I decided to find a place to practice my Tai Chi this morning and play a game with it.
If you have been with me for a while, you will know one of my teachers is NLP guru Mr Twenty Twenty.
Twenty is remarkable in that he has been to the other side of death and come back.
I decided to play Tai Chi from different spaces and states this morning.
At first I was very internal auditory and very spaced out spiritually. Like outside my body, or at the very least not in touch with my kinaesthetic system.
I noticed I was creating anxiety, stress and worry. There was nothing expansive about the experience.
I tried a few other combinations, then I decided to experience Tai Chi the way a human being is designed.
I focused auditory externally and entered a state where my mind seemed to stop. A listening. An analogy might be that it was like being a Bhudda on a mountain top. Spiritual peace, silence.
I focused kinaesthetic internally and noticed my body and how it felt. I had a real sense of me, in the cold, in the woods, being me in the silence of the sounds around me.
I watched the Universe around me. The trees, the leaves, I could almost see the air moving. As I used my eyes properly things got brighter, more vivid.
Then I played a new game. A game called expansion. I imagined the silence in my head as an infinite being.
I wondered at my ability to push the boundaries of this infinite being outside of me.
Having expanded my spirit to the edge of my reach I realised I had created a zone. A clearing in the woods. A clearing in the Universe that is me.
Then I created a new story.
Right now I am in someone else’s space. And that person is standing in that space for my life.
Their space is so huge they create new paradigms for people to live into. And they get they are just another person!
And I can do that too.
I can be anything I want to be.
I can be as mango is to onion (sweetness is to tears). I can be the gold at the end of the rainbow. I can be the lightning in the night sky. I can be Aladdin in the hall of kings. I can be truly magical.
Kind of an amazing story to create from a Chinese walk in the woods.
Something to be alive for…
And maybe, just maybe, there is nowhere to get to. This rabbit hole is just another story. Another round on the golf course. A stance. A posture. A way of being.
But for that you’ll need to talk with my other friend in dharmaville, TP.
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
mark ty wharton
Dear Reader;
So I want to create in language a new opportunity for you, my reader, to be inspired by this blog.
I usually create this space like I am broken and I dump my crap here. I apologise, I am not broken!
To date, this blog has been about as inspirational as dog sick, even my Mum unsubscribed. Really!
I just woke in a cold sweat – 03:40am
It’s all about me, all of it.
Everything in my space, has been put here by me.
I’ll hazard a guess and consider for a moment the Aspergers, the anxiety, they are just stuff I made up.
Not like in reality my brain does not work differently. It does.
More like, I chose it, then I made it a problem.
Imagine the value to science of someone who clearly distinguishes and notices everything about everything.
Then focus this mind on trivial nonsense and have it tell everyone it is broken (and broke – believe me without my credit cards I am pennyless right now).
Do you think Einsten was worrying what the other parents thought about him in the playground when he dropped his kids at school.
Did you see his hair?
I promise not to do that any more, like it matters.
I took a MENSA supervised IQ test last week, then pretended I didn’t.
I failed to make MENSA by a point (because I was busy sabotaging and believing my own crap).
Next time I take the test I will be aiming for the maximum score, 161.
This is not the Mark Ty-Wharton (aka Tinley) you came here to read about.
Did you know, everyone on this planet has a unique place here?
Did you know I am letting hundreds of adults with Aspergers and other disabilities down if I fail to open my transport museum?
Did you know my book has the power to really change lives? (people are telling me their experiences and I am not telling you because it is marketing).
Did you know all the best Internet markters hate me.
I just jibed at them like a jealous kid, then told all my friends EVERYTHING is a con.
It can’t ALL be!
The only real con artist here is me…
Not like my book isn’t great, it will change your entire life.
Like, there is so much more of the amazing Mark Ty-Wharton to give and so much more for you to get.
So what is the Landmark Forum?
Is it a con?
No way!
I have been reading Werner Erhard’s material prior to attending this course.
Werner created EST and the conversation is alive in Landmark’s courses.
The man is BRILLIANT. Not like I am trying to impress him if he reads this brilliant, like pure GENIUS.
The course is BRILLIANT.
You KNOW from reading my work (even my crap) how intelligent I am.
And from my razor sharp focus and from the paradigm of problems, I’ll dig one up if there is one.
So what am I saying?
I am saying I am no longer going to waste my time and yours by writing crap.
I am not saying anything else unless it is worth saying.
I am telling you right now DO THE FORUM. Google Landmark Education. No links, you’ll figure it out.
and I am requesting, if you get this, pass it on and ask someone to read my blog. Not just read it though, please register via Feedburner so I know you are here.
I already told you there is another side to the looking glass,
This is it!
Thankyou for listening
Mark
For the past twenty five years I have been interested in brain waves and music.
I created this particular piece of music c.1983/4 and re-recorded it just before we moved house in May.
It features a two cycle per second binaural brain wave synchronisation pattern (when listened to with headphones)
The upshot being, it fools your brain into thinking you are asleep when you are not and makes you feel amazing.
I have been using it as my personal delta wave training tape and sleep aid for a few months now.
I would like others to benefit from this twenty three minute piece of music so I am making it available for download for £1UKP.
Buy it here: http://www.lulu.com/content/multimedia/2202hz-transformation/7629000
Please share the link (not the file) with your friends if you enjoy it as much as I do.
Thanks for listening,
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
Please note, subscriptions are changing.
If you haven’t received it already, you will shortly be getting an invitation to subscribe to my all new newsletter, managed by Aweber.
Or you can simply visit one of my websites to subscribe.
After I sang my quadler (four year old toddler) his bed time song this evening I sat down with my partner and had a bit of a think tank session.
I decided to put a functional website together for a local business idea I have.
Take a look. It is amazing what you can do when you know how!
The website is http://biggleswade.biz
If you have, or know someone in Biggleswade who has a small business and needs a simple, functional and affordable web solution…
Ask them to contact me!
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
Mark Ty-Wharton.
[mark ty-wharton, creative thinker | innovator | visionary 
]
Something I am learning slowly but surely is thanksgiving.
It sounds so horrible, cheesy and American.
And while I am at it, I should endeavour to have a nice day and wish the same on others with an insincere smile.
It’s all about marketing right?
It starts in the big stores like Macy’s, they really don’t mean it.
Just look at how society has programmed us.
And I speak for my self when I say, British people have a cynical, down right miserable, the world owes us a favour attitude.
And where is my favour today anyway?
Do you have it?
Can you wash my car for free?
No?
Ah well, fcuk the lot of you then, I’ll drive a car that resembles a dumpster (skip).
And don’t expect me to smile.
If I resemble a bulldog licking piss off a thistle, it’s because you simply aren’t doing enough for me.
The world owes me a favour right?
Where is it?
Where is mine?
Okay…
I have painted a picture.
I will paint another.
I am lying in bed, typing this on a tiny laptop and could equally be typing it into my iPhone in the palm of my hand.
Technology is amazing right?
I, the miserable English man, can bring you this message and within seconds, it can reach you, anywhere in the world.
I can expand your mind and touch your heart with the flick of a few membrane switches.
And why, because of the people who pioneered and programmed these devices.
So thank you, people who pioneered and programmed these devices.
It annoys me to say it, I appreciate you.
Next…
I am shifting my miserable creaking carcass from the bed to the hallway and throwing on clothes.
Calvin Klein jeans that cost pennies.
A Diesel top.
Thank you eBay.
That bastard international conglomorate, who rip us off, yet enable us to have amazing bargains at our fingertips.
Now I am downstairs and I have forgotten to switch off the burglar alarm.
I have woken up my child.
It was all going so well and now, I am a stupid idiot.
It is so interesting to notice, how left to it’s own devices, my mind would destroy my day.
I am standing in my kitchen, typing this on the tiny laptop.
The battery will last four hours.
In this time, I can go anywhere in my house and have information at my fingertips.
How long till I can have this running in a chip in my brain.
I want it and I want it now (stamps foot) – time is running out for me…
Or is it?
Now I am making juice using a centrifugal juicer.
Everything goes in whole.
Fruit from around the globe, delivered fresh to my kitchen.
I don’t even need to go shopping anymore, it arrived in a truck.
In response to a message online.
Delivered fresh to my door, from Ecquador.
Even the juicer arrived in the mail.
Technology made affordable by manufacturing it in China.
Thank you China.
I get to be thin, because some miserable bloke was a bit podgy.
He invented a juicing diet, now he is happy.
I simply followed it vaguely and lost fifty pounds.
Now I am healthy, even my blood pressure is perfect.
Thank you Jason Vale.
And I notice.
I break my blog up like a poem.
Thank you for my ability to write – my talent.
And thank you to all the writers I have read along the way.
Thank you for allowing me to express myself.
And thank you for the oppurtunity to be the poet laureat.
Anyone could do it right?
So thank you for oppurtunity.
So back to America.
And its great teachers.
One of my guides is a man called Mr Twenty Twenty.
Thank you Mr Twenty Twenty.
I finally see that giving thanks, is not a cheesy American past time.
It is not a fat white man with a donut and an insincere smile.
It is the way of the native and it has meaning.
It is the custom of a culture indigenous to the land of those that call themselves free.
And I can see exactly how it works and why.
I am doing it right now.
Taking charge of my day.
I can see I could be a miserable English man, moaning about circumstance.
Or I could be a native warrior, a fellow guide, wiseman and teacher.
Making sure the Ty-Whartons that follow, transcend the British way.
So just for today.
Thank you for the oppurtunity to be alive.
Thank you for the opportunity work things out for myself.
Thank you for the adventure playground of life and it’s infinite possibilities.
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
I had an amazing revelation this evening, I am free.
I can do what the hell I like and I will still be accepted.
I don’t have to struggle to fit in.
I actually have total freedom from all aspects of society by simple virtue of the fact I don’t quite fit in and have an explanation as to why.
It means I have the wild card in the pack, I can be anyone I want to be and more.
A golden ticket to be, do or have anything I want to.
This evening I remembered all the mad people I have known along the way.
The schizophrenics, the bi-polar, the damaged and derelict.
They all have something in common.
They all know who they are.
I am far from damaged or derelict, however I do have one massive advantage over most of humanity.
I am no longer seeking.
I know who I am.
I spent years trying to figure out where I fitted into the grand scheme of things.
Years failing at being something other than who I am now.
Years trying to graduate from a blatantly ridiculous education system.
Years trying to find friends, a job, a life.
I was a square peg in a round hole.
I am about a third of the way through my life now (I am 46).
And I am lucky enough to have figured all this out, so the next 92 years will be fruitful and fulfilling ones.
Simply put, I am now a square peg in a square hole.
Where I was bewildered by my inability to function socially I am now mildly amused by it.
I don’t care about social boundaries, I no longer find it upsetting that I don’t understand them.
Not having them is fun, great fun!
Okay, I might look uncomfortable at your function if I am too polite to tell you I am bored.
Within my own skin, I am perfectly happy.
Life has a funny way of turning out.
Apparently, awareness of self is an important turning point on the path to higher consciousness.
What I wonder is, if there is more about us the same than is different, how far apart we really are?
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
I love my life, I really do, but am I really living it? Or will I live it tomorrow, when time has already been and gone?
There are versions of the life I could have lived, lost out there in the sands of time because of the choices I’ve made.
The obvious ones are forgotten lovers.
I have fallen in love with several people during my life, and with the exception of my current relationship, I almost never recognize it at the time.
It used to be hard to distinguish between a person who comforted my anxiety and someone who really lit me up.
I can count on one hand the people I didn’t do enough for and in turn they slipped through these same fingers in one way or another.
Even in my current relationship I am now wondering if I am doing enough to nurture it’s longevity for a lifetime.
It is easy to fall into a routine as love blossoms. I have everything I want and more, perhaps I need to remind my partner of this more often.
I awoke from a dream earlier and it was so real, for a moment I thought it was really happening.
When I was 16 I fell in love with someone a lot younger than me.
When I was 18 or 19 I left a relationship I was in to be with that person.
I was only with her for a matter of moments, but the experience was amazing.
More significant things happened in that week of my teenage life than in any other.
I redefined my taste in music and experienced the timeless bliss of love in summer meadows, wondering at the nature of the Universe.
What happened next was a bit of a life changing event.
Under massive pressure from my friends, I was persuaded to return to my original pining girlfriend.
I was told that knocking around with a load of 15 and 16 year olds, going to parties with them, just wasn’t cool.
Getting back with my original girlfriend massaged my ego, for a split second she was flatteringly attentive.
Familiar ground and a reunion late at night led to me walking home in turmoil.
Stupidly, I succumbed to everyone else’s advice and made a wrong decision (for me).
I don’t think I saw the other girl for many years after that.
Somewhere in the back of my mind some infinite possibilities were lost.
Somewhere in the pit of my stomach 30 years on I can occasionally remember the feeling of separation.
Not for the first time, I had given up love, for the opinion of others. I was a fool!
Within days, the original relationship went back to being a roller coaster ride of jealousy, even dominated my life for 8 months when I moved to London shortly afterwards.
So what do I think might have happened if I had stood up to my peers?
Who knows, I may even have stayed in my home town? I might even be there today…
I actually have a recurring dream where I am a bit older and walk the route to the girl’s house.
In my dreams we are together under all sorts of different circumstances.
Last night I was in Los Angeles going to meet her at a party.
And when I wake up, I almost never realize I am 46 years old and have a daughter the same age this girl was when I first met her.
I haven’t seen her in years, yet a part of her is somehow stuck with me.
Some of the things we did are like photographic memories.
But why does this relationship stick in my mind?
I don’t think she is someone I need to suddenly have in my life thirty years on. I don’t even think I should have done anything any differently. What I have now, wisdom, is no match for youth. And I probably wouldn’t give it too much thought if it wasn’t for the dreams.
I definitely would not change the relationship I am currently in. By design, it is perfect.
I struggled through countless relationships to decide what works and what doesn’t to find out the kind of relationship I want to be in.
When I met my current partner, I immediately knew she was the one.
They say, you’ll know true love when you find it.
I am not sure as a teenager I knew very much about anything.
With benefit of thirty years hindsight perhaps!
As she sat there on the back of my friend’s moped, all those years ago, I was mesmerized.
And when my chance came?
Perhaps I wasn’t ready to “accept” love and felt I had to fight for it?
Or perhaps the lesson is more simple?
I think the answer is, I didn’t have the wisdom to take a stand for what I believed in.
I didn’t take responsibility for my feelings and fight for my right to be in love.
So you see, that is why I am grateful for that lesson and grateful for the dreams.
They remind me to love the people I love now and not wait thirty years to tell them I have loved them.
To stop and count my blessings, and to always do what is right for me!
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
The fun with the children continues…
I am pleased to announce however, so does the blog, except I am not writing it…
When people write interesting comments in response to things I have written I invariably go and check out their work. I am intrigued by the person I am about to introduce as they share some of my ideas and ideals and write in a similar way to me.
Given that we have never met, live 5000 miles from each other and have very different lives, I am as I say, intrigued.
I love this blog, it’s something I think about a lot, though for any action I know I have mastered, I have yet to start work.
Please do follow her links and read her material. Oh and now my book is on Amazon for $9 with free shipping you’ll have change in your pocket to buy hers as well.
Over to Reine.
I have been thinking a lot about what a true “Master” is.
When you hear the word Master, or read about someone who has mastered something, you think of someone who is outstanding and at the top of the list for what they set out to do. A Master of Kung Fu or perhaps someone has mastered playing the piano. But what can we gauge a Master by? Is it his technique? His full comprehension of something? His skill and accomplishments? To a degree, it’s all of those things. Though I do believe the term Master has been misunderstood for many over time. To understand what being a Master is, I am bringing up the old saying, “A jack of all trades, yet a Master of none”. Many of us have been taught to try as many things as you can in life. Of course, this is an amazing way to expand your horizons. It is a wonderful way to be. But there is truth in the saying. To dabble and “give it a try” is just that. Many of us are very happy doing this. Perhaps you tried pottery class, and then decided to give yoga a go; maybe cooking Thai was next so on and so on. Now, you have such an array of amazing things you experienced, but you must take that for what it is. Some experience. To say after taking a 4 week pottery class, you’ve “Mastered” pottery would be absurd. Even if you have taken pottery all your life, does it mean you’ve mastered it? It depends on how you view what a Master truly is.
Taken from the book The Dancing Wu Li Masters by Gary Zukav
“A Master teaches essence. When the essence is perceived, he teaches what is necessary to expand the perception.” To taste a dish of food, to savor the flavors and textures; to understand what goes into the preparation, the spices and where they came from – being grateful for having this food, that is the “essence” of the dish. If you wanted to be a Master Chef, you would have the “essence” for your creations. This goes for anything one wants to Master in life. You must walk before you crawl. You must be your action of that very moment and understand how and why you are there.
For a Martial Arts Master, they must combine the body/mind unity to fully become as such in their skill. One cannot be without the other. So in plain language, you must walk the walk, if you talk the talk.
Then there is the catch phrase, “Master of your own fate”. Can one really be? Mastering something perceives the essence and then expanding the perception, you would have to define “fate”. What have we read about fate? Force predetermining events: the force or principle believed to predetermine events. Outcome: a consequence or final result.
Destiny: something with decisive or far-reaching consequences that inevitably happens to somebody or something. Would it make sense to say then, that we can indeed be a Master of our fate? I believe we cannot Master fate. I believe we can Master our journey. This is the most important part of it all. We are taught that how we begin something and how we end something are what really counts. It is true that starting off well and ending well is our goal, but it’s not the essence of what we achieve. When a runner is in a race, he wants to get the best start possible. To get as far in the lead as he can, it will be easier to maintain his pace throughout and hold his place right? Does this mean he will win? No. He wants to, but if he comes in second or third, he has still taken part in the race and all it took to get him there, was profound. This is the perception expanding. If this runner had not been a true Master of running, he would be focused on winning. It would mean everything. But if the runner’s perception could view how his whole life has been altered by being in motion and trying, he has become greater then any first place could give him.
Fate then is always changing with our perception and essence. The only thing we can truly Master is ourselves. Then what ever you are trying to achieve will be as great as you are in that moment. As amazing as you become from your understanding of your “race”.
So, when you are ready to give your time to something and want to do well with it and become a Master; try to remember that everything you open your mind to through your class, or sport, or artistic creation has this essence you must have reverence for and become a part of. Master the possibilities…
Reine
About me: I am a 35 year old poet, singer, songwriter Mother of 3 living in N.Y.
I have a book out called Soul Words and the poetry in it is about all of these things I have come to understand in my life journey. I have fused science and the soul into words.
You can find me on
http://reinem.wordpress.com/ and http://www.myspace.com/soulwordsamodeo
I have my older two children staying with me for a week and have decided to spend less time on the computer. As it is one of my special interests I am literally dragging myself away from it kicking and screaming. To make sure I have less contact with it I have invited some of my favourite fellow blog writers to to stand in for me.
It is with great pleasure that I give you this amazing piece from “Sean Wright” – I even get to learn something about him that I didn’t previously know.
What I do know is that Sean is an amazing musician and writes some, or should I say a lot of amazing songs.
When you have finished here, I have a feeling you may just be compelled to check out his website…
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Sean Wright…
I’ve been working for years – 19 years to be precise – on alternative
thinking/acting/doing. I’ve been gurued, and shamanised, spirit
guided, theosophied, yogafied, and much, much more. Thinking about it,
there isn’t much I haven’t either experienced or read about in the
loosely termed Higher Consciousness field. And therein lies the
challenge: what’s REALLY going on? What are we REALLY doing here in
this physical reality? What is the purpose of life, love, and the
ideologies that spin this world of ours from states of chaos that are
desperately trying to make sense and order?
From my perspective, there are two states of knowledge or information
that I value. One, is first hand. The second is second hand. The
second hand is useful if you have no direct experience of the
continuity of life, the so-called eternal or Divine
consciousness/subconsciousness that we all inhabit, weather we are
aware of our greater self or not. I have come to call this second-hand
state: the forever searching man.
The first state of first hand experience offers up mind-altering, and
ego-challenging opportunities. The first state connects you DIRECTLY
to the source of yourself. Some call it the Creator within all
creation. We are all linked, and therefore by definition and logic -
we are all one.
You may be wondering, what the hell is this guy talking about? Well, I’ll
tell you. I need a context, and an event so that you may understand.
It happened like this. 19 years ago. I’d stupidly dived into the
swimming pool. It was an outdoor pool, and the cover had been drawn
across it, except for about five feet of clear water at the deep end.
I shouldn’t have done it, but it was too late now. Somehow, I banged
my head as I dived. I got disorientated, and thought that I was
swimming underwater towards the hole, but in fact I was swimming in
the opposite direction towards the shallow end that was already
covered. I came up for air, but the cover was somehow lying flat on
the surface. I couldn’t break through! I panicked, and punched the
thick blue cover above me, but for some reason, it didn’t budge.
Everything was blue. The water, the cover, the sky that I knew was
above but couldn’t see. I knew then that I would never see that sky
again.
I understood at the deepest level. I was drowning. I was stuck
beneath the water, and no-one knew it. I was drowning. My vision
faded, my lungs ready to explode with the unbearable desire to
breathe. I opened my mouth, a reflex of survival, and…
http://seanwrightalbum-a-month.blogspot.com/
