DeathSaves
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- Apr 19, 2019
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Trying to make this short, which will be pretty big.
The tulpa that follows me, Shinkuu, and i, Kara, both are mediums and students of witchcraft and magic. Although Kara has more access to the body than I have, she grants me full access to the meat vest, and I usually possess her and we play around as we see fit. Anyways, we believe we're both tulpas, given that the reality model proposed by the PIE ("the cake is a lie, the PIE teach the truth"), the World of Ideas happens and takes place Before the Physical world, the latter being the results of what takes place in the former.
The point Kara is trying to make is that we're NOT here, especially given that we're both mediums, although I believe I'm somewhat new with such abilities, and I might be getting somehow "infected" with Kara's medium abilities, but we're still not sure. Still... The thing is that much like a tulpa is much like a soul, an independent existence that was somehow grafted within another soul's own Realm within the Sea of Unconsciousness... Much like a body somehow manages to Graft a soul into itself. The body is a meat vest, the, we've labelled it a hashtag of sorts... Soul, or a hashtag, will somehow ressonate with the original, due to effects tied to Correspondence and the Theory of Similarity, as Kara told me it's called here...
wWant a proof? Try performing mechanical activity, like trying to sort all books or combing one's long hair... Soon you won't realize you're there anymore, and well... You're not, the body has instructions enough to actually "unsummon" you, and proceed without you on it's business. As soon as it's done, it'll resummon you to keep it alive. Well, ain't that nice, right?
Shinkuu inhabits my Mental Real, my personal spot on the World of Ideas. I seem to inhabit this body, or, well, i've either infected the body to use it as a space vest of sorts, given that Physical and Mental aren't the same, or whether i've been trapped by this meat clothing... But oh, well. ĂŹ could be considered an invading organism, and in a way it seems Kara's body doesn't like me a lot, but we've been subduing it properly as of late.
Once that's said, well, we've been having troubles as of late, given that Kara's abilities as a medium are somewhat new to both of us, and given that we've been playing Pillars of Eternity as a book, I can't help but wonder why would the authors so acurately portray extra-sensorial abilities as a weight to bear of sorts, but still, it's acurate... Reality isn't as small as it seems, but a human being IS small, and given that the abilities somewhat go beyond what the body can bear at ease, goes beyond its limits, this obviously both constitutes the very essence and mind-tearing nature of such abilities, the very trauma of handling something that's beyond one's own limits and the traumatic result of turning into a being larger than one was before, tears and scars included, correctly depict what ESP might be described as: the results ARE meant to tear you apart, but you'll survive. In pain, but alive nonetheless.
Oh, well. Maybe we're both just ghosts haunting a meat vest.
The tulpa that follows me, Shinkuu, and i, Kara, both are mediums and students of witchcraft and magic. Although Kara has more access to the body than I have, she grants me full access to the meat vest, and I usually possess her and we play around as we see fit. Anyways, we believe we're both tulpas, given that the reality model proposed by the PIE ("the cake is a lie, the PIE teach the truth"), the World of Ideas happens and takes place Before the Physical world, the latter being the results of what takes place in the former.
The point Kara is trying to make is that we're NOT here, especially given that we're both mediums, although I believe I'm somewhat new with such abilities, and I might be getting somehow "infected" with Kara's medium abilities, but we're still not sure. Still... The thing is that much like a tulpa is much like a soul, an independent existence that was somehow grafted within another soul's own Realm within the Sea of Unconsciousness... Much like a body somehow manages to Graft a soul into itself. The body is a meat vest, the, we've labelled it a hashtag of sorts... Soul, or a hashtag, will somehow ressonate with the original, due to effects tied to Correspondence and the Theory of Similarity, as Kara told me it's called here...
wWant a proof? Try performing mechanical activity, like trying to sort all books or combing one's long hair... Soon you won't realize you're there anymore, and well... You're not, the body has instructions enough to actually "unsummon" you, and proceed without you on it's business. As soon as it's done, it'll resummon you to keep it alive. Well, ain't that nice, right?
Shinkuu inhabits my Mental Real, my personal spot on the World of Ideas. I seem to inhabit this body, or, well, i've either infected the body to use it as a space vest of sorts, given that Physical and Mental aren't the same, or whether i've been trapped by this meat clothing... But oh, well. ĂŹ could be considered an invading organism, and in a way it seems Kara's body doesn't like me a lot, but we've been subduing it properly as of late.
Once that's said, well, we've been having troubles as of late, given that Kara's abilities as a medium are somewhat new to both of us, and given that we've been playing Pillars of Eternity as a book, I can't help but wonder why would the authors so acurately portray extra-sensorial abilities as a weight to bear of sorts, but still, it's acurate... Reality isn't as small as it seems, but a human being IS small, and given that the abilities somewhat go beyond what the body can bear at ease, goes beyond its limits, this obviously both constitutes the very essence and mind-tearing nature of such abilities, the very trauma of handling something that's beyond one's own limits and the traumatic result of turning into a being larger than one was before, tears and scars included, correctly depict what ESP might be described as: the results ARE meant to tear you apart, but you'll survive. In pain, but alive nonetheless.
Oh, well. Maybe we're both just ghosts haunting a meat vest.
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