By: Hans van den Broek, student of Pak Flohr


After having admired the impressive feats of Mas. Oyama, Park Young Soo and Morihei Uyeshiba and feeling powerless after having seen how Park Young Soo left us in ’67 with the taste of the real Taekwondo. A Morihei Uyeshiba that demonstrated a bit of his Aikido (at 82 years of age and weighing 60 kilos was locked to the ground whilst 6 Taekwondo-practitioners unsuccessfully attempted to lift the old man of the ground. After this I optimistically started searching for a teacher of the same caliber.
The disappointments that I met down the road were countless. A certain day I received the address of a mister Flohr, who, as was assured to me, would master one of the many Pencak Silat styles. Not being too impressed in past experiences, I scheduled an appointment with him.
Once I arrived at his house, I carefully informed about his skill, and he assured me that he didn’t know a thing.
But by looking at his both hands, with knuckles hidden under a thick layer of callo, he could not hide his past.

 

His humility, simplicity and self-depricating surprised me and only until much later it became clear that this was only a small portion of his spiritual training, his ilmu.
Many times I heard the stories from ancient Indonesia about Pencak, shrouded in mysticism, with their experts who would have supernatural powers, and I always put them aside as fantasy.
After repeated insistence he agreed.  I could attack him. To my utter surprise, I felt a hand on my right knee who stopped me from placing my right foot with tremendous speed against his left ear. My leg only raised a couple of millimeters from the ground, Pa Flohr’s reaction was that fast!
By using proper timing and a seemingly small effort he nearly broke my leg in two!. Not being able to say a word and being convinced of the existence of a sixth sense, I followed him to the attic, which looked like a practice space. There he held his fist only a few centimeters before a boxing bag filled with sand. With one flashing blow he ripped the bag diagonally! Pa Flohr warned that I should not focus too much on such feats, since a bag would not move like a pencak-player.
I realized that I could learn a lot of him so I decided to move to Breda.


 

Pa Flohr refused to accept any method of payment for the wise lessons. During these lessons it became clear to me that there was no problem which did not have a proper solution.
In the same manner the teaching material of a proper guru will never dry up and will continue indefinitely. Sadly the highest attainable goal will only be reached by no more than a few students. The 20 years of practice of Pa Flohr in ancient Indonesia, consisted of daily training throughout the week, sometimes practicing from 8 ‘o clock in the morning until 11 ‘o clock at night. It made me realize that training the original Pencak and it’s hard spiritual training was not feasible in the current western world.

Pak Flohr

Pak Flohr