Secret Tapping with EFT

I just have to tell you about the "secret surrogate EFT sessions" I did with someone. I still have to laugh when I think about them.

I've had some great success with surrogate tapping on planes with crying babies and long-distance work with adults, so I was curious to read the recent articles (on the EFT main site, Emofree.com) by Ryan Kurczak about his innovative surrogate sessions. I thought I'd try surrogate tapping out on my long-time friend who I will call "Scotty," with whom I can talk about anything and everything under the sun - as long as I don't talk about EFT. Huh. Let THAT one go!

Scotty's boyfriend is a bass guitar player in a very famous rock band that tours the country in a caravan of busses.

He calls Scotty almost every day, and each time moans and groans about the poor food, everyone is stoned all the time, he's so tired, he's too old for this (64), his hands hurt, he misses their land and the house they're building... and on and on. Then SHE calls ME with all of that PLUS how she feels about it.

At one point I told her to shift or get off the pot, and she didn't call for a while. I thought maybe they had worked something out when she finally called me at last last week. But no, she was about to do another bitch-and-moan session.

She likes to call on her long drive up a long, steep hill on the way from work to her home out in the desert boonies. She talks and talks, then gets out at her gate, unlocks it, goes through, locks it again, gets back in the truck and "we" drive up to her house where the cats all run out and greet us. It's a sweet ritual, but had really gotten old for me.

This time, by the time Scotty got half a mile up the hill, I was bored with the repetition - I could have said it all for her, word for word. I decided I had had it with that months ago, but I didn't want to hang up on her. So I thought I'd see what would happen if I quietly and unobtrusively started tapping on myself.

I wish I had recorded it. Each time she said something: "Oh, I hate it that Tom won't be home tonight like he said he would ..." I repeated it, tapping on my body. At first, it took her back, but she ignored it and kept on with her complaint litany. And I kept tapping. She yawned and sighed a lot, and I could hardly keep from laughing out loud as her body shifted before her mind even knew what was going on. She got to her front door, still sighing and yawning; I practically fell on the floor cracking up as soon as I hung up.

The second time she called with the complaints (couldn't stay away!), I did it again - this time as soon as she began the Old Script. It got to be so much fun that I got more and more dramatic each time I did a repetition - I couldn't help laughing out loud - I sounded like an addled high soprano with ululating voice, lamenting, "OOOOOHHH, I just Haaate it that he's always so faaar awaaaaay...." still tapping....

...and after a couple times, she started laughing, too. She'd say a sentence, in all seriousness, and I'd sing it: Scotty: "I get so lonely way out here....", then me in a high soprano, "OOOOH, why can't you see how lonely I get...." still tapping....

Then, getting inspired, I took HIS voice, and sang the counterpoint in a lower voice, in that dramatic, deep, male operatic really-rapid answer fashion - "I can't help it!" I don't want to leave them!" " "You know I have to work!" "It's for your own good!" "It's for us!" ...tapping....

By the end of her drive home, we were both in stitches, she (we!) felt better - and hasn't called to complain yet.

Of course this particular method won't be efficacious or appropriate for ALL clients - some need a bit more care, softness or priming before I transform into a shrieking opera character! - but with the couple of people with whom I have felt "right" it has worked wonders - and they have said how great it was that we could have fun as we worked through their "stuff," and what insights they got when I did the counterpoint of the person they were upset with!

Who said healing had to be grim and serious and hard? I think I've loosed a monster!

with much aloha -
Angela Treat Lyon

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Comments

[Diane]

Hi Angela, I was very interested to hear your car story and wanted to share one of my own. I was driving my old Jeep (a beater with a long list of things to fix that I was intending to get to but hadn't) around town one day thinking about a few things in my life that weren't working too well and feeling a bit discouraged about my ability to manifest what I wanted at the time. As I sat at a stop light, I had the sudden feeling that what I really needed to put myself back on track was a 'miracle'. It seemed like a funny thought to me and I forgot about it as I went about my errands. My last stop before I got on the highway to go home required me to pass through a light industrial area that always feels a bit like no-man's land to me - lots of business but no pedestrian traffic or storefronts. As I drove down the main street of this area, I realized that something was wrong with the way the car was driving and when I pulled over to check I discovered that I had a flat tire. Oh no! I had a spare and I do know how to change it (sort of) but traffic was flying past me and I was all dressed up for a meeting that I had been to earlier. I looked around to see if there was anywhere I could get help but there were no obvious businesses in the vicinity. Shoot. It looked like I was going to have quite a hike to find someone. As I stood staring at the darn tire, I suddenly heard a man behind me say, "Well hey you, what's going on?" I actually jumped because I hadn't seen anyone on the street just a moment before and thought I was alone out there. When I turned around, it was to find myself face to face with an old friend I hadn't seen for years! We had a brief reunion and then turned to my immediate concern. I was hoping he would help me change the tire but he had a better idea. Turns out he was on his way to pick up his own car from his mechanic whose shop was less than half a block from where I stood. I have driven that street many, many times and I had never noticed it was there. I had been about to go in the opposite direction and would have missed it altogether. The mechanics were great. They went and got my car, changed the spare for free and gave me the name of a used tire dealer not far from there. Since new tires had been on the fix list for way longer than they should have been I drove straight there. I was dreading the expense but knew I had to do something. The one's I had were basically bald and I had hydro-planed through an intersection the week before. (Eek!) I guessed this was me being forced to do something about it. When I got to the tire place I was pleasantly surprised to find that not only did they have tires for me but that I could get four of them for the price of two. Oh, well, okay then. I waited while they replaced all the tires and was about to leave when the man who had done the work called me into the garage. "I want to show you something", he said. He took me over to the second rear tire he had fixed (not the one that had gone flat). He pushed down on the inner rim and showed me where there was what looked like a slash on the side wall. The inner fabric was revealed and we could see that it was barely holding together. "Do you see this?", he asked. I did. "Well, it's incredibly dangerous. A couple more miles and this tire could have blown up. If you were travelling at a high speed (you mean like on that highway I was about to get on?) your car could have flipped and you could have been seriously hurt." Stunned, I looked at him and said that I guessed it was lucky that I'd had the flat tire when I did. He looked back at me and said, in all seriousness, "More like a miracle".

[Angela Treat Lyon]

HI Jerry,

Thanks for your note - I appeciate your comments. It's always amazing to me that people I've never met like me and appreciate my work! After 40 years of being an artist isolated in hermitude in her studio, to come out and be visible and received well has felt like nothing short of a miracle. I thank you.

And re the text - please see the entry about that in specific. So far I have been unsuccessful in finding how to modify screen settings on a PC - I use a mac, so am not familiar with PC settings - so you can adjust for whatever website or blog you're on. I'll post it as soon as I get it.

aloha -
Angela

[Jerry]

Thank you for your sharing Angela - You are great and you must be special also.

Also, thank you for the eye excercise. It took awhile but I got up to probably 85% readability. The reason I hung in was that you have interesting headlines and the same taste for books (You might want to consider a larger font)

With best regards. Jerry