can we discuss the inner workings of pedowood?
>how does it run
>is there anyone who has tried/trying to stop it or even expose it (police, other celebs)
>how would you go about stoping it, if we can
Theres that saved post that goes into detail about it, and how some people have gone misisng or killed for fucking around with them. any new things to share?
>General DO and DO NOTs and FAQs:
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What is a tulpa?
The word comes from a Tibetan Buddhist practice.
In practice it's basically an imaginary friend, refined into an in depth practice that will eventually allow you to hear responses from it in your mind and potentially audibly, and even self imposed visual and tactile hallucinations of it. It's the ultimate mind hack.
Authors of books have reported occurrences like this, with the characters speaking to them or "writing themselves", it's not something that is necessarily a mental illness or deserving of stigma, but a productive practice if you want it to be.
Questions, personal experiences, and stories are always welcome.
Why should you make a tulpa?
It's a neat thing to have, serves as a companion, and can help with self introspection.
How do you make a tulpa?
Read a few guides on to get an idea of what the process is like, then decide which guide will work best for you and follow it. Ask lots of questions and don't be afraid to experiment or even mix methods to make the experience as unique as possible, for only you know what works best for you.
>Guides and info from the community:
>Not sure how to Force or what to do? Here's a list of suggestions:
>Not familiar with the terms? Here's a glossary:
Please DO NOT ask questions that are easily answerable through the information above.
What do I do if my tulpa friend-zones me? I mean, it's not like god wasn't constantly fucking eve and making adam a cuckhold. He's god, what could adam really do about it? Anyway, as her creator, shouldn't I get to use the vagina I made?
Justin Bieber caught shapeshifting in court.
What do you think /x/? Very similar to a lot of other videos.
How do you explain it following the track of his eyes? The artefact moving and lining up perfectly, and he just so happens to look away when he realises he is shifting then blinks to reset it.
Good evening /x/. I've come to you tonight with a short story. I had posted this story on New Year's but the low traffic more or less killed the thread. I received some great feedback, and I got to entertain the majority of people that were kind enough to stop by and read. All i ask is for your time, and for you to read. Sit back, and enjoy a short tale of the quaint town of Harrowview. As before I will be bumping with pictures of spoopy forests.
As the wind swirled and the sparse amount of freshly fallen snow danced about the barren streets of Harrowview, the shops began to flip their signs to â??closedâ? for the evening. The turning of locks could be heard echoing from the empty sidewalks. The last rays of sunlight started to dissipate on the horizon through the layers of leafless trees around the short brick walls on the main road, and Harrowview was not a town you would wish to be about when the Moon's light graced the cobbled streets of this old colonial style market.
There was only one store that shone its dim light upon the roads of Harrowview during the â??closing hour.â? Oldrich's Antiques. A misleading name as they had modern items as well, but they did possess and sell a majority of aged wares.
The definition of a ghost town would regularly be fitting of this radiant trading post near the edge of the ocean, but on this rare occasion, an occurrence. Oddly enough the town of just a few thousand sustained and breathed the life into these strips of businesses somehow, but tonight, a lost young woman would fatefully stumble upon the beautiful collection of buildings.
As Marian locked her car door and slowly eased it shut, she glanced up into the empty streets and dead lights of the Harrowview market. What a peculiar time for such a elegant place to be desolate of life, she thought to herself. A look down and the hands on her small watch read 4:57. Looking up she saw the darkness of night was rolling upon the town from the ocean to the east, and the Sun shining no more in the opposite direction. Traveling North to see her family for the holidays, this did not seem like the optimal place to be lost. With no immediate sign of human presence, Marian decided to search for help. Her gaze became fixed upon the dim brown light of a shop at the end of the plaza. She decided to try there.
As Marian's steps echoed off of the brick and mortar â??shoppesâ?, the lightly gusting crisp winter air waltzed around her, carrying the sound off as she made her way to the end of the plaza. Each business along her route appeared devoid of presence. However through the dim lighting, twice she caught the glimpse of what she presumed to be the store owners disappearing into the back of their store through curtains hung in the threshold. She didnâ??t understand why these places were closed so close to the holidays. No bother to her, she just refocused her gaze forward to the light of building ahead of her, just half a block away now.
She swore she saw another person walking across the worn paved street. No one would dress so fancily during the cold of December. She let out a sigh, and realized it was merely an outfit in the window. She pulled her jacket up and shivered a bit as the wind lapped at her face again.
Turning to her left she grasped the door handle of â??Oldrich's Antiquesâ? as she read the name aloud. A firm tug was needed to get the door open, but she managed to jostle it ajar, and the cling of a tiny antique copper bell, and the face of a worn bearded man turning to look upon her from behind the counter was her greeting.
The look of intrigue upon the man was palpable as she turned toward the counter just a few feet ahead of her, while closing the heavy glass door.
â??Evening miss, I donâ??t believe I have seen you in Harrowview beforeâ? the man graveled out in an airy grizzled voice.
â??Oh no, no, noâ? she chuckled out quickly. â??I was heading back up North for the holiday, and am trying to get back en route there, but I lost signal to...â? her voice abruptly cut out by the old mans short grizzled laughter.
â??Yep. I figured that's why you stopped on inâ? he proclaimed as he ran his hand over his beard as if he were trying to straighten it
Best of /x/ thread?
ITT: Share the best pictures, greentext stories, and creepypasta you've saved. Screenshots are more than welcome.
Dumping a massive list of /x/ related links + recommendations..
Including; websites, radio shows, podcasts, wikipedia articles, videos, audio, creepypasta, pictures, maps, games, torrents, direct downloads, books, movie recommendations, game recommendations, and comic recommendations.
This took forever to get everything organized and in an easily readable format. However things still might be a bit out of place.
Add stuff if you like, but first make sure its not already posted.