I’m sharing the following personal “encounter” in response partially to Jadamz’ post from last night regarding a class in manifestation that she attended and partially to fulfill a promise I made to Debi. It’s a story of empowerment and fun.
This sharing is also prompted by someone else’s PNF post in the past months which touched on the idea of a tulpa. I don’t think I had ever heard of this mystical word back in the 1990s. However, I was at that same time just discovering by accident that thoughts can manifest. Tulpa or no tulpa.
Back in the 90s, I lived alone in a two bedroom condo which came with two assigned underground parking spaces. Living alone, I needed and used only one of my two spots; but, it was a really primo spot. The spot I used was within a few dozen feet of the garage entrance and there was no other car parked on the driver’s side - there was a brick wall there instead.
One of my neighbors who had a lifted truck had the parking spot to the right of mine. One day I came home and found that he had parked his truck in my spot. Without knowing the actual reason, I assumed someone had occupied his spot so he did the easiest selfish thing and just decided to temporarily park in mine. So I chose then to park in my other assigned, less-primo spot. I didn’t know where this other driver lived so I couldn’t go to his condo and make a polite request of him to move his truck. So I just waited until later when I found his truck gone and I pulled back into my primo spot.
Next day, similar story - I come home and his truck is in my spot again. So I pulled into his spot. This continued for at least a week before I got annoyed enough to call the condo management company to double check which spots were assigned to me. It could of course have been my error and my mistake instead; but, my understanding of the assigned parking was in fact correct.
I left a polite note on the truck explaining the situation. The truck continued to park in my spot for a few more days. I was lucky enough to see the driver exiting his truck so I politely approached him. He was unimpressed by my reasonable request. So I thought about escalating by having his trucked towed which was the legal and posted procedure. But I thought, who knows where this guy would go from there. So, I made the choice to turned to the mystical option.
For the next few days, I would meditate on the exact same fictional situation where a huge, scary looking beast with massive strong claws and a mouth full of sharp teeth targets this guy’s truck and rips the driver side door to shreds with it’s claws. In my meditation, this guy comes down much later to find only the results - not the cause - yet this guy consciously links the event to me. Hence, he understands I am the cause.
After a couple of days, his truck is gone; it’s not even parked in the spot next to mine anymore. I wondered what happened to this guy, so I drove through the underground garage looking for his truck. I found it parked next to my second parking space hence I assumed he was now in his second assigned spot. So I ceased my meditation.
Well guess who decided to test me just a few weeks later by parking in my primo spot again. So I decided to “up my game” by repeating the same mediation on the beast who shreds the driver side door of his truck. However, this time the meditation ends differently. This time the guy comes into the garage prematurely while the beast is still doing his task; the guy walks up to his truck unknowingly, and surprises the beast. My meditation closes with the beast turning it’s attention to this guy and taking just a few menacing steps towards him. Of course, my intention was still that he would somehow relate this instance to me as the cause.
The next day, I found that truck parked out on the street. A few days later, I saw the same guy way across the condo complex walking slowly towards me but not yet noticing me. I stopped and stood still until he looked up and caught my glance; he did a very quick 180 degree pivot and walked back the way he came. I never saw his truck parked anywhere in the garage again.
This sharing is also prompted by someone else’s PNF post in the past months which touched on the idea of a tulpa. I don’t think I had ever heard of this mystical word back in the 1990s. However, I was at that same time just discovering by accident that thoughts can manifest. Tulpa or no tulpa.
Back in the 90s, I lived alone in a two bedroom condo which came with two assigned underground parking spaces. Living alone, I needed and used only one of my two spots; but, it was a really primo spot. The spot I used was within a few dozen feet of the garage entrance and there was no other car parked on the driver’s side - there was a brick wall there instead.
One of my neighbors who had a lifted truck had the parking spot to the right of mine. One day I came home and found that he had parked his truck in my spot. Without knowing the actual reason, I assumed someone had occupied his spot so he did the easiest selfish thing and just decided to temporarily park in mine. So I chose then to park in my other assigned, less-primo spot. I didn’t know where this other driver lived so I couldn’t go to his condo and make a polite request of him to move his truck. So I just waited until later when I found his truck gone and I pulled back into my primo spot.
Next day, similar story - I come home and his truck is in my spot again. So I pulled into his spot. This continued for at least a week before I got annoyed enough to call the condo management company to double check which spots were assigned to me. It could of course have been my error and my mistake instead; but, my understanding of the assigned parking was in fact correct.
I left a polite note on the truck explaining the situation. The truck continued to park in my spot for a few more days. I was lucky enough to see the driver exiting his truck so I politely approached him. He was unimpressed by my reasonable request. So I thought about escalating by having his trucked towed which was the legal and posted procedure. But I thought, who knows where this guy would go from there. So, I made the choice to turned to the mystical option.
For the next few days, I would meditate on the exact same fictional situation where a huge, scary looking beast with massive strong claws and a mouth full of sharp teeth targets this guy’s truck and rips the driver side door to shreds with it’s claws. In my meditation, this guy comes down much later to find only the results - not the cause - yet this guy consciously links the event to me. Hence, he understands I am the cause.
After a couple of days, his truck is gone; it’s not even parked in the spot next to mine anymore. I wondered what happened to this guy, so I drove through the underground garage looking for his truck. I found it parked next to my second parking space hence I assumed he was now in his second assigned spot. So I ceased my meditation.
Well guess who decided to test me just a few weeks later by parking in my primo spot again. So I decided to “up my game” by repeating the same mediation on the beast who shreds the driver side door of his truck. However, this time the meditation ends differently. This time the guy comes into the garage prematurely while the beast is still doing his task; the guy walks up to his truck unknowingly, and surprises the beast. My meditation closes with the beast turning it’s attention to this guy and taking just a few menacing steps towards him. Of course, my intention was still that he would somehow relate this instance to me as the cause.
The next day, I found that truck parked out on the street. A few days later, I saw the same guy way across the condo complex walking slowly towards me but not yet noticing me. I stopped and stood still until he looked up and caught my glance; he did a very quick 180 degree pivot and walked back the way he came. I never saw his truck parked anywhere in the garage again.
