think it's safe to assume that Misty is asleep. Good night, everyone! Tulpa: Misty DOB: August 12, 2013 Relative Age: 15 Actual age: 11 months . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —
Rehydration September 28, 2013 Author September 28, 2013 September 28, 2013 Let's see... Not a lot happened through the past four days, but I have come up with a way to bring Misty to the front of my mind. I have a wonderland now, but it's pretty small. I limited the space just so I don't have to bring up a motherload of land in my mind every time I want to interact with Misty. It's pretty much a small cavern about the size of two or three average bedrooms. Again, not very big, but enough room that Misty can do things with. The mouth of the cavern doesn't have an opening, just a glass panel that Misty can see what I'm doing through. That and the very back of the cavern are separated by a retractable wall with an iron door much like the ones in Minecraft, except it's life-size. The door can actually open with a push, though, unlike the game version, but so far I've only had my wonderland for two or three days, so we haven't used it often; I mostly just retract the wall so Misty can get through it if she wants. Yesterday I was in the cavern with Misty and wanted her at the front of my mind, so I retracted the wall to let her in, and she woke up from her sleep to crawl over and put her head in my lap. She closed her eyes and fell asleep again. ^w^ Then there was pressure near my left temple, which I assumed meant love/contentedness. Tulpa: Misty DOB: August 12, 2013 Relative Age: 15 Actual age: 11 months . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Hope" is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —
Ashmo September 29, 2013 September 29, 2013 I like the sound of your wonderland. It sounds like a nice little place ^_^
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