mark ty-wharton

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What have you noticed today?
Let me guess.

If you drive a car and you have been anywhere, you probably spotted another like it, or similar.

Perhaps someone reminded you of someone else you know?

Or something about your day reminded you of yesterday, or tomorrow?

Your day will have been punctuated with things which are already in your consciousness.

Your actions will have made sense to you given the values you already hold in your consciousness.

Things outside your mindset will have gone un-noticed or been ignored.

So…

Where am I going with this?

Yes, you guessed it.

What haven’t you noticed?

What you haven’t noticed is you are noticing these things.

You have been programmed by everything that has happened to you this far in life, to operate within your own paradigm of understanding.

In other words – you will only see more of what you already know and understand.

When you see it – it is a completion in your consciousness.

Like, aha, yes, this is reality, great!

So here is a game…

If I assume I notice Peugeot cars, because I drive one…

What if I deliberately start noticing Bentleys, Jaguars and Rolls ROyces?

I get to drive one?

What if I deliberately start noticing people who look like they have money?

I get to be a billionare?

What if I deliberately gravitate towards the mindset of noticing the things I would like to have?

Well…

What if…

As part of the mind game, when I see one of these things, I could drop “there’s a jaguar, just like mine” into my psychological landscape.

You notice the things you have more, than the things you do not have, because they are already in your consciousness.

Do you think?

Noticing the things you aspire towards, closes the loop.

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Mark Ty-Wharton, author of The Logic Of Attraction.

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How do you tell when someone is lying?
And why do humans have a consistent need to lie to one another?
I allowed someone to lie to me yesterday and nodded my head politely just to see how far he would take it.

This person on the surface, is a very genuine looking and sounding bloke.
His eye contact is great and I only spotted one tell tale eye flutter, which may actually have been confusion over my refusing to engage with him over an electrical cable which we both know is potentially lethal.
Who am I talking about?
The builder!

If you have been following me on Twitter, you will know we just had some minor alterations carried out to the house we moved to.
Because of the builder’s continued promises and apologies, we have made decisions based on the information he has given us, which have literally turned our lives upside down.
Something about this person had me trust him. A part of me always believed what he said and I am still giving him benefit of doubt.
He actually does all the right things to appear trustworthy.
Perhaps at the moment he says it, he actually believes it himself?

I knew he was leaving yesterday never to return, when I made him a cup of tea in a mug with his business logo on it.
After loading all his tools onto his van (to get them out my way) and being reassured he was only loading the things he didn’t need for our job, he made motions to start work.
There was an atmosphere of adrenalin. I could almost feel the panic in the air.
He was making all the right noises, explaining how he would move the furniture around to do the floors and that the replacement bath was at the suppliers.
But he had arrived with a fifteen year old lad and not the Corgi registered plumber he had promised to bring with him, something was clearly wrong.
I sensed he needed to be somewhere else in a hurry.
He seemed late for another engagement and the circular saw seemed to be an important part of it.

He was taking great care to explain everything in way too much detail.
The game became such that he thought I didn’t know what he was doing – while I played along with him.
Why?
Because I think the relationship has passed the point where any genuine communication can take place.
Because I don’t think he is capable of finishing the work.
Because the fastest way to get my life back on track was to let him show his true colours.

I rather hoped he would step up to the mark and have a real conversation with me, arrive at a solution.
He decided to take the money and run.
He explained in rediculous detail that the roller he was about to paint my partner’s office with needed to be replaced and he was just popping out to buy another one.
He promised to return within an hour.
As he reversed down the drive, I looked for the mugs.
They were gone.

Given that we have paid nearly all the monies due for the work, what am I attracting?
Have I been mugged? Or taken for a mug?
You tell me!

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

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I am being forced to relax.

I have been charging around preparing to move house and it has become clear when I am in flow and when I am not.

Yesterday my timing turned out to be perfect.

I wanted to rush out of the studio, but my son hadn’t finished his sandwich.

I realized I could make a choice. I could either be agitated, or accept.

I wandered over to a discarded looking equipment rack and was admiring it.

Next moment in walks Guy Farley, the composer. “Hello Mr T that’s a nice rack isn’t it” he greeted me, “do you like it”?

“Is it yours”? I said.

“Yes, do you want it”?

“Wow, wow, that’s so cool, I need something like this for my new studio”. I said.

“Well you would be doing me a huge favour if you took it away”.

I realized in that moment, if I had left the building and rushed my son through his lunch the meeting would NEVER have happened!

We exchanged other gifts too. I gave Guy a book and he gave me a CD of the beautiful music he wrote for the film Mogidliani. Check it out, it’s AWESOME.

Then on the way home I broke a tooth.

I pulled a porcelain crown of the drop of my tooth with a toffee.

Today, I am in a holding pattern outside a dentist in Biggleswade.

They just called me and asked me to come a half hour later.

I am being forced to relax.

Who am I?

Where am I going?

I don’t know!

See you on the other side of the looking glass,