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I/Tulpa
The Listening Space
There is a space between wake and sleep some refer to as hypnogogic. You can arrive at this space in normal waking life. It’s sort of a quieting skill, where your voice goes silent and the volume on your ears goes up. You’re listening for snowflakes landing in the yard, only not in your outside world, but on the landscape of your mind in the upside down. Yes, the light on your retina is upside down and reversed.
The experiences can be all too real, even though your feet are on one floor, and your eyes on another. In some ways, it like pearl diving. You’re going deep, turning over stones on the bottom of the ocean, and something sparkles, as bright as that light inside Pulp Fiction’s suitcase. Suddenly you’re back at the surface, bobbing in the waves, mystified. What was that? I have to get back is the urgency in your mind.
Finding it again is near impossible. Even if you find that space, before the people there age out and go away, as if too often does, shades of the Wardrobe life that leaves lions and witches and wars long gone, the challenge is staying there, staying with the voices that come.
There are times when the voices I hear are random. They don’t seem to have a context. Is this remote viewing without targets? Did I fall into…
