Ryan Barraclough | Personal coach

Ryan Barraclough

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24.01.2022 Imagine a bunch men who can sit in silence and listen with a depth of presence so strong that time itself stands still. Imagine a collective of fellas who remember the ancestral skill of making fire without the convineince of a lighter. Imagine a band of brothers who are dedicated to honouring the feminine and stand in solidarity of supporting the sisters.... Imagine a group of men who fearlessly step into wild nature to commune with their essential nature so that they can be of greater service to their communities. Imagine that! And then, hear this... These men exist. Jiro and I are just back from running our first ever Wild Rites expedition, where we had the HONOUR of hosting and witnessing 8 brothers stand for and embrace all of the attributes I talk to above. No longer shall we romantically imagine honourable men that only existed in ancient times... over the past two and half days we watched these men live and breathe integrity back into their beings and into the brotherhood of man. I’m blown away and humbled by the brothers who show up to do this work and I’m overflowing with inspiration to keep building the frames that support men to remember who they are. I love my work

14.01.2022 What I want is often an ego fuelled projection based off a past experience to avoid an old memory of pain or attract an old fantasy pleasure... neither lead to now. When I come into real presence, when I surrender into the reality of what is, I can be guided to where I feel to go. Again, it’s a nuance.... The first, ego oriented version, is doing things, achieving things or having things to get somewhere or feel some thing. I need to get this job/relationship/deal so that I can feel good/loved/worthy/etc. The second, presence oriented version, is remembering I am here (and here/now is all that exists) and trusting this truth will move me in the direction that feels right. Goodness is my ground state and the animating force of ALL life... I can rest into that and know I’ll be inspired into action when and how it feels right for me. Can you feel the difference? Surrendering to truth does not mean nothing will get done. Things still get done, I still eat when hungry, I still coach, I workout when I’m called too and I share when it feels right. However, operating from trusting the truth means my general state is rest and receivership so that when I do take action I have endless energy and the right information to move in a useful direction.

09.01.2022 I spent a lot of last weekend smiling and crying at the same time... it was epic! My Mum and I attended @luluandmischka chanting weekend. We’ve made an agreement to do cool things together, and this was the first of our adventures. Every time I looked over and saw my Mum jamming out, dancing, singing her little heart out, crying from the beauty of what was being shared, or pretty much if I just looked at her... I’d start crying with joy as I felt my heart was bursting with ha...ppiness. Honestly, it just felt so f-ing amazing to bring my mum to an event and see her in so much joy. Knowing what she has sacrificed in her life, the hardships she’s endured and all the love she continues to pour into me and my siblings... it was so so so satisfying and right to see her in joy. When I think back to all the epic events she facilitated for me throughout my childhood, it feels deeply right to start returning the effort as I get older. Love you Mum!

09.01.2022 Yeah, I get it... going to the gym when I’m angry is great. BUT! Fellas, have you ever hidden under a heavy blanket and relaxed every inch of muscle in your entire body until you cry?... Until you feel beyond the anger, beyond the story and step into the sweet tears of grief and relief? Last week I did just this. I lay on the couch under a blanket and cried. I thought I was exhausted. I felt stretched emotionally. I was stepping into a bigger container of being me and it was scary and it hurt. An hour later I was coaching a client through his dark forest to help him find the blessed rebirth of any initiation. Next minute... back to my blanket, couch and crying. Both the ‘success’ and the ‘suffering’ are the same. Both hold weight in my world. Neither come from any thing or anywhere but from within me. The world provides some incredible teachers and triggers, sometimes more often than I think I can handle, yet the other side always finds me. I deeply believe more men need to know that this space is a part of the journey. This place is essential to complete the process of initiation. It doesn’t need to be dramatised with fits of rage and screaming, it doesn’t need to brought on by over the top breath work... it can be done simply by surrendering to whatever needs to express and trusting that ‘this too shall pass’. If we want more light in our lives, it can only come from their being some darkness to embrace and alchemise.

08.01.2022 This was a whole heap of fun! Thank you @seekerloverdreamer for having me on your epic podcast @didntseethatcoming__ a few weeks back! You created such an easy and safe environment for me to share so many things I’m almost regretting now haha!

07.01.2022 I reckon there should be a warning sign for any legit personal development work... BEWARE! AS YOU COMMIT TO BEING THE MOST YOU YOU OF ALL YOU TIME, YOU WILL FEEL MORE. MEANING, YOU WILL FEEL THE GRAVITY OF YOUR SH*TTY HABITS, FEEL THE PAIN OF IGNORING YOUR INTUITION & FEEL TO HEAL THE BLOCKS AS YOU DROP DEEPER INTO THE SEAT OF YOUR UNIQUE HUMANITY. Secretly, I have moments of ‘woah, this is a little different to the white robes, sage smudging my every step, enlightened AF ima...ge I had in my head maybe ignorance was bliss! Can I go back? Oh shit, the doors locked! I can’t go back! Noooooo!!’ And, thank f*ck for that really. Yes, if I’d known that being more me meant feeling all the layers of story, judgment, misalignment and memories that are in the way, maybe I’d have tempered my approach. And! I also definitely wouldn’t have . Sure there are parts of me that survive on surface feed that would stay treading water for a while. Yet deep down I know my soul won’t stop evicting the layers of not so useful ego ideas whilst it continues to constantly draw towards the calling of my true nature. At the moment the awareness of the shedding leaves me feeling neurotic, like I don’t know anything, like I’m living in a world of second guessing myself and that anything is an option yet all options aren’t the one I deeply want. Writing that I feel confused. And relieved. Setting aside what I think is good, and learning to trust what I feel is right is a wildly interesting journey right now filled with hours of attempting no thing.

01.01.2022 **this recount is from a recent break up, not the last 24 hours. I held off sharing it as to leave space for fully landing the process and in respect for the ceremony of what naturally unfolded. - - The last twenty four hours have been some of the most grace filled moments of my life. Time has moved so slowly that I feel like multiple days have merged into one morning and weeks found life in the space of an afternoon.... I’ve witnessed boundaries emerge from my heart and my lips deliver no’s with conviction carrying love beyond beliefs or ego identities. I’ve proceeded to let go of some thing so dear to my heart, knowing that that thing is nothing to be owned, held or captured. Appreciating that I never held it, only had the honour to walk alongside it for the lifetime of a now that lasted a matter of months this time round. Touching deeply into the truth that if I want the best for this being I love so dearly, than that means accepting I know nothing of what the best looks like for them, nor do I get a say in it. Surrendering to wanting the best for me, and allowing that to take the shape of our paths detangling as we both embody what feels right for two individuals communing from love. To prioritise love as the first instinct in these interactions. To not have a plan other than to hold an open heart. To wait in the mystery as the moment unfolds to inform us of how to honour what has been, in this right now. To set aside all the rules of social story that say break ups break us apart. To be okay with feeling just as seen, heard and held by this being in these tender moments of a partnership falling apart, as much any other moment we shared in the highs of our union. To hold one another for as long as needed. To love one another deeply as many times as felt natural. To belly laugh at the moments shared. To thanks each other for the lessons learnt. To cry and cry and cry. And to watch the stitch unweave itself. To acknowledge the areas where heartfelt sorry’s are warranted and deliver them with love. To be human in the face of failure and choose to grieve because beneath it is pure love for the other. To see the desire to make empty promises that balm the pain of watching her pack her bags and remove the signs that she’s coming back, and instead choose to honour that we’re changing our direction, our shape and our connection. To do all of this and still reside in the depths of love... This is the potential when we operate from an undefended heart. In one days I have had all of my ideas of relating and break ups remodelled. Yes grief is seeping from my being... My sheets still smell of our bodies intertwined for eight hours each night. My toothbrush looks lonely with hers not next to mine. And when I dig into the depths of the grief, again I find love. Sitting atop of this experience is the joyful knowing that we loved one another all the way home.