Tuesday 16 November 2010

Can you help to translate this hidden treasure please?

For about two years now I have been looking for a book in our small gallery office without any success. Since we closed down I very rarely went up to the office, but on Friday last week I decided to spend some time there. Everything was left in the office untouched since the last day of our summer course.

I walked up to one of the bookshelves and I instantly found the book, which I was looking for. There was a gap in the rows of books, which clearly showed me the title of the book, which I was seeking. I was delighted to find it at last.


For some reason I turned towards another bookshelf, where I found another book a long forgotten present from Ester Cotton which she gave me when we worked together in London at the Hornsey Centre.

The title of the book is Introduction to Conductive Movement Pedagogy, András Petö’s lectures and practical demonstrations. On the first page there was a hand written note from Dr Mária Hári to Ester Cotton in German. I don’t speak German so if anyone can read it and can translate it, I would most appreciate it.

Reference: Gyogypedagogiai Tanarkepzo Foiskola,

Bevezeto A Konduktiv Mozgaspedagogiaba,

Pető András eloadasai es gyakorlati bemutatoi alapjan.

Tankonyvkiado, Budapest 1963 Hári Mária, Székely Ily

Thursday 11 November 2010

'Why not? Szathmáry. J (2010) Chapter Three



The next morning I woke up early and quickly got ready. I could hardly wait for him to arrive. The morning was fresh and filled with a sense of adventure as the sun sparkled through the branches of the trees. The sky was open, imposing its vastness with calmness and dignity.



He was already in the car park when I opened the back gate and stepped out onto the frosty gravel.


‘We are going to go back in time, close your eyes'--he said as he put his hand on my shoulder.


He gently squeezed my shoulder and I opened my eyes. We were at a reception of a single story building.


He took me to a large wooden cupboard and opened it. It was packed with a collection of walking sticks and different walking aids filled up to the brim.


These were left behind from children and grownups who didn’t need them anymore.'-He said, pointing inside.


'It was their intention to leave these behind in this cupboard. What is not visible to the eyes is that these people have left a lot more behind here. One of those things was their negative beliefs that held them back' -He said seriously.


He let go off my shoulder and stepped back to let me absorb what was presented to me.


'All those negative beliefs are just thoughts people keep thinking, they are man made and carried through and handed down over time by societies.' -He said breaking his silence.


'Beliefs influence the choices people make, the directions they take. Our beliefs trigger inner processes and manifest behaviours, which influence how we act, how we feel, how we move, how we engage with life.


Beliefs can be changed and they must change, as life is about constant change. Nothing stays still in life. Stillness is death.


You made me laugh once'-he said. 'Do you remember when you arrived to England and the headmaster was showing you around the school. The corridors and the classrooms were packed with standing frames, different kind of walking frames, wheelchairs and those high-tech, expensive special needs equipment, which cost thousands and thousands of pounds? He was very proud and asked you what you thought about them.


You answered without any delay. They will be good to be sent to a museum, as they will not be needed anymore.


I will never forget his face. I know that your comment was innocent and spontaneous, but this was not what he expected to hear.


I was listening to your effort of explanation to him, but he was not ready to hear it. You told him that by exposing the children with all of the equipment and using them from such an early age is detrimental to their progress. They put emphasises on disability and they don’t allow a platform for finding out their true, innate abilities, which could be and must be utilised and unique to each and every person.


In his mind the headmaster quickly came to a conclusion, which he found reassuring that you are Hungarian and you wouldn’t know about such equipment anyway and he turned his attention towards something else.'


He started moving with a fast space towards a long corridor and said-'First and foremost we are not dealing with the physical, as it is the end result of the process, we must attempt to influence a lot more things before we get to that.'


He turned around and he held my face with his hands- 'You must tell this to them.'

He gently slid his fingers off my face and continued- 'There is an ancient Toltec warrior saying: “Human beings love to be told what to do, but they love even more to fight and not to do what they are told, and thus they get entangled in hating the one who told them in the first place." and with that he opened a door which led us to one of the classrooms.

Picture: Michael Angelo Creation of Adam 'Hands' from Google Images

Monday 1 November 2010

'Why not? Szathmáry. J (2010) Chapter Two


I was warming my hands over the crackling fire in the study. The autumn evenings became colder and colder. He reached towards me handing me back my notes. ‘I have made some corrections'. –He said.


'I want you to tell them that I live in the eternal present and I come from the past and the future.


We met and known each other in many other times not just in the last thirty years. I lived and worked with you on ancient continents, in ancient cities and in old civilisations. We have known riches and poverty, experienced great love of the hearts and also solitudes of body and mind.'


He slowly walked around the room with his hands folded behind his back. He quickly turned around at the fireplace, looked up and with a raised voice he cited the following.


'The greatest pitfalls of man are ignorance and prejudice.


This is what we have been dealing with here, my dear girl! Ignorance and prejudice put their stamp on the work and tried to sell the distorted version of it to minds that are made of concrete.


The minute the work left the institute they wanted to change it to fit into their own work, into their own systems. They are still trying to find the bases of its existence in the literatures written by other minds.


They forgot to pay the slightest interest and attention to what was already there right in front of their eyes.


In some ways I can understand them. For example many people know that electricity exists, although it is not visible. No one can see it, no one knows where it comes from and no one can create it. Once it has been discovered they learned to use it and harness it, but there are certain requirements as to how it has to be handled. Otherwise it doesn’t work or could be very dangerous.'


Raising his palms towards the ceiling he continued. -' Look around you- the seeds, which have been put down by them many decades ago, are sprouting and growing into unrecognisable forms with no substance.


The energy is scattered and conduction is far from its ideal state.'


He was silent for a long time, only the sound of the crackling fire and the smell of the burning logs filled the room.


It suddenly became dark outside.


'The ego cannot pose truth my dear girl.' -He said quietly.' It wants to protect itself and what it knows. It strives for safety and control. The base of its existence is survival what ever it takes.'


Then he changed the subject and his voice became passionate and excited.


'But what we meant to talk about here is eternal and the greatest gifts of all, which grows in the giving and it never looses its luminous shine.'


Are you talking about love? – I asked with my heart pounding faster and faster, paying the closest attention to his words.


'It is love, but it is not the kind of love, which is portrayed and understood in everyday life.


The love that people generally talk about can be blissful, but it cannot compare with a still higher love, which marks a higher life.


This love requires commitment and puts great responsibility on the person who chooses to work with it.


This energy that we call love here, vibrates on a certain frequency. This frequency cannot be lied to, cannot be manipulated, cannot be grasped and controlled by the polluted mind.



When you learn to know this love, this energy; you understand that whatever may come to pass, if love-bonds are broken and you appear to have no friends, you are by right of birth surrounded by protecting powers that defy all opposition.


So long as you live a life of purity and goodness, and adhere strictly to the path of duty you will be protected from all harm'.


He turned towards the fire; his face lit up and his eyes reflected the most luminescent burning light.


He took a sip of his strong coffee, and as he slowly walked away he called back.


‘Tomorrow I want you to come with me.’ I nodded and looked at the burning fire as I put my hands on my burning heart. The sound of an owl broke the silence of the night.'


Picture: Michael Angelo Creation of Adam 'Hands' from Google Images