My travels giving courses, talks and presentations, takes me to many countries around the world, East to West, and I enjoy my work.
With nothing better to do, I have posted my reply here, so that it may help others or promote a debate on the subject.
Email from Jean-Daniel Antenau, Quote :-
I just came to get some information about NLP. I’m french and went on some site by Phillip Holt, a friend of yours.
This man pretends reading dictionaries at the speed of 30,000 words/min in order to understand the general meaning of any book in foreign language ! Interesting isn’t it ? I was interested.
So I visited his place on internet and the French translation was… at best funny, at worst not understandable !
Then I visited your page : it was the same pathetic story !
Hey ! Ho ! What is this all about ? Just making fun of everything ? Aren’t there more serious businesses to do of your lives in these times ?
My Reply :-
Thank you for your input.
Being able to absorb information at such high speed, means people do have more time to spend on the more serious side of modern living.
Over the last couple of days, news has come to me that I am in two places at the same time.
How can that be?
There seems to be two of me.
There is the one in my shoes now giving training, and another one here in Istanbul, Turkey, who is teaching hypnosis.
I became confused as I know which one is me, I am in my shoes, and my feet hurt, so I know it is me.
Perhaps my feet hurt because there is someone else getting in my shoes at the same time.
There has always been ‘Little Phillip‘ trainers, people who have been on my courses and copied what I do, and then deliver the same courses, often word for word, even using my same stories or metaphors and jokes, but this is different.
A person calling themselves Phillip Holt, is delivering hypnosis in courses.
The strange thing is this person is Turkish. Surely they must realise that ‘Phillip Holt‘ is not a Turkish name, and the participants will realise that something strange is going on.
Just in case the person wants to copy me even more, he should make his hair grey, grow a beard, age a little, speak English with a British accent, and put on some weight.
Just in case he does not know what I look like this is a picture of me.
The real Phillip Holt
I had contact from a Turkish lady I had met whilst giving courses in Turkey, and this course Learning English with NLP.
When I first met her, her English was quite poor, she would sit in the corner, her head lowered, and would not say much at all, although her loverly personality shone through.
She is a lady that takes care of her appearance, her looks. Her choice of clothes are well co-ordinated and of high quality. Whereas others would be in jeans and tee shirts, she would not be. She must have taken time in considering what to wear.
Her hair, long and blond, must have taken a long time to do in the morning.
Her makeup was like her clothes, carefully considered, matched with the whole appearance.
I initially thought that she would be a problem, one that perhaps did not really want to learn, was there for another reason. But as the time went by, I noticed that she really did want to learn, and that she was putting into practice what I was teaching, not only that, she was helping others to do the same, not by force, but by example.
She attended all my sessions, including my relaxation sessions, or should I say hypnosis sessions, trying to be first to be able to get the bean bag cushion, or a couple of smaller cushions so she did not have to sit on a chair.
Whenever I spoke, in a session or at tea/coffee break, she hung on every word I said, and I could tell when she was having difficulty understanding, so that enabled me to modify my language content, so that she could understand me.
She knew what she wanted. I know she had a plan, she could see the outcome, she knows where she wants to be.
To continue her learning, she is to attend a course in England, in the south coast seaside resort of Bournemouth, starting in the next few months, and is due to last for six months.
In her messages, she asked for information. What is Bournemouth like, do I know the school she will attend, but especially, do I know anyone that can be available to help her if she needs it?
Well Bournemouth is a popular seaside town, especially in the summer months, but also popular with people at the end of their life, who retire there, as the air and temperature is good and warm most of the time.
Bournemouth in summertime, with steep cliffs to the rear.
Built on cliffs, there is a lot of climbing to do, from the beach with the walks and relaxing sea air, to the well appointed shops and restaurants in the town center, via well kept gardens, with plenty of seat to look at the views and to rest those tired legs.
Although there is a higher than the national average of “old age pensioners” in the town, there is also a growing number of students, which means there is good entertainment, nightlife, disco’s, bars. There is also an out of season influx of business people who will attend conferences in the well appointed hotels.
Like many south coast towns in the UK, schools and colleges have opened to cater for the worldwide appetite to learn English, some are small, some belonging to universities. There are thousands, so I do not know any to recommend or to talk about.
Unfortunately or fortunately, I will not be in England that much as I give courses around the world, and the pending departure to Malaysia. But, I do have a cousin near by, and friends and acquaintances in the area, perhaps one may volunteer just to be there, to give a helping hand.
Of course, I will be always available, albeit at a distance, to help, and if we find ourselves in the same town, I hope we can meet up, and have a drink or two. That is what friends are for.
Good luck Anit (tweety). Contact me if you need anything.
It is always sad to loose a friend, but especially one with whom one has experienced the ups and downs of life and work.
I have just heard that a fellow teacher/trainer I had worked with in Turkey, both in Istanbul and Ankara has passed away.
Saadet Kimyon, was a girl who had a smile, no matter what the experience she was going through, she always worked to her full potential, offering her participants she was teaching English to, only the best.
It is Saadet I mention in my courses, who had worked in England, near Oxford, for many years, only speaking and teaching in English.
It was when she returned to Turkey with her partner to live and work, that she found that though a native Turkish speaker, her ability to speak in her own tongue, was reduced.
It was through Saadet’s experience of memory usage, and relaying this to my participants in my metaphors, that we can understand that you must “use it, or loose it“.
But, I have said that whatever you have learned in the past, that memory or learning can be accessed and used again. It may take effort.
So it was with Saadet, she soon spoke Turkish as a native.
Saadet, may you rest in peace.
So OK I am getting better from the cold or virus (virus or bacteria click to read) I developed, with runny nose, sore throat, and a thick head. But, last night it felt as if I had something stuck in the back of my throat, a pocket type thing, hanging from the roof of the back of my mouth.
What was it?
Had I eaten some strange food that got caught, had I scratch the roof of my mouth?
On looking inside the mouth, I saw the uvula the small finger like thing hanging at the back of the mouth, between the tonsils, if you still have them.
It was inflamed and swollen. It is highly infected.
It seems that an infection can be caused by a number of things, including dehydration, well I am drinking a lot so it can not be that, smoking, I gave that up 30 years ago and no-one smokes here, or allergic reaction, it could be that as I have no idea what I am eating, or snoring, I know I do not snore even though people say I do, I know they are lying, or a viral or bacterial infection (click to read Virus v Bacteria).
They say the best thing to do is to gargle with salt water. Well I will give it a try.
As I had no idea what the purpose of the uvula is, I researched I found some interesting information. I know why we have legs and arms, but this thing hanging from the top of the mouth, the soft palate?
It seems it is used to stop food going the wrong way down, in other words down our wind pipe, it is also useful for making sounds.
For a few years I had taken participants learning English in Turkey (click on the Category Archives on the left hand panel “English Courses” for more information), who were on a nine day course from 9am until 9pm, and three times a day, I would teach them some skills using NLP, some relaxation and memory skills, and during the sessions I would teach that language was a whole body experience.
It seems that the uvula plays an important part in language and talking.
When making sounds with the air coming from the lungs, the uvula is used along with the tongue, in English to make guttural sounds, to stop air passing through the nose to make sounds like my wifes family name NG. Different languages use the uvula to make different sounds.
Ok another piece of useless information to add to my collection.
I arrived in Ataturk Airport, Istanbul, and still no message as to a hotel where I am to stay.
I called a friend, and asked for a bed for the night. But now I find myself wide awake at 3am in the morning. I will be in no fit state to start a nine day course. I am just like the previous night, fighting with my internal mind, and no sleep. If only I could talk to someone.
On top of that, there are a lot of outstanding fees for my training sessions.
This is the last straw.
I cannot carry on working for nothing, and living on the streets.
So I go on the internet to answer my emails. and notice more invitations to join Facebook, a site that people join as a community, to link with other friends.
I am amazed how addictive it has become to many people. It seems to have taken over their lives.
It is the same as MSN chat lines or SMS mobile telephone messages. It seems that people would rather communicate in cyberspace, not to speak face to face with other people, even when they are sitting opposite to them.
It seems that people spend hours on Facebook, not communicating in the real world, but to virtual friends. Perhaps they neglect to do their normal day to day tasks, maybe, their work suffers, or relationships too.
How often are we absorbed in our own world (or cyberworld), and fail to see reality, the real world around us?
How often have we failed consider the people who rely on us for work we must do, commitments we must honour, friends and colleagues we should have paid attention to?
How often have we overlooked those that love us, that are near and dear to us, that want to give their affection, and dream of getting love and affection back?
Perhaps too often. It is only when we loose these loved ones, friends and colleagues that we realise how we have become so obsessed and addicted to the unreal world, of TV, video games and the internet.
Sleep well world. I will now go and play on Facebook.
And, I apologise to the one or two people who will not be seeing me tomorrow.
For most of the day I could not forget Dr. İbrahim Halil Zarif, a participant over the past few months on courses held in Istanbul, learning English.
I saw a quiet, considerate man, who always had a smile for all.
His life was taken along with his wife, by a gunman, leaving small children to face the rest of their lives without loving parents.
Life is but a stopping place along the road to eternity. We all have different journeys to take, different paths, and it is along the way that we meet others, to learn from them love, kindness and compassion.
Let us that remain to take that final road, pass on and teach to others that love, kindness and compassion, especially the children.
The final day of English with NLP in Istanbul, Turkey. June 2007.