Something happened to me quite recently that has put a bit of a scare in me. We have lived in our home for several years now without anything "unusual" to report, just how I like it. Raising two young boys is difficult enough without having to deal with any "strange activity."
My wife is a fiction writer, and recently had a book published through Amazon. The name of her book is titled "Breaking Limbo." The story follows 11 different young adults who, for different reasons, decide to end their lives, only to discover a desperate struggle in the afterlife. The book has received some good reviews, and I've plugged it for her recently in this forum and a few others- but all together it is doing very well for her.
I've read a few chapters out of sequence while she was writing it, but she had been bugging me to read the book in it's entire. At the time, we didn't yet own a Kindle, so I couldn't download it- instead I waited for the printed version to become available, as I prefer the old fashion style of reading anyway.
I started reading the book about the 3rd week of September. When I read any book, I create a picture in my mind of what a character looks like. I did this with an adult character by the name of Maree who is mentioned quite often through out the book. So, I'm a slow reader. It takes me quite a while to get through any book I read. Sometimes I have to re-read something I just read because my attention may have drifted from the book to something else. So I take my time and read carefully. My wife started to fuss a bit, asking me if I didn't like the story. I honestly was enjoying the book, and kept telling her that it just takes me longer than the average reader to finish a book.
So, Saturday evening, Sept 28th, I'm home alone washing some dishes in the sink. The sun is setting, so it's still light out. I hear a banging sound coming from the backyard. I recognize the sound as being the shed door. I walk into the living room to look out a window and see who is out there, when I see this woman standing there just swinging the shed door to the close position and reopening it again consistently, making the banging sound. The shed sits about 40 yards directly behind the house/window I'm looking out. Dark hair, baggy off white gown, looking as if into the neighbor's yard just slamming the door. My first thought is, who is this woman in my yard, why is she doing that? I push off the window and head for the backyard, the noise stops before I get to the door that leads to the back porch. I didn't look up towards the shed until I was out of the porch on the patio, and she is not there. My shed door is open, and I figure she is now in the shed or behind it.
I first walk around the shed, before opening the door wide enough to look in. Nothing. She is gone quicker than anyone could physically remove themselves from sight, without climbing fences and such. It wasn't until later that night did I make a connection. The woman in my yard very much matched the description of the character in my wife's book that I was currently reading. The hair, the outfit as I pictured it... Granted this person was about 40 yards from my window when I was watching her.
I started to do some digging online, and came across the Tulpa. Could my wife's anger with me for reading her book too slowly have created some kind of "thought form?" If that is even possible, what purpose would it serve except to confuse? And if this was some random person who wandered in my yard, why the odd behaviour?
My wife did get a kick out of me telling her the incident, but swears she did not put anybody up to pull a joke. Any thoughts to this Tulpa, if real, would be appreciated. I have finished the book, without any incidents. Something tells me there is a connection, I'm just not sure of it.