mark ty-wharton

My interest in self development has always been about finding inner peace.

Then a couple of years back, I started to get frustrated about the way I handle money.

I looked at money and money gurus.

I realised I hated people with money. They were bad people. Then I looked at a list of the richest people and found out the people I hated were doing a lot of good in the world. It was a nice thing to find out, though nothing changed in my personal circumstances.

I was in the bath earlier listening to an audio book. The author suggested we form our opinions when we are little children (by the time we are six) and they stay with us for life.

Great, I thought. So how could I apply that to money?

As I lay there in the bath an image popped into my head of me sitting on a swing in my childhood garden with a tin box on my knees. I am six years old. It is an image I have often recalled when trying to decode money issues.

In the box I have some money. A ten shilling note and a fifty pence piece. I am wondering over the shape of the freshly minted coin. It is not a hexagon or an octagon, it has seven sides. I often tell people the story. It’s quite a magical memory. But wait, I have left something out.

In the box is a book. The book has printed columns and I have carefully worked out how much money is in the box. The columns relate to pounds, shillings and pennies. I am the ONLY boy in my class who can do this.

There are twelve pennies in a shilling and twenty shillings in one pound. I had also finally figured out the meaning of a guinea, twenty one shillings. It had taken a long time to learn all this and it is very complicated. I even knew the relationship between crowns, half crowns, florins, sixpences and threepenny bits.

As I recall all this I am aware of a huge and overwhelming disappointment. It lives in me now like a “what’s the point” an absolute hatred, like a “have to” do. And I don’t want to, it ruins everything!

With pounds, shillings and pennies (L s d) I got to be brilliant. And here was a new shiny fifty pence piece. And with it, a new system. A hundred pence in a pound. Ten shillings (one hundred and twenty pennies) equals fifty pence. No more “If Tom buys five apples for threepence and Mary has a shilling, how much change will Jack have from a crown?”

I hated the new system, plain and simple. I had spent hours on the old system and now it seemed I had completely wasted my time. What was the point?

I was a very clever boy and could show how clever I was with money. Nobody else understood it. And THEY had ruined it!

Any idiot can add up base 10. Really!

What’s the point!!!

THAT feeling, associated with money?

I got…

I HATE MONEY

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

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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

Over the course of the past two years, I have been reading at an increasing distance.

About two years ago I had a horrific virus in both eyes and at the time was tested and shown to have 20/20 vision.

I now hold books at mid arm length to have the text in focus.

I decided to book an eye test.

I was a little shocked to find my eyesight has deteriorated by a full point in the elderly direction.

Even more shocked to find it is an age thing, that at age 45 eyes start to change.

I just invested £180 in my future clarity of vision.

My glasses will be ready in a week.

Time to book another photo shoot with Tim Rosier perhaps?

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Literally perhaps?

mark ty-wharton