How to GET YOUR ENERGY BACK

GET YOUR ENERGY BACK!

During this last two years, I’ve watched closely as I and many others have lost income, gained way too much weight, lost our health, got horrifically off track in biz, and felt generally unfocused, exhausted, uninspired and discouraged.

I decided I’d had enough!
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I was tired of feeling tired, too exhausted to do a single thing. No matter what, things had to change, or I might as well give up and go be a Walmart door greeter.

A MONUMENTAL SHIFT

Since being a door greeter is very definitely not on my list of desirable things to do in my life… instead: I set up an experiment, and I set a time frame of one month to see how it would go.

Here’s what I did (am doing):

ONE: No more sugar! My head felt like someone had filled it with mushy concrete. I was eating too much sugar (have some coffee with that sugar, anyone?), and was seriously insulin resistant.

So I stopped using it. At first it was iffy, and I really really wanted it.

But my clarity of mind, which I had been sorely missing, increased every day. The longer I stayed away from sugar, the easier it got, and the more I now enjoy having a sharp mind again.

TWO: Re-focus. And this was sooo hard! – I did a monster pivot: I stopped banging my head against the wall, worrying because people weren’t buying enough of my art to make it possible to even pay the rent.

I re-focused my attention on the other major thing that brings me joy – coaching.

Because there’s nothing like seeing people light up when they really get it that what they thought was ‘negative’ energy is really powerful creative energy they can now use … without fear.

THREE: My Five Keys. Because I still get distracted and lose focus, I put together five major keys that help me clue in to determine where to go next at any time.

FOUR: Quick trix. I developed a series of very simple, very fast (only a couple minutes long) processes that help me get present, grounded, focused and productive.

And a couple more that can be used to reduce anxiety, get to sleep (a biggie!), and regain mental clarity.

And one for creativity that will knock your socks off.

AND NOW?

Well. It’s been a hair more than a month, and I can tell you right off that every one of those things has worked powerfully.

I’m not perfect – I do fall off now and then – but so far, have never been off track more than 24 hours. It’s been well worth it – I shall continue implementing the changes I set up.

What if you could get off the same-old, same-old
‘this is how it is now’ carousel that goes nowhere …
but wears you down every. single. day?

AN EXPERIMENT!

I want to share with you:
… how I stopped eating something I’ve been addicted to my whole life,
….without all that much trouble…
… how to get clear in a flash
… how to shift from fear to excitement and inspiration…
… how to change your mind about anxiety
and way more –

I invite you to get the 7 shorty videos (90 minutes total) where
I show you
HOW to GET YOUR ENERGY BACK!

I demonstrated the things I’m doing myself, and more, so you can try them out in your own experiment.

Get the videos HERE for just ten bucks




(yep, $10. I want you to have this information!)

If you want to:
… start getting your health and energy back
… live a life of purpose and meaning
… be the Creative Boss of your life –
… feel a solid connection again with the Eternal
… love yourself and your life again – or maybe for the 1st time ever –
Come on along!

It was great fun being with the folks on the webinar! When you watch the videos (one hour total), you will see how to take a situation or issue you had previously called ‘negative’ and transform it!

GET THE BOOK!

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Now you’ll be able to create and develop new neural pathways in your mind/body system, so you can start feeling good, and feeling good about feeling good!

You can finally come out of the morass of the confusion and fear of the last two years, into curiosity, inspiration and delight with yourself and your life.

You know I love you!

aloha –
Angela

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QUOTE of the DAY

You’ve seen this before, but it is SO relevant for these times:

“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness, concerning all acts of initiative and creation.

There is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred.

A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no one could have dreamed would have come one’s way.

Whatever you can do or dream you can, BEGIN IT.

Boldness has genius, power and magic in it…BEGIN IT NOW!”

~ Johan Wolfgang Goethe

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Angela Treat Lyon

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How to Turn ANXIETY into CREATIVITY

ANXIETY into CREATIVITY?

Now you really can transform your anxiety, stress, exhaustion,and inability
to focus into beautiful, useful, creative energy!

This is for you if you’ve been afraid, anxious or panicked about life after covid, your relationships, business, family, making a living, trying to live a fulfilled life, or if you’re having a hard time following your dream….

You’ll discover how to use your fear and ‘negative’ thoughts and beliefs to break out of your anxiety, so you can get on track to living a lovely, fulfilling CREATIVE life.

What you read or see in the book or videos will seem deceivingly simple. Don’t fool yourself. If you take what you get here and actively use it in your daily life, you’ll look back in a very short time in wonder that you ever suffered so much before.

When you read the book and/or watch the videos, you get to:
• Discover how to find, assess, and rate your ‘bad’ energy, so you can…
• Learn what to do with all that ‘bad’ stuff! Like:
• How to delete the habit of anxiety and your Restriction Code™
• Find out how to make your wishes come true; and…
• Find out how to choose creativity over anxiety… and way more!

“Always from the heart! You speak a language in that is understood on a higher plane – it shouts from everything you do. It is your identity and legacy.”  ~ Craig McL., NZ

Haven’t you suffered long enough?
What are you waiting for? 

Get yourself free! Choose one or more of these options:

How to Turn ANXIETY into CREATIVITY – VIDEOS
90 minutes total – short videos for easy watching – exercises, processes and critical information
Get the videos HERE for only $10.00

How to Turn ANXIETY into CREATIVITY – EBOOK
108-page pdf ebook, with full color illustrations, exercises, processes and critical information.
Get the Ebook HERE for only $5 (or choose what you want to pay)

How to Turn ANXIETY into CREATIVITY – PRINT BOOK
108-page print book, with full color illustrations, exercises, processes and critical information.
Get the Print book HERE on amazon for $19.99

WHERE TO GET ART BY ANGELA

Paintings and sculpture:
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Books:
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Request a print or commission a piece:
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IMAGE: Who Am I?
Oamaru Limestone (sold)
© Angela Treat Lyon 2002

DO THIS FOR YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS

People ask me how they can support their favorite artists if they can’t buy from them.

Here are a few ideas you can try.

• Do you know any gallery owners? If you think your fave artist’s work would fit the gallery, send the gallery owner or acquisitions manager a link to your artist’s website or IG page, with a personal note suggesting that this artist would be an asset to their gallery.

• Contribute to the artist’s patreon.com or kofi.com account – even if it’s only 5, 10 or 100 bucks a month. You’d be surprised how much that can mean to the artist.

• Do you have a favorite art magazine? Email the art editor about your artist friend, include a link. Say why you love the work, and how interesting the artist is, and wouldn’t it be cool to have an article written about them.

• Take pix of the art you bought from the artist, and post it on FB, IG or other social media, with a link to the artist’s website, FB or IG pages.

• Brag on how much you love the piece you got, and why! Say more than “I love this painting’ – say why you love it! Like, it helps me feel calm, or it inspires me, or reminds me of … Continue reading

2022 CALENDARS and FREE POSTER!

The new 2022 calendars are ready – I just got my copies in the mail!
Woohoo! They look great – I’m so pleased!

WHAT YOU GET:
• A beautiful wall-hanging calendar!
• It measures 8.5″x 6.5″ folded
• It measures 8.5″x13″ when hanging on the wall unfolded.
• It is printed on delicious, thick, durable, semi-glossy paper in rich black inks.
• A free 8.5″x8.5″ printable poster of Sun Boat, November’s image!
• You can get more then one – give them as gifts!

AND A FREEBIE!
You also get a freebie downloadable, printable pdf poster of SUN BOAT, one of the images from the calendar, that you can print out and frame for your home or office.

GET THEM HERE!


 

SAM: Likes Shiny Things

The second time I was raped was a far cry from the first. Looking back, I count what happened to me that day as a stroke of incredible good fortune for myself, and out-of- the-blue evidence of amazing community solidarity in its intolerance for violence and cruelty, and its endeavor to maintain peace.

I was 17. My first year at Parsons School of Design. My father had loudly lamented sending me there, telling me, “You’ll probably just get married and spend your life making babies and washing dishes, and give up making art anyway, so why should I go to the trouble of paying for this expensive school?”

If he meant that as a joke, it didn’t ride. Our family’s forté was the say-the-reverse-of-what-you-really-mean thing, so I never really learned how to tell if someone was speaking the truth or not. I still struggle with that.

As an example, instead of telling me I looked nice in a new dress, he’d say, “Too bad your ears stick out – kind of detracts from how nice that dress should look.” Gee thanks for the kind, supportive words, Dad. Not.

So I was wearing one of those dresses on my way to my apartment from school late one afternoon. I was carrying my purse jammed full of the jars of paint and brushes I wanted to use over the weekend, and my big, clumsy flat black portfolio. The thing was huge – imagine a flat faux-leather briefcase about 30” x 40”. It held all the drawings I’d done all week.

It was getting dark – I’d stayed after class for some personal instruction. There was a shortcut through a nasty alley that ended right at the steps to the subway. I knew I ought not go that route, but it looked clear, so I started walking fast. Continue reading

OLIVER: Sees You

September of 1999 was a hot one. I had just returned to Santa Fe a short month ago from a stint back east, house-sitting for my dear friend, Cynthia, out on Long Island. I hadn’t been able to find a place I could afford yet.

I did find a little secluded glade down by an arroyo, hemmed in by cottonwoods and brambly brush, on the edge of town. It was just big enough to park my little Kia and have room to turn around in.

Fortunately, I found work doing ad design at the main local newspaper, so at least my dog, Io (EE-oh), and I weren’t starving.

One evening as the sky wheeled through its usual brilliant show of cerulean blues, purples, and fuschias, Io and I came out of our little hidey-hole to go for an evening walk. It was earlier than usual, so I was cautious about anyone seeing where we came out of the weeds.

The very second we emerged, Io took off like a rocket, the leash snapping right out of my hand. She usually pulled on it eagerly, but never had she burst away like that! Continue reading

BELLA: Early

My dad used to burst into my bedroom, at dawn:30 a.m., throwing the door back with a bang, roughly yank all the covers completely off me and my bed, and cheerily spout, “Time to get uuuuuuuppp!!”

He thought he was being SO funny. N O T . But could I ever convince him of that? Or the way I felt terrified of him? Nope. He was a very big man. My space was totally violated, my privacy absolutely irrelevant to him. Nope.

Especially after I started filling in all the places little girls do when they get past a certain stage in their lives. I made my mother get me long flannel night gowns that looked like ones Granny would wear. In summer, cotton. Down to my ankles.

In this day and age when clothing seems to ride as far up near the crotch and down as far to the nips as possible, bare bellies sporting belly-button rings and all, you might think it strange that I grew up freaked out by body exposure. I still don’t like it. I’m OK with most people running around nearly nekked, but don’t ask me to do it.

Yes, I’ve done a bunch of inner work on that, but you know what? There are a lot of things way more important to think about.

Like how people seem to think it’s OK to cuss or yell at or even physically attack someone else for the most absurd reason.

Like how some are so entitled they think the rest of the world should think like they do, or call cops on people of color for nothing.

It’s so hard to deal with. When someone’s in your face, it’s so easy to take the same road and yell back. All that does is make things worse.

I run away if I can. If can’t, I stay quiet. If I can’t do that, I make a comment like, “Wow, you must be having a really bad day,” or something like that.

That can de-escalate a situation fast, helping the person to feel seen and heard. But it doesn’t always work.

I’m no miracle worker, but I keep the peace as much as I can, because I know it has to start with me. If I go off, I only join in to lower the vibes.

If I can keep my equanimity, I can be a reference point for calm, and the subsequent lifting of frequencies.

I can’t change the whole world, but I can change me, or at least stay calm in the face of mayhem. I had to learn how to do that to finally get it across to my father how I felt, because no amount of yelling, whining, or bitching at him worked.

You know what did it? I asked him how he’d feel if some man came into his and my ma’s bedroom and did the whole grab-the-covers thing to her.

You should have seen him turn beet red with rage at the very idea … and then … suddenly … stop, look at me, and get really, really quiet.

Long silence. His head down.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he said, looking back up at me, actual tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.” He never did it again.

Peace, calm, and if not joy, at least gratitude. Those things work

BELLA: Early

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BUDDY: in the Light, Shadowed

When I drew this, I was focusing on the white part so much that it wasn’t until later that I saw the funny blue face.

I particularly like this one because it’s so silly (Silly really ought to be my middle name), and so obvious … but not. It’s a great metaphor for my life – I go forward with stuff, and a lot of tangential events and other things happen, and it isn’t until later that I realize/see it.

And I like it, of course, because I love birdies.

I’ve always loved birdies. When I was a kid, we had an osprey nest on our land down by the pond, and I’d watch them for hours as they reinforced the nest, had their brood, flew off again.

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SYLVESTER: Hiss

Lately I’ve been really struggling with sleep imbalance.

It’s so strange – I can sleep 2 or 3 hours, but then my legs get all jumpy and I have to get up. Then within an hour or three, my eyes slump shut and I’m sleepy all over again and have to get horizontal before I fall over. And it starts all over again.

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SELBY’S Favorite Game (Not Really)

Recently I watched one of those ‘cute’ animal videos where a seal was bouncing a ball around and playing catch with its trainer in one of those sea life shows.

I wanted to relf. Seals belong OUTside. They are cute, sure, until you come up close and dirty – if one decided to attack you for some reason, you’d be shit outta luck.

They weigh nine million pounds more than you do, can bowl you over faster than jets, and in case you didn’t know, those cute little flappy things at the end of their arms? They have claws on them. Sharp. That could rip you apart in seconds. Not to mention a mean set of very sharp, very efficient chompers.

Not cute at all. Powerful, beautiful, natural, belonging in the wild – not in a sterile, empty pool, swimming laps and jumping through hoops and playing endless rounds of ball with a human, no matter how ‘well-meaning’ that human might be.

Many years ago, I was at a flea market a friend had a booth at. She had this little stuffed seal, maybe 10″ long, fluffy and white and a cute smile. I named it my Seal of Approval (I know, groan – ). Now THAT is what is OK to play with, not real, live, sentient beings.

Whenever I see petitions about getting animals out of jail, I sign each and every one of them. I donate a few bucks if I can. The idea of captivity makes my belly hurt.

ELIGHTABETH, So Serioth

When I was a little kid, my dad’s mother would come stay with us. Granny. The one whose middle name, Treat, I carry.

I couldn’t stand her. She smelled like Eau d’Oldde Peoplle. And she made this weird little sucking-in whistle sound whenever there was something she disapproved of, but wouldn’t speak about.

This image is how she appeared to me then. Looking back from the perspective of someone who is now the age she was then, I understand more.

She wouldn’t speak up about things she didn’t like because my dad would shut her down. Never in front of us – always in another room. I heard him one time – it wasn’t pretty. So she communicated by sucky-whistle, or one of those high, wobbly hoity-toity voices as she asked us to do something we didn’t want to do.

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SCREEN PARALYSIS: JESSE: Caught

I’ve been writing up a storm lately, and last night as I got up to take a little break, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror as I left – I looked kinda like this! I realized I’d be practically glued to the screen for days!

So today I’m focusing on remembering fun, funny, silly, laughterish things, jotting down notes as I sip my drink – in the kitchen – far away from the screen.

May your own day be funny, silly and outlandishly outrageously lovely.

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© Angela Treat Lyon 2021

HOW to FREE UP YOUR CREATIVE ENERGY

I was very honored to be invited to be the featured guest of the Lone Star Dowsers monthly meeting last week (July 28, 2021)!

First we went into dowsing, then EFT/tapping – pretty deeply. I’ve been using dowsing for 40 years, 20+ of those years using a dowsing rod, getting pretty extraordinary results.

I showed you how to do that, in detail.

Maybe you’ve never wondered why the age-old technique of dowsing is still around – isn’t it just woo-woo-la-la stuff?

Not at all. You’ve heard of the saying, ‘everything is energy,’ right?

Well, dowsers use universal energy to discover lots of details you’d never even guess about, or thought were important!

For instance:

Do you know what a geopathic stress zone is, and why they are critically important?

Did you know that a geopathic stress zone under your bed can cause insomnia? Cancer? Insanity? Continue reading

BEARY BEAR’S DAD, BURT: Mellow

Burt is the kind of dad everyone should have. Holds little babies as if they were the gods’ own treasures; plays with the toddlers; treats little girls to merry-go-rounds and lots of colorfully illustrated books and art supplies; little boys to Tonka trucks, small-hand size tools and paints, encyclopedias, roller skates and skis; and young men and women as if they were better than royalty.

I had Burt when I was a little kid. Everyone else thought he was Pooh, but I didn’t like that it sounded like he was being pooh-poohed, so I secretly called him Burt. We snuck ginger snaps from the cupboard together.

When I had the run-in with the dentist, Burt became my very, very, very best friend. He held me tight as I laid there splayed on my bed, unmoving, staring at a blurred ceiling, numb, unbelieving, wishing for someone who could tell me who I really was and that I might be lovable and that I’d never be betrayed by any person or my own body ever again.

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