Amanda Jayne is giving presentations about her 88 Temples journey
Click here to learn about the presentations Amanda gives in schools or young persons groups. Read on for other presentations...
During this inspiring and humorous 60-90 minute presentation Amanda takes the audience on her journey - from the pain and fear she began with, to meet the wild boars and the snakes, fellow pilgrims, the frustration, the beauty, the highs and lows, from the tears of sadness to tears of joy and on into trust and peace. Not forgetting her miraculous escape from death!
If you would like to host a presentation in Europe, the UK, Australia or the USA please send an e-mail.
Testimonial - Gisela Stewart, Scotland
"Hearing Amanda talk about her unique adventure walking 1200 km on the Island of Shikoku in our small community here in the Scotthish Borders has been a wonderful and truly inspiring experience. The beautiful images accompanying her presentation have left as lasting an impression as have Amanda's unique humour, her honesty, and her ability to share very personal and extraordinary experiences in the most down-to-earth and matter-of-fact way. Because of her wonderful ability as a natural story teller and communicator, speaking with truth and from the heart, her outer and inner journey becomes a metaphor for our journey. As an organiser of this event, people have come back to me saying how inspired they have felt by Amanda to reconnect with that deeper hidden dimension in their lives they intuitively know is there."
"I completed this incredible pilgrimage on November 21st 2009 having walked for 49 days. Thank you to everyone involved. I am now writing a book about my many experiences and giving presentations to groups. If you are in the US, Australia or the UK and are interested in having me come and talk about this amazing pilgrimage and share some of the highlights of my journey, please contact me. Donations are collected for Rwandan Women in Action.
My journey was so much more than I had expected. The outer journey had me climbing up steep mountains during a typhoon, being chased by wild boar, finding bridges down and crossing a wide river on foot, walking 8-10 hours a day through beautiful landscapes - from rich forest to turquoise sea, tiny remote villages to larger bustling towns with noisy highways, lonely farms and small home-grown vegetable plots. Then there were meetings with polite snakes, getting lost again - and again, being told off for eating ice-cream at 9am and experiencing a miraculous and emotional near-death adventure.
My inner journey began with a dislike for walking. Not best on a very long, walking pilgrimage. The first couple of days were ok. Then the pain in my feet set in, a continuous pain unlike anything I have experienced. Each step felt like torture as the pain seared through my toes and the sides of my soaking wet feet. I cried. A lot. I wanted to give up, to stop walking and go and sit down somewhere warm and dry and read a book. Or maybe just sleep - and definitely eat. As I continued, the waves of support and love I could feel coming from friends, family, people sending Reiki to my feet (thank you!) and those who sponsored my journey spurred me on. I cried some more. The dislike changed to boredom, counting kilometres and occasional loneliness.
Meanwhile, climbing mountain paths alone scared me. After my scary wild boar experience and almost stepping on a snake's head, every time I approached another mountain my heart began to beat faster, the sweating started, tears welled and a big part of me was trying to find every reason why I shouldn't keep going. But I did.
The changes I experienced as I progressed, were many and profound. The temples were beautiful and I have always loved the deep feeling of peace, standing in front of Japanese temples. The heartfelt impact of delivering prayers for others surprised me. As I came to the last quarter of the pilgrimage, I began to feel increasingly more as I stood facing the wooden slats of the hondo or main halls at each temple. A depth of peace I hadnÄt experienced before began to arise in me, an exquisite gratitude overwhelmed me and a deep-rooted trust began to emerge.
Lonely mountain paths became my favourite place to get lost in. The rain no longer bothered me. The pain in my knees, ankles and feet were the catalyst for feeling gratitude for my amazing body, carrying me so selflessly on my journey. My tears of pain and sorrow became tears of joy at the smallest of moments - an eagle flying 10 inches above me, a woman offering me warm tea when I am freezing cold, gifts of food when I am hungry, the cool breeze in the searing sun - and of course, Ice-cream at 9am.
Most importantly, I began to love walking. Just walking, for the sake of walking."