Are You A Photo Dork?


Last week I worked with “Sam,” who complained that any photograph or selfies he was in never looked “anything less than dorky.”

He said that ordinarily, it wasn’t a big deal, but he had an interview coming up and didn’t want to be crossing his eyes or sticking out his tongue at the magazine photographer.

“Kind of unprofessional,” he joked.

“How could I expect anyone to take me seriously when I’m making ugly faces?”

He’s right. The image you present to the world is the one the world knows you by, so why not make that image the way you want it to be?

As we worked together to get to the root of the problem, we discovered two important things he’d forgotten all about.

As a child, he’d hated sitting for family portraits, because he was the smallest, and the brothers who always seemed to choose to pose behind him poked him mercilessly, and then teased him for making the person with the camera have to reshoot several times.

After years of making faces, his mother finally decided that he’d be the one standing with the camera where no one could poke him!

The other root cause was a lot deeper. Those same brothers, his mother and his father all made fun of him because he was an artist. He was the first one in his family not to want to be in the construction business in some way shape or form.

“I didn’t want to be some huge gorilla muscling around all that heavy equipment. I wanted to sit around and draw.

But they kept telling me, ‘You’re a sissy! You’ll never get a girl! You’ll never get anywhere! What artist makes as good a living as we do?’ So I developed a self-image of a dumb, slumpy, wimpy kid with virtually no future.”


What’s funny is that he’s bigger and better built than all of them, is very happily married, and makes a very good living as a graphic designer!

But his inner picture didn’t match his outer form. So every time he sat for a picture or tried to take a selfie, those voices from the past came to the front of his mind and triggered him into making horrible faces in front of the camera.

“I just don’t want to be seen. I feel ugly, shy and like a fraud. Sometimes I wonder who the heck I think I am!”

We tapped on all of that, plus his lack of self-confidence, his thinking that he was wimpy looking (not hardly!), and how, although he’s actually more successful, he still thought his brothers knew more than he did about the world and should take their advice.

Now he feels confident, strong and intelligent, and can finally sit – or stand – or pose – and have a good, professional shot made.


Remember I love you!

aloha –


If you’re in business and need to zero down to the basics of what makes you tick in your effort to be the most efficient and productive, I highly recommend The One Thing, by Gary Keller. Heck, even if you’re not in biz, it’s a great read!

He’s blunt, funny, poignant and spot on. I think you’ll love it. To get it in print or Kindle CLICK HERE!

I Deeply & Completely Love & Accept Myself!

It’s funny how the Universe steps in right when you need it, isn’t it?

Fifteen years ago, I was at such a low point in my life that I almost cashed in. I had been depressed for eons, but at this time, to me there just simply seemed no use in going on.

But I couldn’t do that – I had obligations – I was Artist-in-Residence at the time, in a tiny town on the South Island in New Zealand. I had been teaching Carving, Drawing, Painting and Creative Writing, and I didn’t want to let everyone down. So I just slogged on, making like I was OK, with my guts upside down and a head full of really destructive thoughts.


How did she DO that?

There was a gal in my writing class who was a very talented writer, but she always looked utterly miserable. Her hair and clothing were always scruffy and disheveled; and she was so emotionally fragile that if you even looked at her she’d burst into tears. She disappeared for a few weeks.

One afternoon as I gathered everyone together to start the class, there she was. Her hair was clean and cut nicely, she had on stylish clothes, her boots were clean of mud … and she actually – gasp! – was smiling!

I asked her where she’d been – “Oh no where.” OK. And what she had done to get happy? “Oh, EFT. I found it on the internet.” And that was all she said.


As soon as the class was over, I raced home and looked up EFT online. The moment I read about what it was, I knew at the very deepest level that this was what I had been searching for too long to think about.

I knew instinctively that this was the key to getting free of the constant fear, anger and pain I experienced inside, and that there really was hope for getting to some sort of happy equilibrium. And as it turned out, it was.

But One Part of Tapping Eluded Me….

When you first learn the basic ‘recipe’ of EFT, or tapping, as it is casually known, one of the phrases you learn is this: “I deeply and completely love and accept myself.”

I couldn’t say it. At first, I couldn’t even whisper it.

As I tapped a bit more, I could say it out loud, but I felt like a complete liar and fraud. It stopped me in my tracks for a week, until I realized – “Aha! I can TAP on that!”

So I did. For two weeks solid. I figured if >I< couldn’t love and accept myself, certainly no one else would, either. How could I go on without completely accepting who I was? It would be a sham.

So I kept tapping – all day as many chances and times I got. Until finally, I was able to honestly say, “I deeply and completely love and accept myself,” without any little part of my mind saying, “yeah right,” or “uh-huh, suuuure.”

There was no back-echo. I really did love myself.

Is it me? Or my behavior? Or What?

I thought I hated myself. But I was wrong – It wasn’t >me< I hated. It was the fear, anger and pain that I hated.

It was the helplessness I hated, the feeling that no matter what I did, my life was useless and that I was powerless to change it.

And what caused the pain? My thinking.

It was all about how I perceived everything. From my view of the world, of people, and of my memories.

How I perceived that people looked at me or talked about me. How I thought about money, and how I thought that life itself was all screwed up and no way to fix it. I had really, really bad thought habits.

Those thought-habits changed as I tapped on each one. I felt myself lighten – as if someone had lit a light bulb inside of me.

What IS this???

At last, one morning I awoke and couldn’t figure out what it was, but it felt like something was missing.

It took me a full hour to realize that the thoughts I usually woke up with – the heaviness, the dread of the day – why bother get up, no one loves me, no one wants my art work, blah-blah-pathetic-self-pity-poor-poor-me-blah-blah – they were gone.

And I actually FELT happy!

I screamed! My housemate thought there was a fire or something and came bursting into my room, all worried – and stopped dead in her tracks seeing me sitting there laughing and crying. I was happy! I hadn’t felt truly, deeply happy in such a long time that I hadn’t recognized it upon waking.

And I could honestly say, “I may not love everything I do or have done, but I really do deeply and completely love and accept myself.”


A dear friend asked me the other day if I loved myself. And I can still say, yes indeedy!

Can you?

If not, you know what to do – hi thee over to and get my book, Change Your Mind with EFT, the Basics. And use the heck out of it. Tap along with me in the stories inside the book as I show you how to love yourself and all of your life.

You deserve to love yourself, and to receive all the love that’s out there in the Universe, just waiting for you to be able to open your arms so it can rush on in.

Thank you! And….

A huge thank you to the many wonderful responses you sent about my tapping story about crunching my hand in a trap – (which is totally healed, by the way). I really appreciate it so much when you write!

slammed-hand-700w-HEALEDI must admit, I was really surprised by the number of people who sent me their own tapping stories. From ending tooth-aches to decreasing the pain from scorpion bites to wood-working accidents that healed fast – even dog, cat and horse tapping!

I’ve been using EFT for 15 years, both on myself and on my business and personal-improvement clients.

And although there have been a few, out of all the hundreds of sessions I’ve done, that either were complete flubs or didn’t work, the vast majority of them have been either good resolutions, really amazing or exciting, or real earth-shakers for the people who were tapping with me.

It just never gets old, seeing people shift and suddenly get all lit up with the new possibilities.

So I sincerely thank you for making it even more worthwhile by your participation. I’d love to hear more of your tapping stories!


Lately as I’ve been tapping with people, there’s been a whole LOT of upset about the political shenanigans going on in the US. So we tapped and created peace and they went off feeling better.

But I kept feeling there was something I was missing.

As I was thinking about that, a friend called me and wanted to argue about what was going on. And I suddenly realized what was missing – so obvious!

I don’t know about you, but I grew up thinking of the US as the embodiment of unity and inclusion.

But here we are, being bombarded every day with really intense messages that we are separate, that some people are “better” then others, and some people are “dangerous” and “might hurt” us, some have “better” religions, and so on.

That’s not my idea of the USA!  

So I asked my friend, “why are we arguing when we basically want the same things? Let’s see how we can work together as ambassadors for love and unity in the country and in the world, and make the things we want happen in reality.”

That one question shifted the tone of our argument into excited conversation. To me, that was worth gold! Who likes to argue? Not I!

We started listing all the things almost anyone can easily do to help bring more unification of purpose, love, freedom and unity: sign petitions, call reps to support them making decisions, march, send ‘resist’ postcards, show up at town hall meetings, make supportive posts on FB and other social media, find good-things articles and share them where we can – even run for office.

In short, if we want to stop disastrous laws and bills from being enacted
•   that totally destroy wild animals and our environment,
•   that stop support for seniors and other at-risk communities, and
•   that pull the rug out from under threatened segments of the population….

Then we need to get off our duffs and start demanding transparency and support for the issues we care about.

We need to demand that the chaos and destruction be replaced with creative solutions that work for the real growth of our country and the world.

Remember the word ‘politic’ comes from
the Greek word, politikos, meaning ‘citizen.’

And although it sure seems like it, it’s not essentially about
a bunch of liars and evil men destroying our country.

It’s about you and me.

You and I have the power, if we move in tandem with other like-minded individuals, to change how things are.

Each of us is an ambassador – and we can choose what kind of ambassador to be. We can stand:
1. for peace and unity,
2. for “I don’t care,” or
3. for chaos and destruction.
Which do you choose?

What small thing – or huge! – are you going to do to support the way you want your world today and tomorrow?

The Godzilla Trap


Today as I helped my 81-year old neighbor set a trap for the canal rats, the corner of it got caught on something, and the trap slammed shut on my first knuckle and finger. Rat traps* are huge versions of mouse traps – they look like they could trap Godzilla.

Man! Did that SMART! In a nanosecond, swelling rose up a good half inch with an awful black and blue bruise with a big dark red bruise in the center appeared on the side of my knuckle near my thumb.

I ran inside and grabbed some ice and held it on it tightly, but I couldn’t hold the ice on very long because it made it hurt worse.

(See image #1. I had to photoshop the image to show how it looked, because I didn’t have time to take a picture of it in that state. It actually looked worse than how it looks in the picture.)


Then I remembered – oh yeah! I can tap!


I couldn’t think of any words, so I just kind of yelled and roared.

And then my thinking started to come back, and I tapped ‘it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts’ and ’I’m so sorry hand! I’m so sorry! Man this hurts! Oh this hurts the pain the pain’…until I felt a big sigh.

I had tapped for maybe two minutes. I looked down to see that the swelling had stopped, the dark spot had shrunk, and the pain was about half gone.

So I kept tapping, just saying ‘the pain the pain’ and ‘I’m sorry,’ over and over again, until after about 5 minutes, it looked like #2 in the image below.

I tapped for a few minutes more on ’this remaining pain,’ and finally there was no more pain, no more dark mark, and no more swelling.

I’m typing this right now with the same hand, about 3 hours later, with zero pain. Now my hand looks like #3.

If I had not tapped, I’d be in sorry painful shape.


Last year a friend tripped and fell on her knee on the concrete. I ran over to her and tried to get her to tap, but she furiously pushed me away saying, ‘you know I don’t believe in that stuff!’

Within minutes, her knee was so swollen it looked like a softball covered by a huge black, blue and purple bruise.

As I drove her to emergency, she passed out from the pain.

They admitted her overnight for observation, and she picked up MRSA.

They plied her with an elephant’s weight in antibiotics, made her do a two-week stay in the hospital before allowing her to come home, and because of the MRSA, she did another two-week stay a month later.

It took six months for the swelling to go all the way down and the pain to leave.

Imagine if she’d allowed me to tap.


Have you ever wondered why you can’t think straight when you’ve been shocked or traumatized?

It’s because your body and mind are in full survival. No thinking! You’re all the way over in right brain mode.

That’s why when you ask someone who’s been shocked or traumatized, ‘are you OK’ or ‘how do you feel,’ they often cannot speak at all. Especially if it’s a kid.

Once you remember, ‘oh yeah, I can tap!’ and then do so, your ability to think and verbalize comes back.


If you don’t know how to tap, go here and go through the little freebie demo:


* In case you’re thinking “oh she should use humane traps!” Well, we use traps of all kinds here. I used to catch the critters and release them, but … island. They just came back. So don’t go putting me down for not being a nice guy – my neighbor is a cranky old thing who won’t have things any way but her own.

Are You Using Your Dreams to Improve Your Life?

Have you ever had an intuitive urge to do something that would be really cool and exciting…

anger…and in a flash, your inner nay-sayer shreds it into so many ragged, frayed threads with so many arguments against it that you push it to the back of your mind, saying, “well, maybe some day I’ll get to it….”?

And later, you think to yourself, “I shoulda done that!” But it’s too late, and now you add another I-could-have-done item to your regret pile.

That inner voice is your lovely subconscious, trying to keep you from taking risks so you can be safe. It wants you to maintain the status quo. It’s heartily against change.

It would rather you stay stuck in a loveless, harsh, abusive relationship than risk going out on your own and creating love, safety and fun for yourself at last.


Last week on the Hunting Your Power Through Dreaming Teleclass, K.P. told us about her dreams of kissing her ex (ew!). We did some tapping, and we did some re-dreaming, and she went off very happy.

She contacted me to say that she awoke feeling light and free the next day, because for the first time she can remember the heaviness and fear were gone.

And a week later, not only does she not dream about him anymore, but she realized that she was the one who had kept herself imprisoned in her long relationship with this loud, angry, narcissistic, abusive man.

Imagine what it would be like to erase your own sabotaging voice!

That’s what we did for her, and now she feels great, and says,

“I released myself from that self-defeating pact, and I actually felt all of the oppression leave. I feel free!

I feel that I will move forward in my career at a record breaking pace now. I can be and do exactly what I want now.

Oh happy day! I feel so different than I did yesterday. I am really me now! I am still flying high. I don’t know if I can sleep tonight.

You should feel good— you just gave me my life back. BOOM!”

kickhimout-5hWHAT ABOUT YOU?

Want to get released from old stuff that keeps sabotaging you, too?

I’ll show you how to use Active Dreaming to:
•  stop that inner nag saying “no you can’t do that”
•  remember your dreams even if you don’t dream now
•  use inner portals to other realities so you can bring back
treasures you can use in this reality
•  heal almost any kind of pain or imbalance
•  work out karma without getting hurt
•  discover re-dreaming so you can can completely upgrade
your experience of life
•  stop nightmares and chase dreams
•  find out what your dreams really mean (not by using one
of those dream interpretation books!)
•  meet inner guides who assist you in amazing ways…


Then you’ll want to listen to the FREE Intro to Hunting Your Power Through Dreaming Audio from last week’s Teleclass! You can do the tapping with us, and read the totally cool and very funly illustrated by me Transcript! Get it HERE.


Because I reveal what the Top Most Important Dream Types are, and start you off on how to use them:
Even if you think you’d don’t dream
(I show you how to start them up again).
Even if you don’t remember your dreams
(I show you how to start recalling them).
Even if your dreams right now are scary and not fun.

You’ll see how we created a whole new dream for one of the women who said she hadn’t had any new clients in six months.

Want more clients? Make more dough?


So – I invite you to check out the Audios for the
Hunting Your Dreams Course/Mastermind

I want you to be able to not just cruise through your night
with any old dreams, but have purposeful, intentional dreams.
I call it Active Dreaming.


Hunting Your Power Through Dreams

Did you know there are many types of dreams?
Do you remember your dreams, or know what they mean?
Did you know you can re-do dreams?
Do you ever have chase dreams or nightmares?
Do you have a personal, in-house Dream Guide?


What’s the big deal? Why are dreams so important? Rather than tell you, I’ll show you something that completely altered my whole life, because it changed how I felt about myself.

As a kid, I felt like a cringing wimp – both in and out of my dreams. If anyone even looked at me askance or said a critical word, I’d put on a brave front, but in reality, I felt like I was dying a thousand painful deaths inside. You’ll see how that changes….


thebigbear5hMy family lived on a hill, at the foot of which was a narrow stretch of beach. It was a huge long climb back up, but I went down there often to swim and play in the sand.

I was about 9 when a repetitive dream started: a huge black bear would burst out of the bushes as I climbed up the hill. It chased me – screaming my head off – all the way up the hill, only stopping when it reached the edge of our lawn.

I had that dream over and over until I was 14 years old. Sometimes the bear would just chase me up the hill; others we dashed through a long narrow rose trellis shaped like an arched tunnel. A thick growth of bright red roses with long thorns hung down and seemed to reach out to scratch me as I sprinted through.

I don’t know how I was fast enough to beat that bear every time, but I did, even when I had one of those running-but-going-nowhere versions.



People Ask ‘Why the Women’s March’? Here Are 26 Reasons Why

This is a comment from my friend Lyn StClair, in a beautiful post she wrote on Facebook. Thank you Lyn!

I invite you to notice that she says ‘for’ rather than against – we used to say, ‘we protest against ___.’ But we were – and still are, metaphorically – actually marching for issues to be addressed and resolved.

This was a march FOR rights and people and freedom. There was not rioting and there were no arrests.

zeroarest012217So here’s Lyn’s comment, as she posted it on FB:

What are you marching for?

“Saturday [January 22, the day of the march] was one of my prouder moments as an American. This introvert braved a crowd of over 10,000 in Helena, MT to walk in solidarity with an estimated 4 million women, men and children across the world.

Among the likes, loves and positive words from friends, there was one question that required an answer more substantial than a simple few sentences framed in a “reply” (the same question asked by others who are overtly critical of the march): “What are you marching for?”.

Despite the negative intent, it is a good question.

What am I, a white American who is pretty happy with her life and work, marching for? My answer, in no particular order…we marched for:

•  for all the bullied children who cry themselves to sleep…or, worse, think suicide is the only way out.
•  for the protection of our public lands, wild places and wildlife.
•  for science over opinion.
•  for LGBTQ Americans and my many friends among them, who now may fear losing basic human rights that were too long coming. Continue reading

March for Women’s Freedom and Human Rights

The Women’s March! Wow, the Women’s March was so awesome! 

Had me in tears. 3 Million world wide. 70 countries – even including Antarctica! Over 700 marches. I could go on – but check these out (and this is San Francisco last night – is that a thing of beauty or what?!?):

san-fran-5hSome of the best signs:

•  Fight like a girl!
•  Silent No More
•  I will NOT be silenced!
•  Donald J Trump will Lie about this
•  Keep your tiny hands off my Rights
•  Same shit, different century
•  Equality hurts no one
•  A woman’s place is in the Boardroom
•  Men of quality don’t fear Equality
•  You can’t comb over Misogyny
•  Girls to the front
•  The whole world is watching
•  I’m not usually a sign person but geez
•  Bisexuals are just confused – by your ignorance
•  Can’t believe we still have to protest this crap
•  I’m Really Quite Cross About This (love that!)
•  Those of us with Ovaries Need A Press with Balls
•  My arms are tired from holding this sign since the 60s
•  Women are the Wall and Trump will pay!
•  They tired to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds
•  Hey Donald, don’t try to grab my pussy, it’s made of STEEL
•  Respect existence or expect Resistance
 •  I am woman, hear me ROAR!
…and a sign saying, I’m with Her, with arrows pointing all around to the other women and men who were marching.

No other time in our world history has there been such a massive, globally attended protest for women, overall freedom and human rights.

We are so fortunate to have social media! I know, it’s a waste of time how some people use it. But this! This was amazing.


If you are on FB, I have collected a slew of pix of the march that will inspire you – see them here:


First of all, all of us need to stop complaining about Trump, the elections and what has already gone by. It’s a waste of breath and creative energy. Continue reading

It’s About Time

I remember when this song by John Denver first came out. It got me all weepy then, and it still gets me all teary-eyed. Yep, I’m still a dream-filled, peace-loving hippie. Dig it.

It’s About Time

look-to-the-moon-igThere’s a full moon over India
and Gandhi lives again.
Who’s to say you have to lose
for someone else to win?
In the eyes of all the people,
the look is much the same,
for the first is just the last one
when you play a deadly game.

It’s about time we realize it,
we’re all in this together.
It’s about time we find out,
it’s all of us or none.
It’s about time we recognize it,
these changes in the weather.
It’s about time, it’s about changes,
and it’s about time.

There’s a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
and a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me.
I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land,
with his lips upon our mother’s breast, he makes his strongest stand.

It’s about time we start to see it, the earth is our only home.
It’s about time we start to face it, we can’t make it here all alone.
It’s about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind,
it’s about time and it’s about changes and it’s about time.

There’s a man who is my brother, I just don’t know his name.
But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same.
And it hurts me when he’s hungry and when his children cry.
I too am a father, and that little one is mine.

It’s about time we begin it, to turn the world around.
It’s about time we start to make it, the dream we’ve always known.
It’s about time we start to live it, the family of man.
It’s about time, it’s about changes and it’s about time.
It’s about peace and it’s about plenty and it’s about time,
It’s about you and me together and it’s about time.

© John Denver

Dream Dissection

Thank you for your letters about the dream I recounted to you last weekend. I appreciate your feedback tremendously. You might be interested in some of the comments….

•   “So Angela, why did you send out that newsletter with your dream? Seems odd. What does your dream have to do with EFT-tapping?”

I sent it out because someone I respect had read it and said they thought it would be a good note for my readers. So I did. And it felt Right.

Tapping comes in when you feel scared or upset by a dream. You can either train yourself to tap inside a dream, or you can tap after you wake up.

•   “Did you make that up?”

No, very definitely not! It would be silly to try to make up a dream – our conscious minds just don’t work the way our dream minds do. I don’t think I’d ever be able to write a script as crazy as some of the dreams I’ve had.

•   “Why didn’t you give us forewarning of the possibility that the ‘bad guy’ could be melted? Having the Divine come in at the end seems like a corny device.”

That’s because you’re looking at it from a literary context. Dreams are not literary, by any stretch. I wasn’t going for any intended result other than wanting you to read the dream and get your own perspective.

 •  “What use is a dream like this? I was surprised at the violent nature of it.”

frustratedwithhim-siteYes, I can understand that. But remember, the nature of dreams is mysterious, and much of the time, far beyond our comprehension.

I studied for years with a Druid Dream Master in the 80s. She said that often we will work out unpleasant karma in our dreams so we don’t need to get bloody in real life. I can attest to that one! One day I’ll write out one of those dreams –

And many times, a dream’s purpose is to clue you onto something you need to pay attention to in your waking life.

If your dream messengers can’t get you to ‘get’ something with a feather, they will use a 2×4. If that won’t work, they’ll use a Mack truck. In this case, it was a Mack truck.


One of the precepts I was taught was that every aspect of your dream IS you. If you dream of a house, the house is you. If you dream of a mouse, the mouse is you. If you dream of a cake, it’s you. And so on.

This is useful if you can meditate on your dream and ask yourself,
•  What does that house-me represent?
•  How does it feel?
•  What parts of it was I paying attention to?
•  Does it have a specific message for me?
•  What does it remind me of?
There are plenty more questions you can ask of your dream in order to make sense of your waking life.

The dream I shared with you pointed out to me that I was done with the abusive men in my life. In the dream, I didn’t try to fight him; beyond asking question arising from my initial confusion, I didn’t try to argue with him; and I didn’t give in – all three of which I would have done in the past.

The little boy up in the loft was my little inner boy, who had been too scared up until then to make a peep, even after losing his toy out on the street. He only looked at me in the dream, wondering if he could trust me.

That meant to me that it’s now time to cultivate my inner little boy and help him grow up and have more fun, without fear.

There are a lot of other aspects I could go into, but the part I was mostly interested in was how I finally allowed myself to >not< be my own hero.

In the past, I wouldn’t have asked for help. From anyone. In my 20s, I had decided that if I was going to get something done, it was me who was going to do it. I perceived that no one wanted to help me. (I was wrong, but that’s a whole other story….)

So at the end of the dream when I tossed the whole thing to the Divine, that meant to me that I could trust that there was some one or some thing that was much bigger than me that would come to my aid if I asked.

(Which is kind of funny, seeing as I have been doing that for years – remember I told you about asking the Divine to send pink love when people tailgate you? It works. By the time I look again in the rear-view mirror, they have already backed off, and don’t repeat the tailgating. How could I forget that?)

I had been playing god by trying to do it all myself, and it was time to stop that and let miracles in.


I’m not saying, by any means, that we ought to just throw our hands up in the air and say, “god, YOU do it!” at the first sign of trouble! Ever hear of the saying, ‘god helps those who help themselves’?

To me, that means that I do my utmost best, and if even that doesn’t work, ask in the Big Help.


The message of the dream was that I needed to regain a sense of authority and sovereignty of my mind/body complex. It had been threatened by an Other-then-me Being, and I had to rise out of helplessness and succeed by using the power of Love. I also needed to honor the fun part of me more often!

The best thing about this dream was the feeling I awoke with – I felt great! I had gone through what was a serious breach of my privacy and my personal sovereignty, and come out feeling fantastic. That was worth gold to me.

I’ve learned a lot by studying dreams. I’ve been wiring them down since I was nineteen – that’s 50+ years. You know you have to learn something from studying something that long!


I was thinking this morning that I’d be happy to do some dream readings for you – would you be interested in that? Or….


If you are interested in deepening your ability to read your own dreams, I can also show you:
•  how to see if there is a message in your dream
•  what the message is
•  how to dissect your dream
a shorty quick way for fast answers
a longer, in-full way to get the most out of it
•  how to go back in and change your dream if it feels heavy, scary or incomplete
•  how to use tapping to de-escalate highly charged emotions – both right in your dreams, and afterwards
•  how to use your dream messages to impact and improve your life

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Melt the Bad Man! A Dream

I’m upstairs in my bedroom about to go to bed, and hear a strange noise outside. I look out my window.

outthedoor-siteDown in the alley I see a motorbike stop just barely out of sight. A teen boy gets off and runs around the corner.

I dash downstairs and outside, and see the boy climbing into my kitchen window.

I grab a handful of his disappearing pant leg and hold tight.

I call Help! Help! to the man I know is upstairs, expecting him to come help me catch this kid who is intent on stealing from me.

The man comes downstairs, reaches outside the window and disengages my hand from the boy’s pants. He helps the boy off the sill, and sends him out the front door.

I’m livid.

I go back inside and scream at him, What the hell did you do?
I pull out my phone and start to call the cops.
He strikes the phone out of my hand, and says, You’ll do nothing of the kind, I’m in control now.

I say, This is MY house, and simultaneously realize it’s in his name.
He laughs, and says, Oh really?!? You’re broke and have no right to this house, it’s mine.

frustratedwithhim-siteI start to feel deflated, but still enraged.

I say, Then I’ll buy it out from under you.

He laughs and says, You can’t. You’re overdrawn. You have nothing.

I feel as if I’m about to burst with fury and helplessness.

I have no one to turn to. I want to run away screeching my pain.

I run to the front door and step halfway out, onto the steps in the dark.

I see a toy the young boy from the loft has dropped.
I pick it up and step back in to hand it to him.
He takes it from my hand. He is silent.

I start to go back out the door, but realize that if I leave this house – MY house – the man will take it and I will have nothing, and nowhere to go.

Frustrated beyond imagination, I feel my body start to blow up into a huge scream.

Suddenly, I know that’s the secret – sound! I can just scream the right frequency, and I can propel the man out of my house faster than light can travel.

But what I really want to do is kill him, so he can never perpetrate the same kind of abuse on me or anyone else ever again.

I imagine kung fu-ing him; beating him to a pulp; seeing a red dot on his forehead and a consequent laser beam melting his brain….

Then I realized that if I kill him, I lower myself vibrationally to his level, and I will have to repeat this energetic scenario over and over until I create a high frequency solution.

I knew that sending clouds of pink love would stop him, but I was so mad that I couldn’t do it.

So I decided that I wanted to melt him.
So I asked the Divine to do it for me.

Melt him with such an enormous amount of love that he can no longer function as a ‘bad person’ ever again.

After all, this is what ‘bad people’ want – to fill their empty hearts and missing souls with love. They try to force us to give it to them – squeeze it out of us – which of course never works, because we reflect their own anger and fear back to them magnified.

thkyouspirit-siteI can’t do the love thing, because I’m still so enraged, but I say, Divine Whatever You Are, please melt him with your love and mercy.’

And it does.

And he is gone.

And I feel awesome.


© Angela Treat Lyon 2016 All rights reserved

Should I Do the Age Regression? A Dream

Pondering....I’m in an apartment 42 floors up with a man and a woman.

We are about to be age regressed 30 years.

I think to myself that if we are regressed here, we may end up in mid air and come crashing down, so I suggest that we leave immediately. We rush into the elevator and slide down to the ground floor.

The woman wants to go to her apt to get some stuff she wants. As we start to go into the foyer of her place, we see some construction guys come in with their tools and equipment.

We hide behind a big brick column, and decide to do our regress thing in an outside field instead.

As we leave, I see my own apt building start to unbuild –
*whoosh* the windows were all gone…
*whoosh* the ceilings disappeared…
…and so on; and I could plainly hear a crackling sound as a fire blasted high into the disappearing structure.

We go to a secret meadow nearby.
We lie down in the soft grass.

I have all these memories – hundreds and hundreds of them – of my life, all scattered little tiny scenarios. I try to figure out what age I want to regress to.

sm-playBut I see that if I do, I’d not-meet some of my favorite people, and not-do some of the things I loved or was proud of, or that were huge lessons for me during the last 30 years.

I decide that there are only 2 options: erase all of it, and start over; or stop the process and cherish every memory and every person and circumstance.

I chose the latter.

It was clearly obvious that sending love to every part of my life, my body, my self, my friends and people I’d met, and every last thing I’d done, was the only way. It felt Right.

I woke up.

© Angela Treat Lyon 2016 All rights reserved

It’s Holiday Giftie Time!


holiday-tree-bag-igSometimes I forget to tell people about the wonderful gifts and goodies you can get at my print sites!

You can get everything from pillows (long and square) to mugs, to tights to tote and clutch bags – and more – it’s amazing how much cool stuff there is.

So if you want gifts this year that are bright, colorful and totally unique, here’s where to go!

PRINTS for the wall, plus shower curtains, pillows and more: HERE



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Happy 2017!!!

love2How many years have you set great goals for the new year…and ended up not doing them – and then feeling bad about it?

Ugh! Me too. And not only that, but on top of not doing what I said I’d do, I felt bad about it, and then felt bad about feeling bad!

How silly is that?

So I decided to come up with something that would make me feel good. Here’s what I did.


Last January, I set feel-good goals. It worked.

I asked myself two questions:
1. “How do I want to feel about myself, my life and my biz at the end of this year?”

2. “What three things will really make me feel fantastic if I do them by year’s end?”

My answers were:

1. feel light, happy and proud.
2. a. create/publish 5 excellent books that I love and feel happy about
b. do something I’ve never done before & learn a lot
c. feel really healthy by the end of the year

And I did it all!

1. I feel light, happy and proud of myself, my life and my work.
2. And I did not 3, but 4 big things that I feel really awesome about:
a. I wrote, illustrated and published a fantastic course (with video!) on how to get on the radio so you can get the word out about your work
b. I did over scads of new paintings
c. I found and got on a really strong road to health
d. I learned how to use Instagram!

What will YOU feel really great about at the end of this year?


I wish you the very best, happiest, most fun, successful and outrageously creative and unique year ever in 2016.

Change Your Mind! with EFT: the Basics – Revised!

112815-CYM-BAS-COVER-3D-5hI’ve gone over and revised  my Signature EFT book, Change Your Mind with EFT, the Basics.

When I revised it, I was frankly amazed at how good it is!

I expected to have to change and update a whole lot of stuff in it, but all I did was rewrite a few sentences and reformat it. It’s as dynamite as it was when it first came though me in 2002.

In case you have never read it, it’s a simple, clear manual on how to use EFT: what it is, how it came to be, and how to use it easily, rapidly and effectively for what ails ya and for creating new options and possibilities.

If you’ve been struggling with fear, anger, irritability, pain, illness or food cravings; if you have trouble staying on track or can’t quite stay focused on your action plans, you’ll want to get it for yourself. Or even as a gift for someone else.

I have it in ebook and on the Kindle for all you ipad and e-device users, and in print format for you if you love marking and underlining books, and holding them cozily on your lap.

If anything is bringing you down off what could be a wonderfully enjoyable life experience and you don’t have this book, I invite you get it now and use it! CLICK HERE to get it!

Remember I love you!
aloha –