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Bazil

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    A deranged sleep paralysis victim im looking to make a tulpa to create some order in my life. And for general bro op
  1. Sometimes when i would force or just sit in silence i would hear strange sound effects or ghost noises. These moments were so brief however tgat it could be said they didnt happen at all...i havent forced for a couple days since my return home and i shall resume the sessions.
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    Tulpa stories

    I dont know if this goes here but anyways, i was wondering if you guys had stories starring or involving tulpa ( or tulpa like beings) in some way. Of course we have the creepy pasta but is there more? How bout we post such stories in this thread and make oc as well. This isnt mine but i loved it and it motivated me to create a tulpa http://www.scribd.com/mobile/doc/40929197 Its called "king beau of the quiet place" a delightful dark fantasy about a little girl and her anti hero "imaginary friend". I cant wait to tell theese stories to the children.
  3. Well asode from the no friends part (i can only count them on my hand) i too feel that having a perma friend will be the best thing ever. No longer will i fear losing friends and will just go all out on my opinions and terrible views on life. No fucks will be given but ill be handing out plenty of "fuck you"s
  4. Well thanks tarifather apreciate the critisism and apologize again for the spelling errors. And now for my next entry. I have to say im a very indecisive person as damien deviated again this time his skin turned green, his nose fell off, and his eyes turned white. He resembles a pirate zombie and...im okay with this. Then i became uncertain as while it would be cool to havee a zombie tulpa i wondered would he become stupid? Would he only be able to comunicate with moans. This gave me cause to retun to his original form that was the dorian grey character but now with two forms in my mind i am now concerned that i may have created two tulpas... How stupid of me. Putting theese concerns aside i decided to go back to forcing dorians form (ive begun calling him this again, what ramifications this is having on him i dont know).last night i dozed off and in my sleep i had noticed my reflection ( or lack of) in the mirror and had become lucid. What is most puzzling and frustrating is that from this dream i can barely remember anything but what i do i will tell you. Realizing i was in a dream i decided to do what everyone says and spin around in circles so that i dont wake up. Then i sat down. I found myself in a green room with a few chairs. I tried looking around to remember all the details but unfortunatly ive forotten them. all i can remember is that it was very fancy with a low hung chandeleir and a mirror and fine chairs despite how it was no larger than a bathroom (was it a bathroom?) i turned and sitting next to me was my fat cousin. I cant really remember what i said but i think i asked him where i was and he said "your wonderland, you can do anything here." This place was nothing like my old game room tough. As this was going on my body kept spining slowly around the room and then i thought to do somthing before i woke up and i said "i wish to see dorian" and then when i came back around to face my cousin there he was. Altough he looked NOTHING like i had imagined him. He sat crosslegged with his hands in his lap and leaning forward a little. Hair was wild and black but turned ginger red towards the ends. He wore a tam. His eyes were red and his face was black with dirt (or charcoal?)his grin was like the leprachaun. he wore ragged 1700s style clothing. Very common looking tough. And knee high socks, with buckled shoes. He was probably 5'10. He looked like a chimney sweep. Well i cant remember what i asked him but he rolled down his socks to reveal impossibly slim legs and i said "well thats not right". Then i woke up probably from the excitement of seeing him... Damn me. But what am i to make of this guys? Was that really my wonderland? Was that really him? Im so freaking confused. I dont think i could force that form cause i cant really remember all the details( this is my greatest weakness. I always failed at art and drawing cause i could never perfect details) but is that the form he wants? Im going to go mia for a while until i can make a proper form but if you guys could give input on this id really apreciate it TLDR: im dealing with three forms (possibly three tulpas) and cannot decide on wich one.
  5. Oh but my subconcience is twisted and dark and really 2edgy4me. While i myself dont exibit such traits ive always felt an attraction to such things. If im to create a manifestation from my subconcience id like it to be true to its character
  6. Here ive been trying to create a malevolent, mischievious tulpa and you guys already have one...
  7. Well i gotta tell ya what a breakthrough i had yesterday. So there i am doing more personality work when suddenly i think i dose off but not quite... I think i started seeing a form doing various actions and a web that strecthed out connectin to nodes wich were the personality cores i beleive. After coming around i decided that there isnt much more i can do for personality for serious and decided to go back to form creating. He is black skined, tall and ottermode. He has slightly long nails on his bare feet and torn at the ankles pants with a white pirate shirt open slightly at the breast and longish arms and fingers, nails. His face is dificult to form but i started to try imposing him into the room and after the worst eyeball stinging epileptical headache i opened my eyes to see a distorted "shadow" like figure in front off my bed. Shaking i reached out to touch him in shock that i did it and heard grandpa start roaring next to me "anon whats wrong!" Wich snaped me out of my trance. I looked over and said "nothing go back to bed." The next day i tried imposing him again but i was careful not to go all out lest i start having an episode in public. And only managed to produce slight snapshots of his form. And then halfway through the day the most wonderful thing happened!... I woke up... It was all a dream. Oh subconcience why do you enjoy tormenting me so...well cant say there was no progress as the tingly pressure feeling in the back of my head has increased slightly. At least i got that. Will continue to force form.
  8. Alright g man. So to continue this tale last night i think that i really made progress. I imagined a wonderland wich was the "battlestation" of my old house and decided to make the chest where i used to put my videogames the bastion of his personality. Thinking about the personality cores from the portal games i held out my right hand palm side up and began to talk about sexual desire and degeneracy. It started to form a ball that formed itself as if it was being filled with a red liquid slowly rising into its shape the more i talked about it. Having the usual slight presure in my temples when i force. Then when it was about to the brim and i exausted my vocabulary on the trait i said "i will now pour all my knowledge of this trait into you. I then clasped my hands around the orb and started to imagine me transfering everything i knew about it. The headache then increased in severity. It was as if my whole head became enflamed. Red light shone through my fingers and the room shook slightly until after 20 seconds or so i became exausted and stoped, the headache subsiding as well as the special effects. When i uncovered it the orb looked like a little eye of sauron. Its eye darted wildly and started to say the most vulger things in the most comical little voice. I then placed him in the chest despite his disaproval. Then i began to work on the manipulation and arrogant traits, purple and green. After i had placed them all in the chest i decided to retire for the night. And got another sleep paralysis episode.
  9. Thanks g+2 altough i cant tell wether hed object or agree with "going to the park" as he aint vocal...yet. Another thing however is that when im reading somthing or watching a movie i feel the familiar tingly feel in the back of my head... Could it be that damien enjoys theese things?
  10. Yesterdays went well enough i used the orb personality forcing method channeling it into my hand like an anime cliche and then shoving it into his chest. Then crushing it and watched as he burned from the inside out with the orbs color. That day i was more aware of his pressence as i narated the whole day i could continue to feel the tingly feeling around my head. The same i get when forcing and reading through theese forums. Perhaps this is a sign of conciencness? Is it strange to think of him as an infection or cancer in my head? Well off to try and do more forcing and continued naration as today im pretty well snowed in. No sleep was had last night so we gots our coffee.
  11. Yesterdays sesh was okay. Had a dream the night before about sone cult that was trying to resurect the shadow god. And then that day as i was reading about irish's wonderland guide the tingly feeling returned to the back of my head and when i thiught of his name i thought damien instead of dorian. Its not the first time thats happened i thought it was an intrusive thought but maybe he likes to be called that instead. I think he also likes the wonderland idea.Now to decide on a wonderland setting...
  12. Today i decided to disregard my original idea for a form for my tulpa. I decided that whatever apearance my tulpa chooses should be up to him and him alone (so long as it is human) after a few deviation cases. and now i just want him to become vocal so that we can work together to create his form. But how then Does one encourage vocality? More personality work? I think i cant really elaborate any more on that. Do i have to give him a voice? Explain if you will as im very simple.
  13. Welp last nights session was just as bad as before... Not much to talk about sorry if theese aint interesting... Perhaps ill tell you guys about my dreams... Tgeyre interesting to me at least. Maybe i can tell them to dorian too? Dream 6: there i was at the chandleresque mall chasing my good friend john through a giant sport section when i tackled him into a rack of sports crap ( basketballs n such ). We lifted the rack off ouselves and decided it was time to leave when a black store manager came to acost me, asking for my information and such to have me pay for damages. I the started to complain about neck pain and asking how secure them sports racks were and asking him to call an ambulance. His fear of a lawsuit outweighing his anger he just said just leave and dont come back. I said yes as i shambled towards the exit and then went back to my stride and grinned as i headed for ny car.. But i was quite nausiated and then it overtook me and i blacked out. Later i woke up in a strange apartment from being poked in the ribs with a screw driver from an emo my age i was bound and gaged and Greeted by four people. A guy in his late twentys with a cockneye accent and wearing a grey sweater and jeans, the guy my age that looked 2dark/edgy4me punk,And a mid teens kid in greaser gear and a snotty voice. There was also a girl who couldnt have been older than 14... They basically told me that they kidnapped me and that they were gonna hold me hostage until my people payed a ransom. Over the course of the three days i stayed and through the beatings and torture i learned what they did for a living. The 3 guys would go out and break into peoples homes and then steal as much as they could carry and peddle it out downtown. The house was filled with crap.The emo guy and the girl would stay and watch me while man and kid would go out on the town. Often times the emo would just stand over the top of me and poke me, usually waiting till id dose off telling me how he was hoping that they wouldnt pay so that he could stick me and watch me bleed to death. The girl would feed me microwaved soup. Quoet and timid she was. The 4th day they came back and said my people went against the rules and got the cops involved. They picked me up and took me into the bathroom Where they were gonna kill me as it was easiest to clean up in there. They tied me to the toilet and took off the gag as the sadist emo proceded to drive the head off me. I was gonna die here and there was nothing i could do to save myself. I closed my eyes and silently prayed for a way out. Just anythi- and out of the corner of my pulverised eye i seen it. Creatine monohydrate. Preached to be of the same formula in the tonic of dr. Jekyl himself. It bestows upon its injester popeye strength and the wrath of a muslim. "Wha are you looking at". "whats this" said the chav. "Oh thats somthin i snagged from the last guys house" " sposed ta be some kinda body builder, thought id take some for myself" said the greaser kid as he flexed in the mirror. "Well its pure shit" i said. "I tryed it once and it tastes like vinegar and oil mixed". "Oh really".. Said the emo as he took a small amount and put it in a cup with sink water and poured it down my throat. It tasted like fruit punch but i pretended it tasted bad." You cunt you didnt put enough in it to make him really sick" he said as he took a full scoopful and put it in the cup, stirred it in with the water and made me drink it. FOOLS... they had no idea of the powah they held.It tasted like the nectar of the gods. I shuddered with the flavor and faked wretching noises. They smiled, pleased by the result. They probably would have gone on and gave me more had the girl not called out "dinners ready". They left and closed the door behind them. I knew that i had to escape tonight or die. When is the stuff gonna kick in... I rose up from the seat and the restraints fell from me. It was as if i were never restrained to begin with. I looked in the mirror. I didnt look any stronger cept for a good "pump" feel. And a redness all over my skin. Every blood vessel had a heartbeat. I walked to the door and turned to face it. My leg flew out and BOOM the door broke into peices. Flying lnto the oposite wall and shattering against it. They all jumped up imidiatly from the couch and chairs. "Fuck sake mate" said the eldest as he charged me. I swat him and can feel his bones break beneath my hand. he spins into the drywall and fall into the couch in a sleep position. Then comes the kid. I kicks him so hard in the balls that he goes through the roof. Legs tangling and twitching as blood slides down the inside of his pants. As for the emo he comes at me with the screwdriver. I hold up my hand and it slides through my palm and then i grab it at its hilt holding his hand. He tries to pry himself away but with my other hand i grab him by the neck and lift him. He dangles in the air his eyes wide with fear as i gaze into them. I make a small smile as i squeeze..its like squeezing a peeled banana between your fingers...his body makes a thud as it seperates from his head. I then turn to the girl and see her trembling in the corner. I go to her and hold both her arms as i force her to the ground... I then unzip my pants and proceed to rape her... She thrases about and crys and screams... This wont do and so i wrap both my hands around her neck. She chokes and scratches at my hands but i ignore this and continue to pump until i cum. Afterwards there is a moment of ecstasy as the rage and strength fades... I look down and am horrified to see the girls eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth gaped open, tears still fresh on her face. I get up and oull up my pants and stare and the scene around me in discust... I was victorious but there was no feelibg of triumph... Only the terror of what i had done. And the poor girl. Why did she have to die? What crime did she commit other than being asociated with them? Was she a sister? Another victim perhaps? I started to sob and after a while i decided to leave this place and do my best to bury this memory. Before i left i got a water bottle from their fridge and filled it with creatine. This elixer would ensure a safe ( if but brutally cruel ) passage home. And then i stepped out into the strange unfamiliar neighborhood trying to find my way back. Silently praying that i wouldnt have to unleash the devil inside. Well that was a long one sorry for any spelling errors. To be continued i guess...
  14. Welp ive been tulpa forcing for over a week now last nights tulpa forcing wasnt very eventful. I think i might have fosed off at some points but i think i got about an hours worth done. Felt a very warm sensation come over me at one point and when i tryed to picture his vest in my mind it keeps showing up as brown instead of grey and i cant seem to get his lapels straight... Is this the deviation people was talking about? Also remembered my other questions. 3:I get a tingly feeling all over and numbness when i sit still and close your eyes after about 15 minutes 4:Also when personality forcing can you explain a trait by puting a tulpa in a story or scenario where they act out that trait? Like for example when i said manipulative. After describing it. I put him in a story in witch he befriends a rather unpopular boy and then shapes him in his image to use him as a social spy/pawn or to generally be at his beck and call a la assasins creed brotherhood. I already have a general idea of his personality though so i think getting his form correct is most important. Still i cant help but feel as if im doing everything wrong.
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