Strange as it may seem, something that I like to bring out in the general public, is my
true feelings concerning maestros. A maestro, a guru, a teacher, a master, a director,
a sigung, a ma ha guru, a pendekar - are names that can be titles or positions.
For sure a scholaristic inclined man or one in the higher ups in the martial arts world,
may find a debatable issue in my commentary - mostly they find things need to be
corrected to their specification and to their level of understanding.
There will always be ground to cover for most people in finding an avenue, in
which the spiritual soul may dwell and stumble upon argumentive solutions to express an
opinion. I just look at titles, ranks or positions, and sometimes the way I feel and in many
versions of my endeavored life - those created terms upon which some one only feel secure,
is merely a waranty without a guarantee. After all is just a predicament one put himself
through and is to hold on to something of an advantageous humanistic comfort.
Hopefully I don't insult anybody, I am not schooled as most people are, gained knowledge
through home courses, had done a lots of self studies, and when it comes to writing - I hold
on to a complete course of English Grammar and Composition by Warriner's.
I change things around and feel it better comes through my soul - instead of correct standards.
By the way I am writing my commentaries for my students and is also at their request.
Others of not knowing me, may even hates me for me!
Most of my students always refer to me as uncle Bill, I feel honored by them
They are all gracious, caring, intelligent and when they come, they come to train.
To my specification of understanding.
I love people and have sometimes trouble with old students, I parted from.
These guys keep on forgetting, not to seek wallpaper by me, because I am just a trainer,
a coach and nothing more. Expectations especially with human beings is very much
like a canceled check. The reason flatly refuse to talk to terminated students is that
they simply don't get it - there are no real successors in my art and every body who trains
the hardest is automatically a life's successor. My grandson, the only one, is my heart and soul!
What else is there that can be expected from me???
Gave out in friendship and to others, hundreds of diplomas in the absolutes.
To top it of, even in airplanes, when some one likes my drawings.
Do artwork, draw in air planes when flying. Will sketch an airplane I am flying in,
and give the flight attendant who has the most dimples in her cheek - my drawing.
Have gained many friends during my journeys and love a smiling female who has a dimple.
Any good woman with a peasant smile and a dimple is like butter on a sandwich leading
to a man's stressful heart sometimes.
I love all my students for who they are, past or present, they always train hard, look after each
other and we are a family. I am not the easiest man to understand, I get angry with whiners
and complainers. I can't stand those, but praise the ones that trains and only trains.
Several of my students here in the States, Hawaii, Guadalajara and Scandinavia - are mostly
scrap alley Joes, they enjoy fighting and training. When I cheapen them on their time, they
always want more and more. They are very nice people and it is them who brought me here!
I had often expressed my feelings to them: " I have trained you guys, you no good to me anymore,
and you just don't need me anymore - I shared with you in what there is to share"
And no matter what, we are still together and still training with a lots of pain.
I refuse to accept the honor of speech for being the best - I won some battles and lost some too.
For my adversaries that had swift kicked me behind my sense, had always to remember me, in
what I left behind on their physical essence. That is all I know and years later, i had to listen
to their complainful mind sets. I start to wander sometimes, why does someone like to pick a fight,
even if someone wins a fight, comes out also a looser for the painful expierence
Deep in my heart I live the very essence in the comprehension of my Hakka kun tao art and so
inclusively also pentjac silat - these two remedies for my understanding is a surface of my spirit.
I am no maestro, no grandpuppa, just a player with jeans and T shirts.
I never wore a sarong, I am partial Indonesian too and refuse to wear a uniform - to look like
a puffed up general. Although my love for general Patton is fully expressed that he is my hero.
And Li Po Chang, the philosopical drunk poet my religion.
I lived a good life, love my wife and family at home, was never a perfect husband or father or
grandfather, I hate to pretend of somebody I am not! Parted from friends whom I had known
a long time, who wanted to be the good guys with a prestige of self indulgement.
I love my students who trains hard and share their experience with others, laugh when they
put my certificates I gave to them in their closets and just keep on training and move on with life.
My greatest failure was always my firy temper that is hard to control at times.
Sugestion to other maestros in the martial arts, always remember that it was your students
that brought you there! Treasure your good students as your seed.
In finalizing, i will always treasure sifu Armando Soto for his lasting friendship, some frriends
and my followers. I will always respect them, only for the students I had terminated - we are
humans to like or not to like - and I don't like in all honesty, students I had terminated and
feel happy they are gone. For the ones that left for reasons of their own - there are no issues.
A special appreciation for guru Daniel Presatya, my Indonesian family in Ford Collins, Colorado,
and what an awesome monjet and East Javanese pentjac silat player he is!
Wandering at times, from start to beginning, people who were bored with martial arts, they
found me - and considered them lively scrappers of bar room brawlers and wild swinging cowboys.
No matter how wild, these folks found a home in my heart and are the deligent practitioners
in my art. Others arte equally great and of different breed of people.
With my respect in nature's grace, bapak Willem de Thouars.