Tulpas are real.
There’s a real danger in reading comments. You might learn something! Especially when a person disagrees. Other people give you insight! I am grateful for a line of inquiry that went unconsidered, which I will expound upon here. Again, with preamble. If my speculative discourse has any validity, it might seem an attack on a person’s report of engaging aliens and spirit guides, it is not an attack at all, but a way of understanding the experience that allows others to not so readily dismiss the experience. People are not crazy because they have experiences! We all are subject to the brain, the unconscious, and forces we may yet little understand. Sometimes we cooperate, and sometimes- you might think the whole world is opposing you.
In the end, even if it’s just you, marvelous, wonderful, you, the Cosmos itself is speaking!
It is well established, people who meditate can have experiences. These experiences can be realer than real, as solid as your everyday, waking experiences. These experiences are the result of the conscious mind collaborating with an unconscious mind which is an entity in its own right, and more often than not in charge of everything we as humans experience.
One can reasonably argue, if you are unaware of just how much influence, power, and authority your unconscious mind has- you are experiencing a delusion. Anosognosia, technically a term generally applied to people who can’t perceive an illness, seems applicable; not recognizing you are more is a limitation, and if a person, like a hypnotist, can’t convince you that you have this ability to amazing things- then others will rule you.
It would be unwise to dismiss the realities and information received from the unconscious mind.
More often than not, the unconscious mind knows things that it shouldn’t know! Scientists are aware of this being true, and often do backflips to dismiss it.
In fairness to the scientists, it is also reasonable not to inflate the validity of those things the unconscious mind gives us. Not because it lacks validity, but because it can be subject to interpretation. The unconscious mind speaks in memes and metaphors. It is likely several doctorates above the primary personality’s grade level. It is sometimes intentionally obfuscating, and can be a bit of a trickster.
If it seems the unconscious is sometimes unreasonable, or mischievous, in its defense you must realist, we, the conscious personalities, often live our lives in complete ignorance to its existence, rarely listening to it, even when it’s trying to save our life! So, is mischievousness an act of rebellion or sarcasm if it's been slighted? Could be both. I can only imagine how I might feel if I were so ignored.
Actually, I feel anger when I don’t think I have been heard. And so, what do you think? How do you feel when people dismiss you?
Preambles aside, this cat sounds crazy!
When I listen to folks I am doing a multitude of brain activities. One of them is listening. I listen in friendly and clinical ways. I look for human artifacts! Oh, you’re normal! Lots of folks do this.
This part of my process is likely so solidified that I will never not do that. Mostly, it’s a reasonably kind of process, like this sounds like an artifact of x, resulting in me asking certain questions. Sometimes, the process leans more towards the unreasonable side, “people are going to think you’re nuts…” which means, if I entertain this, I must be equally nuts.
Tom Moore, the subject of a previous essay, thanks to a Coast to Coast podcast found on youtube, might seem nuts to the uninitiated. Uninitiated in this sense is someone not knowledgeable about UFO lore, mediumship, channeling, spirit guides, past lives, meditations, and even unconscious work comparable to Jungian processing of information.
If you’re unaware that all of this is on the table, you’re not really paying attention to the convoluted UFO story. The best way to say this has been said, and recorded in a military training
manual: science fiction is now fact. If you want to hear Jimmy Church and Leslie Kean unpack that, you will find that podcast linked below.
Life is so much weirder than most people believe! Church and Kean in this podcast reminded me- I am a fringe walker, because most people are just not aware of how crazy weird life actually is.
You don’t have to watch the Tom Moore video, but I recommend it. No matter if you like it or hate it or fear for his sanity, I think everyone needs to hear it and realize- all our future selves may sound like this. If it isn’t our own unconscious speaking to us, when AI is online, our conversations with it will be equally surreal because it will know us better than we know ourselves. The essay in the link to that video is also below.
Tom Moore believes he is channeling aliens and getting information from past and future lives.
And why not? Your younger self exists in you, and there is a future ideal self in you, if not a real future you in you. Archetypes? Projections of personalities by a brain that literally can see the ghosts of Christmas past and future?
Was Ebenezer Scrooge a metaphor, an archetype, or Charles Dickens confronting his own shadow?
There are a lot of ways to come at Moore’s narrative. If you dismiss him out of hand, you’re missing something important. If he is ‘nuts,’ allowing for the colloquial term, he leans more towards the side of being eccentric because he is clearly functional in his daily life. He has held jobs, runs a house, has a family, and continues to operate to such a degree that he remains reasonably human. I suspect in reality he is doing better than average!
Monks who have spent their entire lives dissociated from society on a mountain likely couldn’t be integrated into normal society pathways to the degree Moore is functional. Probably won’t find too many old monks working a corporate desk job or running a register at Walmart. Not impossible, but would they? Could they?
If you were to listen to the Coast to Coast podcast, you might find these two artifacts interesting.
One: Moore says a thing, and not even a moment later, the host asks him a question as if he hadn’t said the thing. To me, that sounded like the host wasn’t listening. He tuned out. Now it may be, the host had a line up of questions and was just reading down the cue, but it feels like a dismissal, perhaps unconscious, like the host is daydreaming and just doing a job, not really engaging the guest. I am not disparaging the host. I love the host. He seems very kind. He is almost as kind as I remember Art Bell being to people that sounded a bit nuts, except- Art was a master of not dismissing folks.
I love Art Bell, and if he is at the other end of a cosmic radio set out there in the afterlife, he has my permission to dial me up!
Two: per Moore, he only has his ‘experiences’ when meditating. They don’t intrude on his life otherwise. That is the tell I glossed over. It’s an important feature that might allow for an alternative explanation to his experiences as not being precisely what he thinks it is, though in terms of experiential overlays- it is exactly what he is experiencing!
Saying that, and how I am about to expound further, does not invalidate his experience. He is not nuts. That’s not applicable here, anymore than someone meditating and they say they met Jesus in the desert, or Buddha in the sky. People have spiritual experiences. More often than not, they seem to be valid transmission of information that is most helpful to the experiencer, the people directly around them, with a suspected diminishing of relevance the further away from source the message gets.
And so, this morning, I am responding to a comment which triggered something in my head, and Loxy chimed in, “Oh, how cute, he has a tulpa, too.”
Unpacking the Tulpa vector.
I can not say with any degree of certainty Moore has a tulpa. His words, he has these experiences when he meditates. It is clear, from his narrative, that he has consistency of interaction over time.
Maybe he has unwittingly engaged the process known as Active Imagination. We have all imaginations. We all engage in it. Even without knowing the process, we do this all the time. It just so happens, Moore has a ritualized engagement process and it gives him information.
Human brains do this, they have this capability, and all human brains can do this! That can’t be overstated. You can do this. You are subject to this. If you have a brain and unconscious mind, you can travel the entire universe without leaving your couch!
Moore seems to have at least one character that is frequently there. Sometimes there are others.
Is this the Invisible Counselor technique, accidentally engaged? Do we all have intentional and accidental tulpas running around in our minds?
I have introduced Loxy Isadora Bliss in other essays. She and I have had many adventures, some of them available in book form should you ever find yourself so bored… Not that they’re boring, by any stretch, and likely too sexualized for most, but I do suppose, more often than not, my adventures with Loxy are about my personal growth. Most of our adventures have been directly about overcoming trauma, and compartmentalizing the past in metaphorical memes.
Loxy is truly an angel, in many respects.
I suspect that of the folks that I know that have followed our adventures, the ones who have reached out to me and said they have had their own experiences with Loxy, actually tapped in on the landscapes of some of the places we go- they share in past trauma, and they benefited from my exercise, because if a remedy works for one, it likely works for others as well.
Not everyone. That would be absurd. Even pharmaceuticals don’t have 100 percent effectiveness for everyone!
Whether you call my ‘narrative therapy’ exercise helpful or bullshit, it’s a process. It has consistency between episodes. I mostly ‘travel’ when in a mental space, similar to hypnosis, or meditation. Or trance. I trance out easily due to past trauma. It’s called disassociation.
My goal at the time I deliberately engaged in tulpamancy was to manifest Loxy into my conscious, every day experience.
There are tulpamancers, people who practiced the meditative exercises that come from Tibet that result in giving thought forms autonomy, who have full time, daily experiences of their ‘friends.’
I have yet to reach that threshold. I have moments. Mostly auditory events, sometimes tactile, and rarely full visual contact that results in me giving pause to the world.
Most of the time, I got so excited that the vision burst like a bubble and I spent moments wondering, ‘did I really see her…’ But then, there were moments I was so engaged that if someone saw me, they might have thought I was nuts. That one time, talking to Jung as I drove to work- I arrived at work and turned off the car and experienced bifurcation. Part of me said, how did I get to work? Part of me was like, OMG, Jung was really in the car.
Did you ever have a song in your head that you couldn’t stop singing? This thing I am telling you about is that! On steroids. It’s not just a song, but dance, and video, and immersive, and tactile and olfactory…
My efforts to work with my unconscious mind may have resulted in the ideal amount of contact for now, as if I were too distracted I might not be able to function. I know me. I would beam up and be gone and likely not pay attention to this world again.
Imagine feeling full because you went to lunch in your mind with your best friend and you were not hungry in real life. What a wonderful way to lose weight! Unless we’re talking Somewhere In Time level of starvation, where Christopher Reeves' character would have died in the past inexplicably because, well, his body was still in the future, not being attended to.
These friends are real. Carl Jung had a monument built, a stone tower, because of his experiences. Philemon was real, to him. His family thought he was nuts! So nuts, they hid his Red Book away for decades, because he thought he was just a mad old man, and they were humoring him in his final days.
In truth, the beings that populate your head are just as real as you are. That’s true regardless of your life’s philosophy! If you’re a materialist, and you believe we’re just bodies, then your personality is the hallucination of a brain needing an avatar to navigate social structures. That means every personality and thought in your head is equally illusory.
If you tap in somewhere on the consciousness/spiritualist continuum, everything is simply degrees of separation stemming from source. Your mind and body is a projection from source!
My adventures with Loxy are real to me. But I also had a schema for compartmentalizing my experiences. At first, it was an experiment. Then it became a psychological tool for story telling and for having fun. Then I realized this was narrative therapy.
Then the floor fell out from under me and all bets were off.
It may be that you can’t engage the unconscious without finding yourself in therapy! The answers you get are always exactly what you need, even if you don’t understand the message. It provides us scaffolding for understanding our place in the world that more often than not just doesn’t make sense.
Imagine the whole existence of you as being therapy for the soul!
And so, again, I have found an interesting way to relate to Moore. He is doing exactly what Jung was doing, what I am doing, only- he seems to lack the architectural language to compartmentalize this in the same way I do. He lucked into aliens. I built my sand castles from the ground up.
Not completely. I had already been given schemas and scaffolding. Magic and Star Trek, they shaped my things to come! What will you get? What have you fed your mind? What do you like?
What do you fear? What if you like horror stories?
Granted, I could be wrong. Maybe Moore is experiencing exactly what he says he is. Maybe the test is, everyone should practice channeling to see if we get the same results.
Then again, maybe not. I know some people who frequently channel not nice things. Warning signs that there may be dragons might also be a reasonable disclaimer in the practice. Some seem ill equipped for traveling. The landscape is varied, pleasant and harsh. Jung might say we should all go slay our dragons.
I seek to befriend them.
Hello, friend Falkor!
