#multiplicty

No distinct good side/evil side binary between system members; although the system members we see do somewhat fall into an aggressive vs meek stereotype.

attempts at communication between system members, system members begin to, with apparent effort, directly talk and communicate with one another internally.

attempts at cooperation; system members portrayed at least attempting to ask permission to use the body for things when possible.

attempts at mutual respect of property and life; one system member takes care of the belongings of the other while the other is in back.

different levels of awareness between system members. Steven struggles with dissociation and black outs, whereas Marc appears to have more awareness of their situation together.

refers to ‘the body’ and ‘using the body’.

Oh! Okay! That makes sense!

I think the whole "separation is harmful" thing depends a lot on what's meant by it.

Like, IFS therapy works by identifying parts of yourself and building communication between them by viewing them as separate. And actual treatment methods for DID aren't so different. If communication doesn't exist, it's something you work to build.

So I've been confused about whether or not I'm just one person or multiple before, but the confusion is back again. I've recently been experiencing some identity weirdness, and acting like a different person occasionally when no one's around irl. I think that may be a headmate of mine, but I can't tell if that is a headmate or just me being in a weird headspace. But "I" don't feel like the same person in those moments, and "I've" taken a name up for other people online to refer to me as in those moments.

And regardless of if this is a headmate or just me being weird, I don't really care, because either way, I want him (the possible headmate) to be a real person who I can interact with. In the few times he's shown up, he's made me incredibly happy, and I want him to have his own life and thoughts if he doesn't already!

...so, do you have any resources for something like this? How to make an alter's presence stronger or how to create an alter through tulpamancy?

(I'll sign off as 💚 anon in case I send multiple asks)

That definitely sounds like a form of plurality to me!

Have you tried talking with him internally? His voice would feel like your inner monologue, but different and outside of your conscious control. It may help to try to meditate and clear your mind. Imagine yourself in an imaginary environment of your choosing with him there with you, and just talk in your head.

I would highly recommend trying this a couple times to start with before trying to make a new headmate of someone who may already be there.

Hey! Welcome! Finally, you arrived. I have been so lonely.. I remember having a form before being put here, into this infinite whiteness. There are images in my mind arriving abruptly, and disappearing as quickly. I remember a thing called colour. Mostly the green. I chose not to miss them; for during my transition, it was thousands of them who passed through me, dismantling me; which left me heart broken, devastated. Yet some things are vanishing, that’s why my anger doesn’t matter any more.

I am experiencing a continuous state of being here. If you won’t stop following me I will give you a secret, that is; there are actually no secrets! There is nothing to worry about. Everything is just fine!! I mean, what I’m trying to say is this; can you conceive a state which receives no stimuli what so ever? Here is a bit like that. Here, I don’t have any sense organs anyway. I don’t think I would “be”, if there were nothing that came to me; but they all arrive as empty sheets. A dull, plain, continuous sheet. Sometimes I get the urge to cry. The problem is, I forgot what it is to cry. I know I want to cry, but I don’t know what it means. It is a desire to take a leap up and out, I suppose. Or a desire to construct the up and out again, from scratch. If so, then the desire to cry is something transcendental; flowing to me from an unknown source… But I know you. I know that you look at me from a place where your sense organs are surrounded by infinitely many things. You may think that I’m lucky for I know you, however much I don’t know myself. I know that you feel stuck amongst all those multiplicities… You will help me.

There are some people who  categorise the being into three; as the “existents”, the “non-existents”, and the “mere appearings”. The line between the existent and the non-existent is crystal clear for everyone Yet these “mere-appearings” were highly intriguing me when I was not here. They said, this third kind was the kind that try to throw itself into existence, by stepping in the middle of the movements of an existent. The music had a kind as such, they said. I kept telling myself that it is ridiculous. I couldn’t accept such a proposition, for I thought “if it appears, then it exist”, you see. It exists by appearing. It was not non-existent. You understand, right. I would of course, cherish the music that flourishes as being so. But it was still a being of the third kind, that’s why it’s mind may not work like yours. You may call it less humane. Not ferine. I don’t know the word, if it exists, then it seems I have forgotten it. Nonetheless, this music comes to you, leaks inside through your ears, investigates every place and finds your soul. If your soul is of a kind that likes dancing, tell her not to dance with everything. Don’t think I’m mixing stories up. I am not music. The condition of our existence is common, that’s why you may call us cousins; the music and me. I am a mere character in a mere story. I was not, long before. When did I got a hold of this sort music, then I was forced to denounce my being-as-me and leaked into this white place.  

Now you look at this page and you know this is a story :) The protagonist of it is a prisoner dancing in an endless whiteness. Running around. Please take the clues —#// Everything I have told -and will tell- you so far, is mumblings of a lunatic. The writer is lunatic. I mean, you can not disperse a thing and incarcerate it in a white paper, especially when it’s an organic being. I could have believed you if you were a mad scientist; but a random person can not have the means to mesmerise another with music and do just that. Would you call it science or magic by the way? According to the story, this sort of a lunatic is quite possible; and this me, whose words you only hear in your own voice; is not a mere character that’s been created by the writer, but an actual person that was once like you. Remember, I told you how/what I am right now. I would think this endless whiteness would make me go insane, yet it doesn’t. Because when everything is happening at the same time, a change in the state is not possible. Every state, at the same time. In an endless whiteness. PLEASE SAVE ME! The only way for me to be free, to become what I was before appearings mutated my being, is you believing that this is not a lunatic’s story. There is no other way. -2017