"Ida Rolf never wrote about the 10 sessions or the Recipe because she did not want to give Outsiders instructions of how to tamper with Rolfing."
This the usual explanation of Rolfers who hold the Recipe in high esteem.

Personally I rather think she used it as a teaching tool but did not appreciate it very much for the real work.
Adjo Zorn

 

"Secondly, the Rolfer relies on the recipe. The trouble is here that it tends to be formulated either in very general and vague terms or as a concrete course through the geography of the body. In the first case it lacks applicability, in the second the structural individuality of the Client is lost. In addition, the recipe was never defined and is strictly in the oral tradition. It is so open for arbitrary inclusions, exclusions, and interpretations which have led to a wild variety of versions."

Hans Flury, The Third Finger, Notes on Structural Integration I 1988, Zurich
"An analogy can be made with an old story about the First World War. In this tall tale, the officers in the front line send a message back to headquarters saying: 'Send reinforcements, we are going to advance.'The message is not written down but is passed by word of mouth from one trench to the next until it reaches its destination. Unfortunately, by the time it arrives it has mutated into: 'Send three and four pence, we are going to a dance.' What is noticeable about this is that the message did not deteriorate into complete gibberish. It remains a perfectly logical message:'Send three shillings and four pence', but now it has no relevance to the situation at hand and no relation to the original message sent. The problem arose because the message, like genes, was repeatedly copied."

Keith Harrison, Your Body (about the evolution of genes)

Es erben sich Gesetz' und Rechte
Wie eine ew'ge Krankheit fort;
Sie schleppen von Geschlecht sich zum Geschlechte,
Und rücken sacht von Ort zu Ort,
Vernunft wird Unsinn, Wohltat Plage;
Weh dir, dass du ein Enkel bist!

Goethe, Faust
All rights and laws are still transmitted
Like an eternal sickness of the race,
From generation unto generation fitted,
And shifted round from place to place.
Reason becomes a sham, Beneficence a worry:
Thou art a grandchild, therefore woe to thee!

Goethe, Faust