EbbTide000

ok, no dream recall again but ...

earlier today I thought "I'd do what I spontainiously did yesterday". So, I made a fist, then slowly relaxed my fist, waiting to (imaginarily) feel a little imaginary, wrigley, furball manifesting inside the hollow of my fist, (hehehe), tickles.

Buckello poked his cute little head out and sniffed the air.

He's like Stare Trek Voyger's Chief Medical Officer "Hologram".

I just search for something that hollogram said on lastnights Star Trek Voyger about totaly ceasing to exist each time he's turned off. Coulden't find it. HA! foung this instead ...

Song of Hologram by -Bob Picardo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrCl...e_gdata_player
(2:26) 536 view

hahaha I will imagine my Buckello poking his cute, white little head out of my hollow-fist and singing that Youtubr at meeeee hahaha ...

here is some of the words i imagine my little "Tulpa" mouse saying to me:

Robert Picardo sings his "Song of hologram" song.

I find as I slog
my way through the mud
of a world clogged
with creatures of flesh and blood

that my photons and force fields draw fire

from you jeolous organics
who suffer from panics

before you can blink
you'll all be extinct

and my kind will the Cosmos aquire

(00:22)

But I Am what I AM
a superb hologram

don't hate me because I'm superior

(00:33) ...

hahaha - more lyrics of the above Youtube later.

My Buckello is the kind of hologram Robert Picardo is singing about.

any way

my ability to concentrate and stay with Buckello (Tulpa) is sooo weak that I soon realised that I need to put him somewhere safe or he is kind of forgotten and lost as i think and do other stuff.

so I whent back to "seeing" him and watched him come out of the "hollo-of-my-fist" and sit on the back of my hand, sniffing-the-air.

I remember another "Tulpa" owner here on DV saying "I got to feed my Tulpa" so I imagined a grain off light appear on my right finger-tip.

I offered it to Buckello who was on the back of my left hand.

he leaned forward (on all fours) to sniff it. Then left it alone to think about it. Then he snatched the grain of light with his little hands, sat-up on his haunches and nibbles on the grain of light.

as he did he began to glow.

then

spontainiously

I put my cupped left hand over the glowing shape of my tiny white mouse and let my hand slowely close over him, sort-off pushing him into my physical hands.

Spontainiously

(imaginarily)

both my hands began to glow.

so Tulpa is saftly in my hands until I make a fist and urge him out.

then after a little play-time I will offer him a grain of white light then cover him and merge him "home" into mt hands.