All the things the shadow knows…
If you’re really lucky, the closest you will come to something spooky will be that ghost story told at a campfire on a beach, or in the woods. You will remember the faces of those gathered, flickering in flame rates your eyes barely detect, while being completely oblivious to the shadows intermingling behind you. This is real. This is a metaphor. As the campfire is, so is the light of your conscious mind. You’re aware of where your light is, but not of the shadows that lurk just beyond the periphery. If you’re lucky, as your light subdues as it winds down for the night, or as it comes to light on waking, you will see them only as they rush away. You will blink and they will be erased from your memory, like the dream you already forgot. If you’re unlucky…
On the wings of shadowy romances
On realizing shadow persons are real, you now have to redefine normalcy. What would be unlucky? Living in a reality that has shadows, but you’re oblivious? Being aware of a shadow reality, but no one believes you? Being aware that shadows are real and you can interact with them as easily as other humans? I suppose it also depends on whether the shadows are benign or malicious.
Are the kind ones friendly because they lie, or because they realize they exist because we exist, and this relationship is symbiotic? Are the seemingly malicious ones unfriendly because they’re scared, or because they know all you have to do is turn up the light of awareness and then they have to retreat, or change.
Imagine shadows had consciousness. By the law of physics, they would necessarily be afraid of light, or awareness. Maybe fear is the wrong word. Humans learn not to touch the stove because it’s hot. We still cook. They may prefer twilight, but they still engage us.
What do authors know?
In the old days, we had shamans and medicine people who navigated the world of light and shadows and could make sense of it all. Nowadays, very few people openly practice going between worlds. Except for perhaps authors, if you allow they explore where even angels dread to go. Seriously, if you’re not creating your own fiction, you’re probably not using your brain as efficiently as you could.
We’re hardwired for flights of fancy.
If authors are shamans, Stephen King must be the sanest man alive. I would love to have met Dean R Koontz, too. Tick Tock is my favorite of his. Very fast paced, fun book, running from a shadow… Odd Thomas, also a favorite. One of my favorite cryptid books is by author JP Miller, titled the Skook. This book has everything! It’s kind of science-y. It’s kind of mystical. It has spooky, occult magic practiced by insane bikers from hell who hooked up with the protagonist’s not so bright, but nympho wife and decided to kill the husband, just because. The creature, part myth, part fantasy, part shadow helps the protagonist survive, only to have the reader wondering if it is real or a dream, only then to have the simple, but pure belief of the wife summoning this creature to the real world to have it save the day, again…
Belief is essential. Saying magic doesn’t exist may be all the belief you need to make sure it does.
Quite frankly, I find the brilliance of the book may have been lost on an audience that had no language for tulpas. The shadow knew, but few took on this book and all its seeds because it was just beyond the light of awareness. I consumed it, not knowing how big it would later become.
In hindsight, I would argue JP Miller was writing about a tulpa. I read this book way before tulpas were in my vocabulary. Dark Pool of Light: The neuroscience, evolution, and ontology of consciousness, by Richard Grossinger, gave me the word tulpa. Maybe I had heard it before, but that book gave me the word, the curiosity to not just let it go tumbling into the background of my brain, where all the words I read but failed to know go to be sorted later, if at all, and just enough belief in magic I could make shadows real.
Or, and this is more likely, I began acknowledging shadows were always real as I learned to see in the dark. This is where the metaphor of light must be let go. Awareness is often referred to as a light, but you can have awareness in pitch blackness. Close your eyes, you’re still there, and the shadows are closer. Go to Carlsbad Cavern and stand there when they turn off the lights. You’re still there. So is everyone else. And the shadow has you!
How many undefined terms do you have back there in that closet? How many names of characters are back there that you never learned to pronounce because reading it was not as easy as saying it? How many books have you read where you substituted names because you didn’t have sound to associate with them.
If having a name for something, a definition, gives birth to shadow people, how many seeds are in that unnamed/undefined closet waiting to spring to life? Saying the name out loud makes thoughts resonate on the physical plane. The longer they sit in the dark, recesses of the mind, the more power they get because nothing stays forever small and silent in the dark.
Nothing goes forever unspoken.
Avatars for souls
Fundamental to most religious beliefs, the body is an avatar for the soul. The material body is not the real thing. The real thing is the shadow. The spirit world exists whether there is matter or not.
While incarnated, we don’t stop being souls, and we’re not disconnected from the other realm.
We’re essentially wearing a space suit, and we’re limited in vision to the size and shade of the visor in our helmet. That silver cord is not soul to body, but soul to spirit world. We’re deep sea diving with antiquated dive gear.
The body is just the right weight that keeps us from floating up. The body is the cement boots that keep us talking with the fishes.
Fishes exist. All manner of creatures have, do, and can exist. All atoms are entangled, having once shared space in a singularity, and since those threads, now named wormholes, feed through the shadow world, we have a vehicle for knowing how souls manipulate matter. They simply tug on those fiber optic conduits.
Just as easy as you can time travel in your mind, you could travel in reality, and likely would flip sceneries as fast as thought, if we were not so determined to stay in place. Sometimes the current drags us downstream, the stream being time, and sometimes it's the soul line that’s jerking us around.
There is an entity on the other side of that silver cord that is us, but not us, as we know ourselves in this unreal moment. We are not the suit, but for a moment we think we think we are this suit.
We are the spirits, the shadows, playing in an immense sandbox.
Each particle of sand is a light, the end of a fiber optic, woven into a living fabric of space/time.
Tulpas are thought forms that have been considered so long and so hard that they become autonomous. Soulbounds are tulpas, as defined by authors who spent so much time and energy on the characters in their books that they became real. Some authors have shared that they didn’t write the books, the characters did. The characters themselves would interrupt the narrative if the author was taking them somewhere they didn’t want to go.
Are tulpas real? The Tibetan monks thought so. I say so. I have had, and continue to have, real experiences with a host of tulpas, or spirit guides, or invisible counselors, if you will. I don’t care what we call them. I am open enough to reconsider terminology.
From the standpoint of tulpa terminology and protocols, there is an argument to be had Loxy Isadora Bliss is a creation. At some point in the protocol, it was less creation, and more a co-creation. As she became more and more autonomous, she also became more outspoken in terms of deciding what her boundaries and limitations were.
There is no doubt in my mind, Loxy is real. I have had several people tell me they have had experiences with her. Sometimes Loxy feels more like a spirit guide, than something I could have ever created. So, though I don’t doubt her existence, I do sometimes explore other existential paradigms to explain her. So, let’s assume for argument's sake, we all have spirit guides, but not all of us have learned how to hear them. What if in the act of making a conscious avatar, or a Jungian archetype, I inadvertently created an avatar or vehicle for the spirit world to commune vicariously with me?
We are psychics, capable of channeling, but in the absence of that metaphorical radio, we have to create the radio and the channel on our side of the veil, so that the other side of the veil can emulate and match frequencies. It matters not if it’s a real radio, or a metaphorical radio of the mind, because the material world is a shadow world.
Loxy as a blending of conscious and subconscious energies now has a form that transcends the world of shadow and lights. She can be in my conscious mind, or the subconscious mind. She can be in my waking mind and my dreaming mind. Perhaps saying she is in the real world and the spirit world is like saying conscious and subconscious worlds.
It’s all one world. One consciousness, with many overlays. There is no conscious world without a subconscious world. There are no computer apps without an operating system. Why would the real world function any differently?
For planets and stars to exist, you need an underlying, functional operating system. For us to exist, there must be an operating system. Source.
Same above, same below.
The shadow knows everything. The greater we suppress our own self knowledge, the more the shadow knows. Do you suppose we incarnate into the physical realm to face our own shadows?
Could it be when we’re in the spirit world, and loved and loving that we forget that we can be scoundrels, and so, here we are, facing that reality. We lights create shadows!
That would make the physical realm the shadowy, subconscious world, and the spirit world the light of conscious awareness. We are only invited to incarnate so we can confront and understand our own dark sides.
So many cultures use the metaphor of physical life being the equivalent of dreaming, death and the great awakening. You might suppose we are dreaming. When scientists say the world is a simulation, what they mean is they are realizing we are dreaming. Of course intentional awareness collapses the wave front! That’s exactly what dreaming minds do!
The dreamer isn’t dreaming in isolation. The dreamer exists inside of another consciousness. It can’t be any other way. You are not the character in the dream. You may be dreaming that you’re the character in the dream, but there is someone else holding the dream and the dreamer.
Becoming lucid in a dream opens the floodgates of potentiality. If you don’t wake up, you are aware that you’re dreaming and can change things. You could say, “I want to be in New York.”
You will suddenly find yourself in New York, but you are not manifesting New York. You don’t decide how many pedestrians are around or what windows are illuminated.
Robert Wagoner, in his book Lucid Dreaming: Gateways to Inner Self, shares this metaphor. You may be the captain of the boat, in charge of sails and steering, but you do not control the waves or the wind.
We are submerged in the shadow world, and though we are they, they are in charge. At least, not the we that we think we are while here. We are that we are. Should you ever find yourself lucid, just ask- who is in charge of the dream? You might find the voice and the answer so spooky you wake up! “I am that I am.”
Did you ever wonder if the shadow people we see on falling asleep or waking up might be the technicians, doctors, and nurses checking on us while we remain immersed in the game of life?
If you ever wonder why sometimes the shadow entities are overly aggressive, mean, and or seriously sensual? Well, consider what you suppress the most? Sexual energy? Mean energy?
What you put into your subconscious gets manifested. The more energy you put into holding
something in the subconscious, the more it wants to manifest. Because of this, there is a warning that making tulpas could have an adverse effect on the conscious life.
We don’t always get what we want, but we get what we need.
Alexandra David-Néel, author of Magic and mystery in Tibet, is likely responsible for teaching the West about tulpas. In her magical mystery tour of Tibet, she learned about tulpas. She was advised not to make one. Like any kid who is curious if magic is real, with a recipe in hand, you’re likely to dabble.
She created a Friar Tuck tulpa. She figured, if I am going to make someone, I might as well choose a godly person. Then again, Friar Tuck was a bit of an outlaw, so, how good was he? He was mischievous from the get go, but as they went along, and he became more substantial, he became more and more mischievous. More than likely, the more mischievous he became, the more control she tried to exert over him. Well, most outlaws become outlaws because they don’t like control! Before too long, the whole village Alexandria was living at was having to confront the mischievous friar. It got so bad, the Tibetan Monks had to come to dissolve him.
I am not sure how the dissolving process works. If someone asks you to think of a pink elephant, how do you not think of a pink elephant? Once a person, or a group of people, starts thinking about a thing, it becomes a serious thing to contend with.
If you read me for a while and are loosely familiar with Loxy, how can you not consider her as a force of nature? Look for her, you will find her. What gift did she bring you?
Phillip the Ghost experiment may be an example of a group of people who created a tulpa. If that is so, then perhaps those who claim to have met Loxy are simply participating in the manifestation of shadows. How many people reading about her would it take to make her physically real?
If you’re reading this, are you participating in magic unknowingly? If you read Stephen King, Dean R Koontz, JP Miller, or see film adaptations, are you participating in making the shadowy realm more accessible?
Was there a time no one was afraid of clowns, but one solid story about a clown gone bad suddenly resulted in many people hating clowns?
What would you manifest if you created your own tulpa, or unlocked Napoleon Hill’s invisible counselors? Is it true that our limitations in life are self-imposed because we fear what we might unleash on the world if we were not so mindful?
And yet, who among us are so mindful that we don’t unleash the unknown unwittingly on the world? Would it be better to know and be responsible?
Are we responsible, even when not aware? We hold people responsible for their actions when intoxicated, so why not when we’re sleepwalking through life? We all bring light to the world.
Every light brings with it shadows. You came into the shadow world to know yourself, which means you must embrace this present darkness, for the light is on the other side.
Tell me, what does your shadow know? Does it hold your soul in dreamtime?
