Ricky Goodall

🕊️ Hear, O Israel: The Lord Our God, The Lord is One 🕊️

Sh'ma Yisra'el Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Echad

שְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְהֹוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ יְהֹוָה אֶחָד

This weekend, we gathered in Moncton, New Brunswick, for an unforgettable Conscious Intimacy Facilitator Retreat, where we practiced .intimacy.games to strip away our masks and become our true selves.

It was more than just a weekend – it was a life-changing experience for all of us.

We dove deep into the art of conscious connection, not just as facilitators but as individuals on our own journeys of growth and transformation.

Having my brother there made it even more special. Sharing this space with him, surrounded by people committed to deepening their relationships and understanding of intimacy, was an experience I’ll never forget.

The energy, the breakthroughs, the moments of pure connection were profound.

This retreat wasn't just about learning tools or techniques – it was about embodying the essence of conscious intimacy and leaving forever changed.

We walked away with a renewed sense of purpose, a stronger bond with ourselves and others, and a clearer path forward in our roles as facilitators.

I'm beyond grateful for everyone who showed up, both for themselves and for each other. Together, we're creating something truly powerful.

Love,

-Ricky

How I like my living room at night.

What my cupboard looks like during a 21-day Gut Reset from the book Digest This.

Yum.

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The other day one of my Conscious Intimacy Coach students asked me,

"Why don't you post more pictures from your fighting career?"

It was a valid question.

I suppose I'm still forgiving the parts of me that made me into an MMA fighter in the first place.

I'm still forgiving the aggression, arrogance, stubbornness, ruthlessness and heartlessness that helped walk into a metal cage and fight grown men in front of thousands of people.

I'm still healing the anger, sadness, bitterness and inner chaos that helped me switch from a service based entrepreneur by day to a trained killer when it was time to go to battle.

Countless times while in that cage I'd look into the crowd and see my opponent's mother, father, brother, sister, lover or children watching as we went to war against each other.

I remember one time when I was on top of my opponent, raining down punches and elbows, as his son yelled for his father to get up.

Part of me wanted to let him up so his son could be proud of his dad, but another part of me knew that wasn't going to happen.

Now, as I look back on that part of my life, I realize that I was never really meant to be a fighter long term, at least not in that way.

I didn't have the heart to keep hurting people. I could turn the switch on when I needed to, but it was always at a cost.

The cost was my inner peace, inner happiness, inner joy, and a connection to something greater than my ego's satisfaction.

Because no matter how successful I became, the feeling of inner conflict never went away. I was living one life on the surface, and another life deep inside.

Although I became exceptionally skilled at hurting people, deep down my desire was to help people, not hurt them, and the conflict eventually became too much.

Eventually, I accepted that I couldn't do it any longer. I couldn't keep hurting myself and others. I couldn't keep living a lie.

The rest, as they say, is history.

If you're success is coming at the cost of honesty with yourself, then I tell myself the fee is too high, and it will never be worth it.

Be honest, be authentic, be you.

Love,

-Ricky