As I approached the brow of a hill, memories came flooding back from when I was a small boy sitting in the back of my parents old Riley car.
Category: Memory
On a recent PhotoReading course in China, I came to the section of teaching the “soft-eyed” vision look using what I call Phillip’s Sausage.
Sorry I put it up-side-down.
Who is the photograph of?
Does it look acceptable?
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Türkiye’deki herkese güzel bir haber; Istanbul’da 17 Nisan 2010 tarihinden itibaren 7 gün sürecek bir Society of NLP Practitioner kursuna daha başlıyoruz.
Türkiye’yi uzun yıllar ziyaret ederek, Istanbul, Ankara, Gaziantep, Antalya başta olmak üzere birçok bölgede Society of NLP standartlarında NLP Practitioner ve Master Practitioner kursları verdim.
Society of NLP’nin lisanslı eğitimeni olarak uzun yıllar Richard Bandler’ın ekibinde çalıştım ve doğrudan kendisinden eğitim aldım. Bu nedenle, benim katılımcılarım da NLP’yi Bandler’ın öğrettiği şekilde öğrendiklerini biliyorlar.
Malcolm Gladwell kitaplarında, bir kişinin belirli bir konuda ya da disiplinde uzman olabilmesi için o konuyu 10,000 saat öğrenmiş olması, içinde olması ya da kullanmış olması gerektiğini söyler. Katılımcılar bu zamanı benimle birlikte alacağından emin olabilir.
Yakın zamanda yine kurucularından PhotoReading, Zihin Haritaları (Mind Maps), Hafıza (Memory) ve Hipnoz (Hypnosis) eğitimleri de veriyor olacağım. Dolayısıyla umarım Istanbul’da görüşürüz…
17 Nisan 2010 tarihinde Istanbul ‘da yapılacak NLP Practitioner kursuyla ilgili daha detaylı bilgi için www.nlpgrup.com web sitesini ziyaret edebilirsiniz.
In a hall so full of students, so full they were sitting on the stairs, I had the honour of giving a presentation of how they could enhance their memory skills and an overview of Mind Maps.
The University of Gaziantep has a number of academic units including Gaziantep Üniversitesi Naci Topçuoğlu, or the Vocational School of Higher Education.
Helped by Mehpare Kileci for the translation, we were on stage for nearly two hours of interactive fun and learning.
Phillip Holt on stage with Mehpare Kileci at Gaziantep Üniversitesi Naci Topçuoğlu
Large numbers of students crowded around at the end of the talk to ask questions, so I hope they learned from the presentation.
Whilst working in Gaziantep, Southern Turkey, I am very lucky to be allowed to stay in the home of Mehpare Kileci of GAP Danışmanlık, and from my lounge diner, I have wonderful views over the local countryside, with a business park, fields of plantations, mountains in the distance and valleys with sparse vegetation.
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View from Mahpare’s home in Gaziantep, Turkey
In the morning, I would stand in the garden waiting to go to the Mind Mapping and PhotoReading courses held at the Gaziantep Tennis Club, enjoying the early sun already reaching temperatures requiring me to remove my suit jacket, taking in the sights and sounds of a lone car straining to climb the little used road from the town in the valley below the house, and the smells, the fragrances, the perfumes of the plants and flowers.
In the evening, after completing another day of training, sometimes being greeted by the family dog Zeus, we would climb the steep stairs leading from the garage to the entrance to the house, again the smells of the garden met the nose.
Mehpare, pointed-out one plant that she and her husband Necdet loved, but did not know the English name.
Silly me did not have a good look at the plant or flower, but my mind took me back to memories of previous experiences, (NLP, Transderivational Search), and to a particular night in Antalya, again in Southern Turkey, a popular holiday resort, and where I gave an NLP Practitioner course.
I walked around the harbour one evening with my translator Asu, and there I was confronted my many Jasmine plants, with a wonderful and powerful perfume coming from the blooms.
Taking some of the bloom, I laid them on my pillow, and I still remember the perfume as I drifted off to sleep.
I could not though as I stood next to Mehpare the name of that plant.
I tried everything I could to remember the name of the plant, me a person that will train others to gain better memory skills, but nothing. The more I tried the more frustrated I became, and that is why I became consumed in searching for the name as I stood there, instead of taking a closer look at the blooms of Mehpare’s plant.
It was whilst dragging my suitcase back to my home in the UK, Norbiton Hall, on my return trip from Gaziantep, thinking what I could eat for my evening meal that the name of plant came to me.
As I teach, it is when the mind is relaxed, distracted, that it really gets to work. At a subconscious level, unknown at a conscious level i.e. we are not aware, it is still working on problems, searching for answers.
Jasmine.
Jasmine flowers
When I contacted Mehpare, she had already done her searching and took a photograph of her plants blooms and told me it was Honeysuckle.
Honeysuckle flowers and plant
In my mind I was still convinced that it was Jasmine, because it invoked a strong memory from my past, especially Antalya.
I think you are correct Mehpare, but my memory of Antalya is still stronger.
A question often asked of me is how can I erase a memory.
My answer is that at this time, (perhaps in the future this will change, and I think it already has), we cannot erase any memory, any experience that we have learned or had. The memory pattern, the neuron pathways will always be there.
The problem is, can we access them.
OK, there are going to be times when memories will be deleted, when people abuse the brain with alcohol, drugs, through an accident or brain damage, a stroke or the ageing process and degenerative deceases like Alzheimer’s. I am talking about the normal functioning brain.
All memories are started by some stimulus, a firing of in NLP terms an anchor. It is when that stimulus occurs and the brain searches the memory banks or goes on a transderivational search, it is the strongest match to that stimulus that will delivered to our consciousness, and a memory is brought to our attention or an unconscious reaction will occur.
I have had in recent times two examples of how our brain works.
The husband Necdet, of my colleague and sponsor Mehpare of GAP Consultancy in Gaziantep in Southern Turkey, took me to a football match between Gaziantepspor and Beşiktaş J.K. (click to see entry). He had a box available, a room with a big glass window, so we could sit in comfort and warmth, eating nuts and drinking, without sitting with the normal supporters in the cold.
Now unlike some people, a football match is not a sport I would go out of my way to watch, even when on TV, I have little interest, but I am not uninterested, I will watch a game on television and have over the years.
It has been over forty years since I did go on a semi regular basis to watch Wolves (the English Wolverhamton Wonderers), and I would shout and jump up and down with the best of their supporters. Since then, I have grown out of that way of life, I have been confined to watching matches on television
It was during the football match in Gaziantep, sitting in comfort in the box, that Necdet and myself said couple words to each other, and during in this brief conversation, a goal was scored, and I missed it.
Now I am so used to watching football matches on TV, that I was very aware of my brain saying, “no problem, you can watch the replay”. But at the same time, I was also aware that there was no TV screen, the glass window of the box was not a TV screen.
My brain was in conflict. It took some time for me to instruct my brain that there would be no replay as there would be in my home.
One of the best meals of the day for me, especially when I am in a hotel, is breakfast. It is a time I can sit and relax, watch others interacting with the world and others around them, and for me to be drinking a hot cup of tea with milk, and a fresh orange juice.
In the Hotel Auriga here in Milano, Italy, a small 4 star central hotel, I help myself to some cereals and go to the jars of juice. It is now my brain is in conflict, confusion occurs.
Which is Orange Juice and which is Ace (mixed fruit) juice?
Which is the orange juice?
All my life I have learned that oranges are the colour orange, and the inside segments of oranges are orange coloured, as is the juice. My brain, my memory is conditioned to these facts.
The red juice will be strawberry or raspberry juice. I am not that interested in that taste or drink, so I help myself to the orange juice, even saying “the orange juice” tells the brain it is derived from oranges, but when I taste it, it is not oranges, it is mixed fruit juice or in Italian, ACE juice.
The next day I serve myself the red juice, and guess what, it is orange juice.
Even drinking it now every morning, my brain still is in conflict, it still recognises and expects a different taste that should be associated with the red colour. Strawberry.
So we will have learned that the brain Deletes, Distorts and Generalises information it receives. My eyes had seen the signs near the jars of juices clearly indicating what was in each jar, so the brain Deleted that information, it took the resulting depleted information and went on the Transderivational Search to make an understanding, found matches that said that orange coloured juice will be orange juice and red coloured juice will be strawberry, thus Distorting the information, then it Generalises that this is the truth.
I am still aware that this process, this conflict goes on in my mind my brain every morning, and I cannot stop it.
With Jill Lawday last week, we had a day at Woodlands School, Great Warley, in the Essex, teaching Mind Maps and memory skills.
The whole of year 6, took part in the day, and with their two teachers, we went from the basics of mind maps through to making Mind Maps versus using lists, using a Mind Map as for revision, planning with Mind Maps and more.
For memory we learned how to remember facts, lists of fifteen random words, and recall them in order after only being told the words once. Not only were they able to recall the list of words given them in the order I gave them, but they could repeat the list backwards.
Mrs Harding, the Head Mistress came into the classroom at the end of the day, and the children were able to demonstrate to her what they had learned during the day, plus being able to count from 1 to 10 in Japanese. I am still struggling to count up to 7 in Turkish after over five years of giving training there, and up to the number 5 in Italian after over ten years delivering training there. I think I must apply what I teach to my own learning.
It was a wonderful experience shared with Jill to deliver the training to the twelve year olds, but also to go back in my memory to my school days, sharing the school lunch with some of the youngest pupils at the school sitting at tables designed for their body size, and trying to squeeze into a vintage school desk without success.
Jill and Phill trying to fit into a desk at the Woodlands School, Great Warley.
It was after lunch that Jill and myself walked around to the playing field, where children were playing, and we were approached by some young pupils who were preparing for a competition of hoola hoops (also spelt hula hoops). A hoola hoop is a large plastic ring, which you spin around the waist. The last time I had tried it successfully was when I was these children’s age, using my cousin Glynis’s hoop, now my physic, my body shape is not conducive in spinning the hoola hoop around my tummy when encouraged to have a go.
The is nothing like getting ready for a trip, but I have the tendency to put things off until the last moment, so as I sit in my hotel room at the start of a ten day tour of giving training in the UK and Italy, I know I am ready.
The Boy Scouts have a motto which is Be Prepared, perhaps I should have been a member of that organisation, but I was a member of the Boys Brigade which had the motto Sure and Steadfast., and I think I am that. See picture of me blowing my own trumpet.
Boys Brigade Badge
Yesterday trying to get prepared resulted in ironing some twenty plus shirts, a number of trousers, watering the plants, tidying-up, meetings, banking, and travel. It was a rushed day.
But I am ready to face a group of school children for the day to teach them memory skills and Mind Maps, or Mappe Mentalli in Italian.
Modified photograph of Phillip Holt
This is the same photograph, but rotated by 180 degrees. See article Does the brain interpret what it sees correctly?
Now look at the eyes and mouth, they are up-side-down. I do not look like this in real life.
When you re-look at the first photograph , the picture looks fine, except it is upside down, the face looks acceptable, and yet now you can see it is wrong. Why?
The human brain is very selective in what it takes in, in what it recognises. The brain will break an image into constituent parts, it will go on a transderivational search to make matches on those parts, and then says those are eyes, that is a mouth, and so on, which individually are correct, but as you now you can see are up-side-down or reversed.
Thus, even though the eyes and mouth are doctored on the rotated photograph, so that they are up-side-down, they appear correct to the brain, and the brain accepts it.
The original photographs can be seen here.
Original unmodified photograph and modified up-side-down photograph
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