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Doctor Buteyko's Discovery Trilogy

by Sergey Altukhov

Buteyko Short Novel by Sergey Altukhov

Ludmila Buteyko (Novozhilova)

Lumila and Konstantin 1987

Chapter 12
Genius is saved by Love

May God send every genius inventor such a woman as Ludmila Novozhilova! Heaven had long ago decided when these two people, each talented in their own way, should meet. And at last their historic meeting took place on 9 February 1969. It’s difficult to say what would have become of the author of the Discovery of Diseases of Deep Breathing and his wonderful method for normalising breathing without the use of drugs if this meeting had never taken place. Konstantin Buteyko would have probably carved out some sort of path for his method as he was extremely stubborn and single-minded, but it is also possible that he would have been crushed by the bureaucratic machine. History gives us many examples of inventors who have gone mad, ruined themselves with drink, hanged themselves and so on. They weren’t bad or weak people, but the significance of their discoveries brought down massive pressure on them from dark opposing forces.

And the Discovery of the Diseases of Deep Breathing was one of the greatest medical discoveries ever! It overturned and subjected to criticism everything that ordinary doctors thought they knew, so much so that high-ranking bureaucrats who ardently propagated the cult of pill-based medicine were ready to declare the name of Konstantin Buteyko anathema. They would do anything to stop the drug-free Buteyko Method from becoming widespread knowledge.

In the light of all this, Ludmila Novozhilova’s appearance in Buteyko’s life was like manna from heaven. It would have been difficult to find a more vehement and able supporter. Twenty years after their first meeting, Buteyko continued to benefit from this woman’s energy and ability to defend the Discovery of Diseases of Deep Breathing and the Buteyko Method itself. Buteyko’s former patient did a great deal in the long years of their friendship and co-operation. Yet even if she had only defended his work on one occasion, she would have repaid her life on this beautiful earth and her salvation by the scientific genius a hundred-fold. It was exactly what was needed at that moment, and only Ludmila had the necessary resolve.

At the beginning of May 1989, one of the first Buteyko conferences was being held in Kiev – the first official one to be held in Buteyko’s homeland. You can imagine how Buteyko, who had been born in the Poltava region in 1923, felt. At long last, after the years of poverty and persecution, patients and scientists would be listening to him in the heart of Ukraine. After the conference, we went to the Dnipro restaurant. The leader of the musical group who were entertaining us with wonderful Ukrainian songs declared, ‘Of course we’re playing for everyone here, but first and foremost, we’re playing for you, our beloved Dr Buteyko. We’re glad that you exist and that you made your Great Discovery.’ Ukrainians in general understand what the great inventor did for them, but by no means everyone as it would turn out! Even the conference would not pass without incident.

Everything started off very well. We were meeting in one of the best conference halls in Kiev, right in the centre. Buteyko was staying in the prestigious hotel next door, and, it seemed, was at last free from persecution from the authorities. The conference hall foyer was packed. Followers of Buteyko had come out into the open. His female students were brightly dressed and smiling in celebration. People ate ice cream as they joyfully exchanged information. After so many years of clandestine activity, persecution and detention in asylums, it was a real holiday.

I was in the foyer with my Ukrainian friend, Dr Novoselov – the same Vladimir Novoselov who by May 1989 had completed a successful trial of the Buteyko Method on people from Chernobyl who were suffering from radiation. He was the first in the country to launch an attack on AIDS – exactly two years afterwards, in April 1991, he carried out a daring trial of the Buteyko Method on 13 AIDS patients. Few people know of these legendary, miraculous trials (the tablet mafia conceals them from patients) but I will describe them in detail in subsequent chapters, possibly even in the next volume of this book. They are of great significance yet have been hidden from the public.

But at that moment, on 5 May 1989, Volodya Novoselov and I were standing in the pleasant foyer of a splendid conference hall, drinking orange juice and nibbling delicious pastries. We were tasting the sweetness of attending the first Buteyko conference in Ukraine. We were glad that the movement could come out into the open, and thought that only Buteyko’s friends were gathering in that hall… but how wrong we were!

Chapter 13
A conspiracy against the Buteyko Method

Konstantin Buteyko had waited for this conference for years. Ludmila Novozhilova had helped him organise the first big Buteyko Method conferences in Yevpatoria and Moscow a year previously. But a conference in Kiev, in the inventor’s homeland, was something special. Buteyko and Ludmila were even dressed specially for the occasion, more smartly than usual. They were staying in luxurious suites in the hotel next to the conference hall. There was a constant stream of conference participants and sick people from Kiev and other cities to their rooms. Everyone rejoiced, everyone was full of praise for Buteyko and his loyal assistant. As I was working as Deputy Director for Public Relations in the Novosibirsk Buteyko Centre (Buteyko himself was Director), I was Buteyko and Ludmila Novozhilova’s almost constant companion, out of both personal inclination and because of my duties.

I recall one moment when Ms Novozhilova was sitting in a splendid armchair in the lobby of her suite, dark hair framing her beautiful, aristocratic face. Conference guests were milling around her (as if paying court to Catherine the Great), trying to speak to her. I had an urgent message for her, so I got down on one knee like a medieval knight to speak to her – it doesn’t feel right to talk down to a beautiful woman.

In the midst of the general enthusiasm and celebratory atmosphere, Vladimir Novoselov and I noticed something amiss. In the hallway next to the lobby, people who were clearly conspiring against Buteyko had started to gather. It was difficult to believe that during those happy May days, in Buteyko’s own homeland, a network of people had began to plot. And people from the Novosibirsk Centre were among them! They didn’t work directly for Buteyko in Akademgorodok, the scientific research and educational complex just outside Novosibirsk where his laboratory was located. But one of them had received his practitioner’s certificate directly from Buteyko, another had studied in our Centre. As I have said, I was the Deputy Director for PR, and it was my job to know everything that was happening around the Method and its creators. Many other conference participants didn’t notice the subtleties and signs of this conspiracy, although it was under their noses - but Novoselov and I understood what was happening. Novoselov pointed out the Ukrainian members of the circle to me.

You might wonder why I’m telling you about all these conspiracies and intrigues. I would answer that unless you know about the struggle that Buteyko put up (continued by his loyal followers today), you can’t understand the true greatness of the Discovery of the Diseases of Deep Breathing – which means in turn that your consciousness will not fully assimilate the importance for every family on the planet to master the Method. The Method is not only for sick people – it was also created as a means to prevent diseases in seemingly healthy people.

The Buteyko conference continued for a few days in the airy conference hall. Buteyko’s students mounted the podium and with unfeigned joy described how they had saved their patients from asthma, diabetes and women’s problems using the Method. The conference participants hung on to their every word. They recorded the contributions in notebooks and on cassettes. The Buteyko Method had triumphed after long years underground! Buteyko was blissful. In his pressed Ukrainian shirt and well-fitting light-coloured suit, he looked great.

When a 76-year-old lady who had suffered severe tachycardia took the floor and demonstrated what she had learnt from the Method, the eyes of many of those present shone from pride and joy. To begin with, this lady had had a control pause of four seconds, and she now demonstrated a pause of 49 seconds. But this was by no means her limit – her trainer revealed that the old lady had even reached a control pause of six minutes during training. It was difficult to believe this of course. Everyone thought that even if it was true, then it hadn’t been a control, or even maximum, pause. Maybe it was some kind of rare, hyper-extended pause. But the old lady took us aback by declaring from the podium:

‘I’m sorry, children, that I only managed not to breathe for 49 seconds here. During training sessions I managed five minutes. But here I’ve got the whole hall looking at me. I’m shy and nervous, my heart is thudding. I bow before Dr Buteyko – he has done great things!’

She bowed deeply to the embarrassed Buteyko and unhurriedly left the podium. But not everyone at the conference would have paid such respect to Buteyko. A man was walking to the podium who would try to spit on and destroy everything that had been said in the past days about the Method.

Chapter 14
A hostile speech

No-one in the hall suspected anything amiss when Professor Dmitry Gorpishchenko was announced. The plump academic mounted the podium with difficulty. Bushy brows gave his pale, watery eyes a gloomy, humourless look. His expression made it plain that he hadn’t struggled up onto the high wooden podium to praise Buteyko’s work… Neither I nor Dr Novoselov, who knew Gorpishchenko well, liked the beginning of his talk.

‘Dear colleagues,’ said the Professor, wiping his well-fed face with a crumpled handkerchief, ‘over the past few days, many flattering words have been said from this podium about the Buteyko Method and the Doctor himself.’ For some reason, a note of tension crept into his voice. ‘Of course, every scientist likes to receive praise instead of criticism.’ The mood of the hall was still good-humoured. ‘But as someone who has worked in science for many years, I have to say that unfettered admiration of something and someone is not wise.’ He shook his closely cropped head. ‘Probably all our speakers were sincere in their praise of the method of the elimination of deep breathing. But…’ the Doctor of Medical Science frowned slightly, ‘not all the speakers, and particularly the patients who have undergone training in the Method, properly understand what they’re speaking about and what has happened to them.’

An uneasy buzzing broke out in the hall, and people’s warm smiles froze.

‘As a doctor and a scientist, I can’t believe it that patients were miraculously cured of severe asthma, hypertension, angina pectoris and so on by the Buteyko Method alone and that the drugs these patients had been taking for years played no role. That the dozens of doctors for had been treating these patients had no skill.’

The Professor made a sharp chopping motion with his right hand.

‘What are you saying? That we should go back to prednisolone and euphyllin1?’ said an indignant female asthma patient.

‘Yes, to prednisolone and euphyllin, even if you don’t take anything else!’ Gorpishchenko raised his head. ‘So many scientists worked to create them, and now it seems they’re to be thrown in the bin. Are we to use the Buteyko Method alone?’

The Professor began to hector the audience in a patronising fashion. He took his listeners for elderly people who didn’t know much about science.

‘The Buteyko Method unarguably brings about some improvement in the patient’s general health, but not just on its own - it is part of a complex of treatments that also includes the wide range of modern medicines, and we mustn’t forget that for one second!’

An air of panic filled the conference hall, so warm and friendly until that moment. Buteyko’s supporters started muttering (not too loudly – after all, it was a Professor who was speaking). But it wasn’t just them who started speaking – the conspirators also made themselves known.

‘Don’t interrupt the eminent Professor! Let him give his opinion!’ shrilled the man who had received his practitioner certificate from Buteyko in Akademgorodok. Buteyko automatically turned around to see who was betraying him.

‘It’s a scientific conference after all. Let the Professor finish!’ cried the next member of the anti-Buteyko conspiracy.

Encouraged by this support, Gorpishchenko ran his hand through his close cropped hair, which was peppered with grey.

‘No-one has managed to do away with conventional medicine yet, and I don’t think they ever will. Buteyko’s ideas are interesting, but they should be studied in-depth before they are extolled. In my view, the idea of shallow breathing has not yet got a sound scientific basis. There need to be more experiments, but no matter what their results, we can already safely say that Buteyko’s Method is no panacea. It makes a contribution to the usual methods of treating asthma and hypertension, but drugs for these conditions have not outlived their usefulness.

‘I hardly need to say anything about the list of illnesses that the Buteyko Method supposedly cures or relieves.’ The Professor almost sneered. ‘Surely we’re not supposed to believe that over 100 diseases can be cured by breathing more shallowly... women’s problems, kidney complaints and so on... It’s not scientific and it hasn’t been proven!’

There was an uneasy atmosphere in the hall. The plotters knew what they were doing, pretending to be Buteyko’s supporters before thrusting a knife into his heart in the capital of his own homeland. After so many years of clandestine struggle, it was twice as painful for Buteyko to hear such things in his own country.

Chapter 15
A woman fights a duel for justice

That was a tense moment! If no-one could challenge the Professor, the three-day conference would be ruined and the Method’s brief triumph would be over. Gorpishchenko’s speech aimed to use ‘science’ to topple the Method from its pedestal and make it seem a whim of its inventor with no theoretical underpinning. Mad inventors created all sorts of things and the Patent Office was flooded with weird and wonderful discoveries. But conventional medicine had been in existence for centuries. Expensive foreign pills – there was real science for you!

If you are thinking that one critical speech would hardly turn away someone whom the Method had helped against it, you are sorely mistaken. The Professor’s speech had a great impact on the patients. Physically ill people are not completely mentally healthy and are easily influenced. The Professor was a highly qualified scientist, a Doctor of Medical Sciences. He supported the use of drugs, and maybe the stuff they’d been taking for years had played a role in their recovery. Some of the doctors in the hall plainly supported Gorpishchenko’s point of view.

People were indignant, but didn’t want to show it. They didn’t want to spoil the holiday atmosphere – they could worry about it later. But this was not a proper answer to the Professor. Someone needed to challenge him... It was at that moment that Ludmila Novozhilova proved herself to be a valiant fighter. Buteyko made a move towards the podium, but she grabbed him by the arm. It wasn’t fitting for a great scientist to answer such a grey mediocrity himself, she seemed to be saying.

I heard Ms Novozhilova defend the Buteyko Method on many occasions before and after. I had shared a table with her during a break in the conference in Evpatoria, and I’d also been at her first meeting with Buteyko in a cosy little restaurant in Akademgorodok. I went with them when they visited the Black Sea. In short, I spent a lot of time with her, and I knew what effort she put into testing the Method. But never before or after did I see her fight so fervently for the truth.

Leaving Dr Buteyko sitting, Ms Novozhilova quickly and decisively mounted the wooden steps to the stage. It was plain that she wasn’t just agitated – she was deeply offended. She was wearing a dress in a pleasant shade of pink. Her dark hair framed a beautiful face that looked as if it was sculpted out of white marble, and her brown eyes were fiery.

‘Professor, you don’t want us to forget about the medicines with which so-called scientists such as you have poisoned us for years.’ Her marble cheeks were slightly flushed. ‘You want us to respect talented doctors such as yourselves, who have condemned us to suffering...’

Gorpishchenko, sitting in the third row, shrunk in his seat. He knew he was about to get a public dressing-down.

‘I would be glad to forget about how I, an asthmatic, was stuffed with hormones!’ Buteyko’s devoted supporter sharply raised her voice. ‘But how can you forget that as a young woman, who not so long ago was in good health, taking hormones made you put on weight until you reached 100 kilograms!’

Her listeners quietly gasped at this public condemnation.

‘How can you forget that the hormones and other drugs supplied by talented chemists made a pretty young woman grow whiskers like a man?’
Ms Novozhilova looked straight at Gorpishchenko. Her burning eyes flashed with lightening. Filled with righteous anger, this warrior raised her metaphorical sword.

‘I would love to forget how I spent nights suffocating, even after taking your medicines and hormones. Professors such as you increased the dose, but they got less effective. I would love to forget how my terrified son stood at my bed watching his young mother die. Yes, Professor, I would love to forget your scientifically-founded nightmare. But I can’t.’

Gorpishchenko had wiped his sweating face twice already. He only wanted one thing at that moment – to escape from that hall, where everyone was turning against him.

‘You say that the Buteyko Method has an insufficient theoretical basis? Why are you telling such barefaced lies?’ She thumped the podium twice. ‘You’re a Doctor of Medical Science and yet you fib like a schoolboy! Dr Buteyko had a large laboratory in a first-class research institute in Siberia. For ten years this laboratory did nothing else but produce more and more proof of the theoretical and practical soundness of the Buteyko Method and the theory behind it. Two successful official trials have been conducted on the Method – in 1968 in Leningrad and 1982 in Moscow. Isn’t that enough for you? Isn’t the USSR Ministry of Health Decree no. 591 of April 1985 that talks about the importance of spreading the Buteyko Method enough for you? Isn’t this proof of the Buteyko Method’s theoretical and practical soundness? Why are you lying, Professor? Maybe those who deal in hormones sent you here!’ Ludmila left the podium to thunderous applause.

This was one of the most memorable speeches that Ms Novozhilova gave in defence of the Method and the Discovery of the Diseases of Deep Breathing. Thanks to that speech alone (and she had chalked up a number of such deeds), she managed to hold back the onslaught of the Ukrainian tablet-obsessed mafia, at least for a while. The Professor’s fellow conspirators slunk out of the hall. Hormones and poisonous pills did not triumph on that day!



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