So the process of creating this tulpa was very different than my previous one.
There was a library, I was sitting on a cushion and across from this crystal floor there was another cushion. A black formless thought hovered over it. I gave it human form and the outline of a human was born. Then, there was a black outline, stronger and stronger it grew over the top of the head. As it grew stronger black hair had appeared. Their form was now complete. Next stage was to hone their personality.
They are extroverted unlike me, motivated and never loses focus unlike me and in every which way are a complete opposite to me. As I spoke to the tulpa, it spoke back across the hall. We both grabbed a book from the bookshelf on our left side. I grabeed a red spined book and written on it was “Gullivers Travels” one of my favourite childhood book. My tulpa, grabbed a black book and that’s all I could see. Now I must talk and communicate with him everyday from now on. Not a forgotten project-they are alive and sentient, every curious about the world around me and them