I recently completed The Landmark Forum and have had another good look at the issues which have been running my life for years.
In unravelling some unbelievably difficult things, such as finding out I don’t need to have a panic attack if I say something out loud in public, or that I was the one who nailed myself to a cross to be a martyr, I started looking at what else is possible.
I have been in tears all day and I love it. Not from a place of sadness for the world, more for the pure genius of it. I have been understanding the nature of what it is to be inspirational from a whole new level.
I have been in a personal enquiry about music and I realize there are two kinds of musician.
There are musicians who practice for years and sing songs. There are musicians who are technically incorrect who move listeners to tears.
I have no affinity with U2, particularly as Duran Duran are very competitive of them.
Today however the guitar riff from Sunday Bloody Sunday spinning as an ear worm in my consciousness compelled me to listen.
I cried.
I totally understand Bono to be a person who stands for something bigger than himself.
Bono is not the bands singer when he opens his mouth, his voice is a function of the stand he takes for peace.
I considered the nature of it and there are a handful of people on the planet who really shine.
Then I asked myself, what would I take a stand about that would be at the same level?
Then I realised that being a stand for employment oppurtunities for adults with autism is a very different game than being a man who sets up a transport museum to employ people with autism.
From now on I invite you to listen to me in this way.
If you do, you will experience a miracle.
I’ll create it again for you in a different way. Please tell your friends to read the blog and support this space.
Mark Ty-Wharton is a man who stands for employment oppurtunities for adults with autism.
Adults with autism can count on me to carry out this role to the best of my ability.
And a message for Jerry Baden and Werner Erhard.
The possibility I invent for myself and my life out of doing the Landmark Forum, is the possibilty of being (a clearing for) inspiration and peace.
Mark Ty-Wharton
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I just dreamed that I was at the top of a huge tower (like the Blackpool Tower) and I had to move from one side of the tower to the other by climbing through the the red oxide lattice wrought iron work.
Now normally, you wouldn’t get me to the top of a ladder without some level of complaint.
I was terrified, locked rigid to the spot, looking down.
In my dream the World was ending.
So, I simply thought “What is the worst that can happen?”
I could die!
Then with the realisation life is about to end anyway, I simply CHOSE not to be scared and started to move across the tower, looking down in awe of the height.
The significance of the dream is, we ALWAYS have choice.
Having participated on courses like Landmarks Forum and Essence, I have direct experience of real life changes I have made.
Fear is actually one of these, in my book The Logic Of Attraction I explain how to overcome it.
Once down from the tower I found myself doing other things differently as well.
I somehow found myself running a Duran Duran show from a Yamaha QY20 and Simon was singing through an old spring reverb (so much nicer than auto-tune).
He started to look annoyed as one of my sound engineer friends took centre stage and mimed the sound samples he had played on the record.
I wonder if Frank Sinatra is getting his royalty from Electric Barbarella!
I reminded Simon the world was ending and suddenly he was on stage surrounded by chocolate gateaux and Becks.
He looked at me and said “fuck it” then threw down his microphone and started shovelling cake into his face.
Andy was guzzling beer.
They reminded me of Ed and Oucho!
Next I was on a motorcycle avoiding a war zone in a desert (not dessert, Simon was already doing enough of that).
The complexity of the plot at this point is too jagged to recall, however my bike did turn into our family car and it ran out of fuel.
At the petrol station a queue formed miles down the road.
A man offered to sell me organic deisel and gave me a cup full to get me to his house. It looked like cooking oil to me with something horrid floating on top of it. He poured more of it on Gina’s silver fur coat than into the car.
I kept thinking “I can bloody well make this stuff, why buy it from him, when I can do it myself”.
I personally almost never know if I am making the right decision, for me, till after I am done with it.
I may spend a considerable amount of time and energy seeking something, only to find when I get it, it is not what I wanted at all.
I almost beleieve the things we truly need in life, come to us in random, inspired moments.
So what is the significance of this?
Time to do things differently?
Time to give up accountability in fear and choose again?
Time to take my first step along the high wire perhaps.
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
I have had the ghost of Simon Le Bon’s opinion living with me all day.
Simon was a great believer in the idea that the early success of Duran Duran was born out of a hunger for fame and fortune.
And that subsequent or later albums were the more complacent ramblings of accomplished musicians.
So here I am, writing.
And here I am wondering if writing alone will pay the bills.
Do I care?
Not really, it’s not why I am doing it.
Remember, I am a bohemian with Aspergers who does nothing but get high on chocolate and have revelations about consciousness.
Am I hungry?
Not really, I just ate a bar of chocolate.
And so did my lovely partner, who just happens to have a city job.
So, I am a well fed (almost?) middle aged complacent rambler who is at liberty to get high on chocolate and sit around meditating.
One of life’s great thinkers, only unlike some of life’s philosophers, not suffering extreme hardship.
The only hardship I suffered this week was when the broadband went off for an hour.
I recognised that I have always and will always survive on handouts.
I am a cash cow waiting to happen!
I can simply wake up one day, have worse tics and get dialectically disoriented and Gina can shout “carer’s allowance”.
Moments later, crisp government forms with lithographic ink and boxes to cross, tick and sign will litter the threshold of our home.
And within moments my autism status will go from green to red.
And with an “avast me hearties” I’ll poke out the local Bobby’s eye with my Autism Alert card!
But what’s this?
Life is looking up…
Inspiration is at hand!
The cat has just knocked my Chinese hair restoring tonic down the stairs and it has spilled out all over the floor.
The carpet is probably going to be like bull rushes come morning.
Hope I don’t find any wicker baskets bearing babies among them, it’s hard enough dealing with one of the little buggers!
And at £50 a bottle, do I care?
I’ll always have money, so what does it mean?
Perhaps I should end by making a stupid joke about wolves?
Nope, I’ll leave it.
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
In keeping with my current life goals, I am going to keep this really simple.
I am going to explain the concept of paradigm shift really clearly in a few words.
I have been clearing.
My physical world is full of my past and it needs to go.
My problem is I always get stuck.
I don’t know what to do with things, how to categorise them.
I am a hoarder!
I learned a new trick yesterday. Or should I say I applied the trick of divergence to my situation.
You can read more about divergence and paradigms in The Logic Of Attraction
The question I always ask when going through my things is “Will I ever need this again, is it useful”?
The paradigm is based around saving things for the future in case they are needed.
It’s a pretty common paradigm, known to most as “Waste not, want not”!
I applied one of the exercises from my book, thought it through and finally I had one of those aha moments. I hit the Z axis!
What if I were to ask the question “Can I throw this away” instead?
Suddenly everything has a category.
It either fits “I can throw this away”.
Or it fits:
“I can’t throw this away because…”
And the because becomes the place to put it.
Some of these may include:
In the spares bin for the studio.
In the spares bin for one of the bikes.
Back in the Duran Duran storage facility.
On eBay.
On Freecycle.
And so on.
I want you to get how simple this is!
The questions you are asking form your paradigms in life.
Ask a different set of questions and you are on a different path.
Think about it.
Then think about it some more!
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
Just a quick note about some Duran Duran tour books I found while clearing.
I have set up a charity auction here:
http://www.buyoncegivetwice.co.uk/lots/all?q=duran
Please Tweet about this, post links on forums, your blogs etc.
The more people who know about this, the more money will be raised for the charity.
The charity is the Autism Research Centre in Cambridge.
For me, Wes Wehmiller was one of the most important members of Duran Duran.
He was weird like me.
Actually it might be truer to say I am learning to be weird like Wes.
Wes had a way with weird that was loveable.
Earlier today I was rudely reminded he is dead.
I recently discovered two signed tour books I was given while touring with Duran Duran.
Wes’ signature appears on one of them.
I looked at it and without thinking much about it then looked at the other book.
The other book is signed by Lamya.
It simply says “Hey Tinley Tins. Keep In Touch”.
We didn’t.
She is dead too.
She died on January 8th this year.
Reading those words shocked me.
Whether she meant for me to keep in touch I don’t know.
The bizarre thing is both Wes and Lamya died, as I understand it, of roughly the same condition.
Looking at the book, Steve Alexander wrote “We’ll work together soon” probably ten years ago and we haven’t done it yet.
So I have to assume they are throw away comments and not get too emotional.
And dead is dead right?
Except the legend that is Wes lives on.
Later in the day, I was archiving Duran Duran master tapes and found a session I recorded with Wes in Paris.
It was for one of my tunes which I put up on a machine during a break (which as I recall involved eating a really oily pizza).
I had a tune I wanted help with and Wes laid down a whole load of bass parts for it.
If I am totally honest, I have no idea what he played. I trusted him so much to come up with the goods, that I literally stuck the machine in record and let him get on with it.
So today, I am putting Wes’ bass parts into Pro Tools, throwing a channel open and listening to Wes Wehmiller.
I also have a disk of Steve Alexander drum loops I recorded.
Perhaps I can fuse the two and make something interesting. A tribute perhaps?
So do I need these reminders of friends dearly departed?
Well no…
Like the tour laminates I gave away earlier this year, money cannot replace them.
So guess what?
I want to give the tour books away.
No more writing competitions though.
This time I want hard cash!
I have registered with http://buyoncegivetwice.com and will be running an auction for items to benefit my charity of choice, the Autism Research Centre here in Cambridge, England.
Details of that next week.
Without further adieu, I am packing my virtual bags and leave you in the capable hands of my guest bloggers.
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
Gina has been working on the comments for my anxiety e-book this evening, while I have been designing the cover.
I am really pleased with it overall and will be working on the final manuscript over the weekend.
I hope to be able to deliver the finished article sometime on Monday.
The download will be free, while a printed copy will be available from Lulu.
Now talking of printed copies of things, I have a request.
If you haven’t already done so, please go and buy my first book.
If you are not in a hurry, please buy the printed copy, or order it from your library.
The process is actually really simple.
Take a note of this number with you: ISBN: 978-1-4092-6028-8
Join your local library (if you haven’t already).
Ask them to order the book for you.
You will be helping me, as well as hundreds of people in your area who might not otherwise find out about it.
Now, while digging around looking for the photograph I am using on the cover, I discovered more Duran memorabila, so I am going to have another competition.
All will be revealed next week. (And no, it’s not the master tapes 
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
