April 20, 1976
I have just finished your book and considered its content carefully. The book is a very well put together piece of material. It effectively puts forth the thoughts and ideas that will form a good basis for an individual who is in and one who is just starting a program to learn the western form of the martial arts. You have my congratulations on your books content (effective) and your ability to convey it so well. I must say that your book is a first, because I have never read a book like it.
You asked me to try and convey the feelings that I and others had when you flashed your eyes across the training room at the school in Cleveland. Well, I'll try to put my feelings and what I saw into words. I remember the action that led up to you effectively splitting the room with the lights that emanated from your eyes. You were showing the class a movement and I was the subject the movement was to be directed upon. You looked away from me and then as you looked back across the room, you placed your hand upon my face. You were so intense that your eyes flashed on everyone in the room and when your hand was placed upon me, I felt as if you could just crush my head without even trying to. I experienced, at that time, a great amount of energy had been funnelled through my body. This left me with a good headache which I still remember to this day.
I will clarify what I mean by flashing of the eyes. It means to me that for a time, you generated so much intensity and power that you were able to project this power through your eyes. The effect that this had on everyone in the room was that one was literally frozen in place and not able to move or react. When you looked across the room, I could see a beam of light emanating from your eyes and cutting the room in half, striking everyone and we were not able to move.
I had to verify must what I had seen, so I asked others if they had seen and felt the same things that I had. They all verified that they had experienced it also. We called the flashing "the look that stops." We all wondered if what you did was sort of a time warp, projection, or a form of mass hypnotism. Whatever it was, we had seen it. You do it, and that is enough.
I hope that my explanation is efficient. It is as accurate as I can remember. If you decide to write another book, I would be honored to receive a copy.
In closing, all I can do is wish you all the best in the future. I know that you will have it. Please give my best to Dianne and the kids. Your friend and student always.
George R. Joca
What follows is an account of certain events which I witnessed roughly two years ago at the downtown dojo of the American Kung Fu Karate Federation in Cleveland, Ohio during a lecture demonstration by Master Guy Savelli.
The evening of the events to be here described occasioned a class on close-hit reflex training, one of a series of sensitivity and movement exercises encompassed by the martial arts system known as KunTao. This particular class was given periodically to the mass of students training at the school, acquainting beginners with the certain techniques and principles which would form an integral part of their training while, at the same time, allowing more advanced students an opportunity to correct faulty training practices. The purpose of close reflex work is to enable the student to react to a potential aggressors intention to attack before it is made manifest in movement!
What was significant about the way the class was taught on this particular night was that the instructor, Guy Savelli, chose to give special emphasis to a certain aspect of the training which practicing students had theretofore largely ignored: the necessity of the "aggressor" to develop sufficient intensity prior to "attacking" his partner. Without such intensity, the novice martial artist is hard pressed to sift through the various elements of his experience to locate the particular stimulus to which he must respond if he is to avoid an oncoming attack.
Following a format for teaching the close reflex training which I had seen him utilize several times before, Mr. Savelli called forth one of his more advanced students, George Joca, and accompanied his lecture with several trials of the close reflex exercise being taught. At this time, however, Mr. Savelli laid heavy emphasis on the demands placed upon the "aggressor," commenting on the necessary intensity which would precede an actual attack, and then demonstrating a procedure for building up such an intensity during training sessions. Movements must flow from the desperate, reckless, one-pointed intent of mind with which a person falling from a high place would grasp at an outcropping. Mr. Savelli moved towards the student with whom he was conducting the demonstration and punctuated the statement by clasping his hand over the student's face as if it were the outcropping in question. As he did this, he turned, directing his gaze at the body of spectators forming a near-circle around him. It was at this point that I witnessed the light phenomenon in question.
Upon grasping the student's face, Mr. Savelli was facing the door of the practice hall, facing away from me and almost directly in front of me. As he turned, counter-clockwise, to face the body of spectators, I was aware of what appeared to be a pencil thin beam of transparent, white light, parallel to the floor which seemed to originate from Mr. Savelli's eyes and extend beyond the periphery of my visual field. As he turned, the light diminished in intensity so as to seem to vanish as it neared me, although the beam moved along with his directed gaze. When he looked directly at me, there was no awareness of a beam of light being aimed at me, although his irises did appear like those of a man facing a bright light or an exploding flash bulb. The duration of this phenomenon is unknown. Lastly, it seemed as though the light, or Mr. Savelli's gaze acted to freeze whomever it touched.
On 8-25-82, I was attending a Kung Fu class taught by Mr. Guy L. Savelli. Mr. Savelli was giving a very intense talk and had gotten very intense himself. As I watched him wide-eyed, I suddenly noticed that I couldn't see his face or body. All I could see was his outline and flashing, colored lights inside his outline which looked like static electricity or a number of flashing lights with filaments all over him.
In April 1983, I was in a Sunday morning class with Mr. Savelli and I had done something that I had no business doing. He grabbed me by the throat with his right hand and lifted me up in the air. He was getting fairly intense. He didn't grab me all that hard and it was not a clawing motion at all. When he pulled his hand away, I felt like blood was coming out of my neck and I kept looking in the mirror to see if the blood was still dripping on my shirt. An hour afterwards, it still felt like the blood was still coming out.
This was my first encounter with chi energy and what your capable of training to do.
Guy was sitting on the brown couch. I was standing by the pillar in the middle of the room. Becky was standing to the left of me and was about three feet away. Joe little was standing to my right about three feet, and my brother Bob was standing to my right about ten feet away. I asked Guy if he had ever killed anybody. He was answering and was talking about other things. My feet were tired, so I tried extra hard to concentrate on his eyes and what he was saying. Soon I couldn't hear him, only see his eyes. What I saw made me scared. I never felt that kind of fear before. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. Then I could see his eyes, but I couldn't see him. I could see him, but I couldn't see him. I could hear him talking, but I couldn't hear him talking.
Thomas M. Creter
It's been about two years ago in Gold Circle in Mentor, Ohio. Mr. Savelli was my instructor and, I might add, Mr. Savelli is not just a very knowledgeable man in the arts, but a true master. Well, at Gold Circle, Mr. Savelli and his wife were shopping and they had written a check for what he wanted to buy. Well, they questioned his honesty, and he tried to explain, but they persisted in questioning him further. This is very hard to explain. Mr. Savelli changed. His physical appearance took on the form of a leopard-- he didn't grow hair or claws-- but his facial structure changed. His eyes, his whole countenance, and the feeling I felt is best explained like this: If you were placed in a room with no exits and someone dropped a leopard and the same room, that's the feeling. I found myself trembling, and I wasn't in any danger, physically. Needless to say, the persons that this energy was directed towards started backpedalling and apologizing all over themselves. And then it was over. I hope I never have to experience that power ever again, but if anyone reading this has any questions or apprehensions about training under Mr. Savelli, don't worry. You will receive the best and total training ever. He is undoubtedly the Master of the Arts. And a good man.
Thank you, Mr. Savelli,
for my training and experience,
June 20, 1986
To whom it may concern,
During a class, Mr. Savelli was demonstrating on a student how he could make him not move when he hit him. About ten minutes later, I got these feelings; it went as follows:
He was talking to us about what happened. All of a sudden, I felt like I could not move and I was trapped in a box. So, I recognized it and I told myself to move. I could not move and I could only see Mr. Savelli's body. Everything else was blank. About twenty seconds later, I could move. I realize now that I had a special lesson from Mr. Savelli in mind training.
On Sunday, November 2, 1986, while attending Kun Tao Kung Fu class, I was asked to take part in a training exercise with Master Savelli. I held a dart gun to the side of his head as he stood at my left side in front of me with his arms at his sides. I was to watch his left hand and fire the gun at the moment I saw his hand move. He was attempting to rapidly move his left hand to deflect the gun and avoid being hit in the head by the dart. We agreed to count out about ten seconds in our heads while waiting in position before any movement was to be made. Obviously, this appears to be an almost impossible win situation for the victim (Master Savelli). We did the exercise three times.
The first time we took our positions, counted out ten seconds and then I saw his hand move and fired the gun, striking his head. The second time was the same, but he proceeded a third time with serious determination. On the third attempt, I have recollection of only counting up to about four. I do not recall seeing his hand move and for the first time, I felt him strike my wrist and deflect the dart gun. I was unable to pull the trigger. I was stunned and overcome by embarrassment because I could not fire the dart gun. Moments later, in trying to explain my situation, the trigger moved easily and the dart gun fired. I had become a victim of the "knock out". This is an experience I will not soon forget.
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