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
I am on an adventure.
For the first time in years I got up at 06:00am to the sound of a distant rooster.
A perfect blues song maybe?
I know all about blues, and I am angry as foolish about my life.
I boarded the 07:07am train for Kings Cross London, in the dark and in thick fog.
As the day wakes up around me, my fellow travellers sleep or bicker and complain about their lives.
I can’t claim “not” to be programmed, it is a part of the human condition.
Except, I know I am programmed by my environment and choose (where possible) what I am influenced by.
People are talking about what was on TV last night.
I don’t have one!
People are buried wide eyed in their newspapers.
On their way to work.
I am on my way to a large group awareness training seminar.
My input for the day so far has been Pat O’Bryan’s blog.
I really like what Pat O’Bryan has to say about James A Ray.
The seminar I am attending was designed by Werner Erhard.
Werner is probably responsible for the
Werner’s work IS in everything and yet?
The man is still hounded and vilified for his brilliance.
Wish me luck in my philosophical enquiry into my anger!
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
mark ty wharton
I have had a very interesting shift in the way I perceive things today.
I have a friend who is blind, who is interested in recording very accurate soundscapes.
We had a long discussion about binaural microphones, headphones and so on and he made me aware of some interesting points.
Then he played me a recording he made in a clothes shop.
What is interesting about the recording is, it is an almost perfect test of the accuracy of his binaural microphones.
The clothes mask reverberation to an extent, while the hangers being moved on the rails provide a real sense of the physical space.
I closed my eyes to listen.
At the end I said “I am sure I felt someone walk across in front of me near the end”.
I also noticed he had achieved something I almost never do, which is, he kept his head absolutely still for the whole recording.
My ‘problem’ is, things in my visual field distract me and I turn my head to look at them and ruin my recordings.
What was eerie was, I could ‘feel’ the people around me.
Yet where in my body did I feel them?
I uncovered something.
When I say “I feel something” it usually means there is something I have heard.
And I started to realise where else I do this.
Audio is integral to my functioning on this planet and my heightened awareness of it in a way constitutes my apparent sixth sense.
But it goes way deeper with me.
I feel it.
I choose sounds and mix records based on how they make me feel.
An element of synaesthasia perhaps?
Cross wiring of the senses.
Unless I deliberately ‘put’ my awareness on kinaesthetic I am not sure it shows up for me.
It is transparent in its total abscence.
So ‘I feel’ my environment with my ears?
I will have to work on this further it seems…
See you on the other side of the looking glass,
mark ty-wharton
