Today I start the long journey to Malaysia via the UK, after finishing my training in Rimini in Italy.
It has been yet another wonderful experience working with the participants on the Society of NLP’s Master NLP Practitioner course.
I must thank the participants for all their hard work, and joy they gave me.
But now, I must start my journey to my next training, in Malaysia on Wednesday (see entry) with HR personnel with LexusNexus.
I have to go via Bologna, a wonderful city, to catch my flight to London, to arrive Monday afternoon, then take the evening flight to Malaysia, arriving Tuesday night.
I hope the flight will be smooth so I can get some sleep. Having been sun burnt on the beach here in Rimini, I think I will have a restless flight.
Author: nlpnow
The loneliness of the long distance trainer
In 1962 the was the film, The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, starring Tom Courtenay, and written by Alan Stillitoe.
It tells how Colin, a youth from the English of Nottingham, famous for Robin Hood, a boy who was rebellious, and from a poor background, was caught stealing from a bakery, and was sent to a reform school.
It was at the reform school that he found solace, satisfaction in long distance running, he could escape from everyday problems, review his past and re-evaluate the privileges and rank given to him by the authorities a the borstal or reform school.
It was whilst he was running that he had to push through the pain barrier, that pain that grips the stomach, and at which time many people give up the race. It is when he pushed through this barrier that he could escape into his world.
Many years ago, I found the joy of long distance running, or as I knew it, cross country running.
As a boy, I would set off on a route, where there could be no turning back, I just had to continue to reach my destination.
I would not jog, but set off at a fast speed, I needed to do more paces, or strides, than most people as I have short fat hairy legs.
My legs would begin to ache. I would start to breath heavily, and begin to sweat.
I knew that within a few moments I would get the extreme pain in my stomach, the stitch as we called it. If I pushed through that, it would disappear, the pain in my legs would go, my breathing would ease, and I would feel the cooling wind on my body.
It was as if I was floating on air, my legs would be ponding away, but I felt nothing.
It was then that I felt I was in a different world, my own world, where I could be by myself, to think, to plan, to review, and it was so plain to see what I was to do, to be able to plan.
Unlike Colin in the film The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, I have found that it is of no use to be rebellious against authority. Colin, under the guidance of the governor of the borstal, becomes the best long distance runner in the region, and he is entered into a competition against a local school.
Colin soon realises who is the person he must beat to win the race, and as soon as the race starts, Colin over powers the competition, leading the race from the start. As he runs he is in his own world, reflecting on the horrid past he had lived, and all he saw was the hopelessness of the future.
He stops just before the finish line, and although the onlookers and supporters shouted for him to continue, he could see no future, and rebelled against all, allowing the other to race past him and win the race.
For me I want a brighter future, I know that there will be pain, times when I am alone in a far off country, having to eat by myself in the evening, to go to bed without a good night hug or kiss, when I have a long stretch of training days, perhaps 21 days without a break from 9am in the morning until 6pm at night. I know that there will be many obstacles along the way, people not agreeing to my methods, my teaching, people who have problems they want me to solve, which is over and above the course content. There will be people who will be trying to trip me up, to make me fall, but in my extra hightened state of awareness I can see them before they can strike. But, if I push on, the pain I will suffer will be overcome, and I will be able to see things much clearer, it will be as if I am on a cloud, being able to work at a higher level.
I know that the end will come, and that if I push on, just like when I was a younger me, I will win, and all who ran the race with me will be winners too.
I plan for that brighter future, I have nothing else in my mind, so much so, that I love my job.
What a difference a day makes
After my new experience of first class travel on the Italian TRENITALIA Eurostar to Rimini, and the thunderstorms on arrival, I have woken to a different day.
A near cloudless day, I look out over the sandy beach of Rimini, which is just a mass of sunshades, all segmented into regimented lines, of different colours, designating which hotel they belong to.
Early morning view of Rimini (Italy) beach from the Bellevue Hotel my balcony.
Although it is still only 8:30am, holiday makers and sun seekers are out and about, even some taking an early dip in the sea. Too early for me.
Now I need to get ready for the start of NLP Italy’s NLP Master Practitioner course, and stop using a free internet connection.
First class travel?
These days I seem to be traveling most of the time, but today traveling from London to Rimini in Italy gave me a form of transport I have never traveled before.
Rather than take a taxi from my home to Gatwick Airport, I took a train, or two trains, and knowing how public transport is usually good, but on the odd occasion there is a delay or breakdown, I find it better to take an earlier train or bus than I would normally take just in case.
This meant that I had extra time to watch the world go by in the departures lounge. I would have preferred an extra hours sleep.
As there is no direct flight to Rimini from London, I took a flight to Bologna, (Italy), a beautiful city I have visited before and having some great statues and history. See previous entries.
From Bologna, I had to take a train to Rimini and as I waited on the platform it started raining. So much so for sunny weather.
I had to buy a ticket for this train when I arrived at the station, but was told it was full. But then I was told, I could travel first class, Standing.
How can you have first class standing?
OK, I could get to stand in the first class carriage, with those extra wide and comfortable seats. But I would be standing in my shoes. Are they first class? My socks are quite old now and wearing thin, so not all that comfortable unlike the armchair seats.
Still I was superior to the “ordinary passengers, the other side of the dividing glass door.
Arriving in Rimini with sore feet, it was still raining, and I had to wait for a taxi in the drip, drip, dripping of rain, along with four other people. After a long wait, a taxi arrived and the first person got in that and disappeared, leaving another two in front of me. Shortly later another taxi drove up and the next person got in, and beckoned by the taxi driver so did the second person, the he asked me to get in.
The last time this happened to me was in Cairo, when I got a taxi from the airport to my hotel. Along the way, the driver picked up other passengers, and dropped them off, making a fortune at my expense. He was not happy when I refused to give a tip.
My Rimini driver still charged each of us the standard charge for each of our individual journeys,even though we traveled together.
Once in my compact room, I looked out of my window with a balcony, to see a big thunderstorm forming.
Oh well, perhaps it will not be my chance to see all those bikinis on the beach just across the road.
Oh Poo Poo.
Can you do from just reading?
I am asked often, during courses, when people make inquiries, asking questions, what books do I recommend for them to read to learn this or that.
I am often at a loss what to say, as there are so many books available, in fact we are overwhelmed by written material, and every man and his dog seems to have written a book.
What information do they need?
What do they wish to achieve?
What will they put the knowledge to do?
No one book will contain all the knowledge on a subject, there will be a bit in this book, a bit in that book, even the Encyclopaedia Britannica only skims the truth, the full facts about our world, for as we research and discover new facts, new theories, new ideas, so what was written becomes incorrect, old and out of date.
I devour books. This week alone I have brought ten books. Some books are on the training subjects I give, NLP, memory, phobias, fears, stop smoking, weight loss, and more. Some are fiction, recommended by Andy Tuck, the General Manager of Borders book shop in Kingston upon Thames, as I said to him I was enjoying reading the complete and unabridged novels of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
We can all learn so much from books, as long as we realise that the book was written by another human being, who has their own understanding on the world, on the subject matter, and are they correct?
Reading Sherlock Holmes, I came across a passage in The Hound of the Baskervilles, which could sum up what I have just said, as Sherlock Holmes was supposed to have a brilliant mind, as he says:-
“Certainly, though I cannot guarantee that I carry all the facts in mind. Intense mental concentration has a curious way of blotting out what has passed. The barrister who has his case at his finger end, and is able to argue with an expert upon his own subject, finds that a week or two of the courts will drive it all out of his head once more…….”
Another aspect of learning from books, is getting the knowledge into the brain, but will this enable us to do the thing physically we have just learned.
Take riding a bike. Say you have no knowledge of riding a bike, you have seen people doing so, but never ridden one yourself.
So you go to the bookshop, buy a book, Learn to ride a bike in a day, and read and understand the concepts, the procedures, the mechanics of riding a bike.
Would you be able to ride a bike?
No.
Reading gives us knowledge, but does not teach our body how to do it.
Doing something is a whole body experience.
We have to get the knowledge into our brain.
We have to get our body to act upon the instructions from our brain. In the case of riding a bike, how to keep balance on two wheels, How to push one leg down on the peddle with the correct amount of pressure, whilst allowing the other leg to rise, and at the same time steer the bike by moving the handle bars, which also will help the balance.
So I have ten books to get through, to extract knowledge, and then enact upon the knowledge for the purpose I want. That is the beauty of PhotoReading, being able to absorb 20,000 – 30,000 WPM, a page a second. Once it is in my mind I will have to activate that knowledge, to put into action what I have now in my mind, to do it.
Reading alone will not make us the expert who can do, we have to practice, to do it, to experience it. That is why I ask people to do the courses I teach, not just read about them, as in my courses we do.
SpecSavers, well done
One year ago I had to buy some more glasses, (see previous entries), and as I had used a local branch of SpecSavers where I live in Kingston upon Thames, in the UK, for some years, I returned to them.
The offer of two pairs of glasses for the price on one, (really?), suits me, as I can carry both pairs around the world, if I break, damage or lose a pair, I have another ready to take its’ place. Another great asset is that one pair has green frames and the other has blue frames, so I could be colour co-ordinated.
I do not wear the all the time as they are for reading, but being bi-focal, I can keep them on, but as I do a lot of reading, I really do need them.
Three weeks ago, one of the arms off pair of glasses one, dropped off, no problem, I had another pair. I must be my fault, perhaps I sat on them, perhaps I could have abused them. I could not remember doing so, but then am I aware of every thing I do?
I wore my second pair, and live continued as normal, a trip to Italy, to Turkey and then on to Bahrain to give courses.
Whilst in the training room in Bahrain, I took my second pair of glasses off to give the presentation, and put them in my shirt pocket. When the time came for the participants to do the exercise I wanted them to do to reinforce their learning, I reached inside my pocket to get my glasses, put them on, to realise that the arm off these glasses had become detached.
Now this time, I know I was not abusive to my glasses, I had treated them with the love and affection they deserved, after all, they were now my only pair. Yes the frames were thin, light etc, but then we have to use them, wear them, that is what they are for.
Like many modern consumer goods, cars, TV’s, computer, they have a life expectancy, and it must be the same with these glasses, as both were the same style of frame.
Now I was in a mess, no glasses, four days of training left for me to give, e-mails to answer, and the latest book I was reading, The Complete Works of Sherlock Homes to finish.
Oh Poo Poo.
There was no way to get them repaired, I tried and the shopkeeper did not want to know, or did not have the correct equipment.
I purchased a pair of off-the-shelf reading glasses. Not bad, not the correct strength, but I could read.
On returning to the UK, I went straight to SpecSavers, and of cause they presupposed that I had damaged them, and it was suggested that it was the way I took them off, until I pointed out that on one pair the right arm had come off, and on the other it was the left.
SpecSavers broken glasses
Now I went into the shop with an attitude of non confrontational, to be friendly, to seek help, and that is what I got in return.
Without any to do, my records were called up, and immediately I was offered new frames, placing my existing lenses into new frames. Unfortunately they had no frames in stock.
Oh Poo Poo.
But, they would get some more, and as soon as they did, they would call me.
Today, one week later, they did telephone, but only one new frame had arrive.
Still now I can see properly to read and type, even if I have to readjust my eyes back to my old pair after using the off-the-shelf ones for two weeks.
Well done SpecSavers. I will await the blue frames, so I can go out in the streets colour matching with my eyes.
In life we have high-level generalisations, those that describe criteria or what is known as our values, those that are important to us.
Although we think ourselves as being rational people, we are more often driven by our emotions, which can be defined as our values or criteria, and these drive our behaviour, even though we may not be aware of them, they are working away at the subconscious level.
Values or criteria will be different in each and every one of us.
Some people drink alcohol because it makes them feel relaxed, reduces their inhibitions, to enjoy company of others, a social gathering, to escape from reality, the intoxication feeling, or to enjoy the taste, these are the values or criteria, that drive them or changes their behaviour.
Others, do not like the intoxication feeling, loosing control, deep seated beliefs maybe from a religious upbringing or culture.
Some people want to fulfill the value or criteria of looking good, to be seen as trendy, up-to-date, to fit in to society at work, school or holiday. Thus they buy fashionable clothes.
Others will want to be comfortable, to change their character, create a different persona, to hide their body.
The criteria we use, or the values we place on our behaviours, will drive us towards or away from doing something, often without us knowing why we are doing that something, as our criteria and values are operating at a subconscious level.
Get to know your own values and criteria, notice your thoughts, feelings, your internal representations, and if things are not working, change them now.
See Once Bitten, Twice Shy . This will help you notice your own values and criteria.
Bahrain still expanding and growing
It is amazing how things change so quickly, not only in the NLP sense with people, but countries too.
I used to travel to Shanghai, China to deliver courses practically every month, and was astonished as to the speed roads and bridges were built, how buildings sprang up, of grandiose designs. I would see a new building nearly every visit where once there was just waste ground the month before.
Bahrain, even at this time of the credit crunch is much the same.
New roads, lined with palm trees still wrapped in their protective covering. Shaded temporary structures tor the masses of Asian workers to keep out of the burning sun. Buildings growing from the reclaimed sea, there is construction everywhere.
New construction everywhere in Bahrain, and loads of new palm trees
The skyline will soon be like New York, with high rise offices, hotels and apartments. Some of these buildings are of strange designs and shapes, like the Bahrain World Trade Center, and they add to the modern character of this island. On the outskirts of the main area of Bahrain, vast housing estates are still being constructed, and the University is being expanded.
And yes there are the poorer areas, where I am told there is trouble brewing nearly every night, something I have not witnessed, but getting lost one night being driving home, I did feel somewhat intimidated as we drove through a village, with narrow streets and backstreet cafés packed with men just after prayer time.
I look forward to return in the future to see how much more the Kingdom of Bahrain has expanded, and I know there will be reminders in what I see everywhere of friends and times gone past, even in rare traffic less streets.
Even a road has reminders for me
I enjoy learning new things, digging down (chunking down in NLP) to find new information about things I see, hear, feel, taste or smell, and I love reading the monthly magazine published by the BBC in the UK called FOCUS.
The FOCUS magazine gives articles on science, technology and the future, sometimes giving background information on programs the will or have been broadcast. I love it.
In the FOCUS issue 204, July 2009, there is the usual section called “MegaPixel“, perhaps six pages of high quality photographs, one photo per page, and with a small inset which explains the photo. They publish some amazing pictures, great enough to make you want to look deeply into the very depth of the image.
One photograph caught my eye straight away, it covered two pages. It was a building very close to where I have stayed whilst in Bahrain giving NLP, PhotoReading, Mind Maps and memory courses.
The building is the Bahrain World trade Center, located on the King Faisal Highway, being a twin fifty-storey building, of a very unusual design.
Between the two oddly shaped towers are three connecting bridges, each housing a 95 ft (30m) wind turbine, which the article said captures the wind’s energy blown in from the Persian Gulf. The electricity produced 11-15 per cent of the twin towers’ energy consumption.
The Bahrain World Trade Center
showing only two of the three wind turbines between the twin towers.
How do they know? Because ever since I have been going to Bahrain, and that has been many times, starting before the building was opened, I have never seen the blades of the turbines turning. Asking my colleagues, they said that they have never seen them turning either.
Even in the most informative and trusted publications, I have learned not to take what I see, hear, feel, smell or taste as the truth, even as I am reviewing the work of Richard Bandler, the Co-founder of NLP, are his stories true? But, if the stories have the desired effect, to make us think, to make changes, perhaps it is OK.
Do not believe everything you read.
Champagne bubbles
Whilst in Bahrain, after finishing the Society of NLP Master Practitioner course, I was taken to the 5 star Banyan Tree Restaurant and spa for a wonderful lunch, actually and afternoon snack, and as we drunk glasses of champagne, a question arose. What makes the bubbles in a glass of champagne?
Champagne Bubbles
Once the bottle is opened, say at a table, the trapped carbon dioxide is release slowly, or in the case of the winners of the F1 races, rather quickly.
Simple.
But why do the bubbles once the champagne has settled still come from the bottom of the glass?
Could it be that the weight of the champagne forces the bubbles out of the liquid? That would mean that the bubbles would be from the deepest part of the glass, but when looking at the glass above and below, that is not true. Also by tipping the glass so that there would be a lower part of the glass, the bubbles keep coming from the same place, in fact bubbles can be seen emanating from many parts of the glass.
Why don’t the champagne bubbles come from the deepest part of the glass?
Is it because there is a flaw in the glass? Surely not every glass has a flaw?
I am confused. I need answers.
Please if you can answer, drop a comment below.