I grudgingly relented, even though the thought of a dozen testosterone-fuelled men beating their chests, waving their willies and walking on coals filled me with horror. And these masculine archetypes: King! Warrior! Magician! Lover! – where was option 5: none of the above?
In the event, there was no chest beating, no walking on coals and not a whiff of testerone. Instead, through patient, skilled and empathetic listening, Amaranatho created a space of trust and support, where vulnerabilities, irrational fears and emotional pain can be expressed and ancient wounds healed.
“Valuing my privacy” and “Enjoying my own company” had been my code-words for fear of intimacy and avoiding commitment and engagement with the world. Self-reproach, self-criticism, feelings of inadequacy, guilt, inferiority – these were the voices tormenting me minute by minute, sucking the joy out of my life.
With gentle guidance, Amaranatho shows how unpleasant and insistent feelings can be neutralised, and that painful memories and fears do not have permanent rights of residency in our bodies.
We now meet weekly on Zoom as a proud, supportive group. Always one to sniff out a repressed emotion within the most innocuous of phrases, Amaranatho helps us to redraft the script of our lives and to identify, question and reject unhelpful and destructive thought patterns.
He shows there is strength in vulnerability and power in connection. Fluidity, not stagnation, gratitude not complaint, growth not “stuckness”: everything passes, everything changes, even the painful stuff. Acceptance is all.