His original, smiling and beaming appearance was soon gone. A fat visage was replaced by sculpted cheekbones of the kind that an up and coming Hollywood star would kill for. Its chubby form altered it became noticeably slimmer and far more toned and lithe. There was nothing playful about any or all of this, however, as David-Neel soon came to realize – and to her cost.Īs time progressed, and as the monk became far less like a fragmentary thought-form and far more like a fully-formed person, something ominous happened. One time, she even felt his hand grip her shoulder. And, to the extent that, on several occasions, she felt his robe brush softly against her. As its time in our world progressed, said David-Neel, so did the monk’s progression from a shadowy figure to that of a physical entity. This was far from being a good sign: the tables were slowly, carefully, and less than subtly, being turned.

The monk would now materialize when and where he wanted to appear, regardless of what David-Neel’s plans might have been for him. It was shortly after her monk was “born” that David-Neel temporarily left her apartment behind her and “started for a tour, with my servants and tents.” By now, the creature had a strong presence in David-Neel’s environment, to the extent that she no longer needed to focus on the monk to make him appear. She said that he eventually “became a kind of guest, living in my apartment.”

One can see this clearly in David-Neel’s own words. As time progressed, however, the monk became more and more physical and substantial. At first, at least, the monk was a character that could only be seen as a brief, shadowy manifestation of something barely recognizable. Like so many people that came before her and since, however, she found herself in the icy grip of a thought-form that, when primed, activated and called forth, was determined to keep the priceless life to which it had quickly become accustomed.įinally, the day came when David-Neel saw her creation – in her very own abode, if not exactly in what we would call the flesh. It was while in Tibet that David-Neel became acquainted – deeply acquainted – with the phenomenon of the Tulpa.

It’s a fine and entertaining tale of road-trip proportions and with a large dose of the supernatural thrown in. She was a disciple of Buddhism, was strongly drawn to the concept of anarchy, and had a particular affinity with Tibet and its people, much of which is described in her acclaimed 1929 book, Magic and Mystery in Tibet. She was someone for whom just about every day was filled with adventure and excitement. Born in 1868, Alexandra David-Neel had a rich and fulfilling life it was a life that lasted for just short of an incredible 101 years. To turn this story into a trilogy-like article, I’ve decided to feature on what I consider to be the greatest, and most important, Tulpa-based story that’s out there.

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