Jodie Foster, Aura Readings and Face Readings

Blog-Buddies, you’ve asked for it. Especially DANA, TARA, and COLLEEN. I’ll do my part, with aura readings of Jodie Foster over time, plus reading faces as well.

But after I begin, I’m going to invite you to add your comments!

Here Ms. Foster is at 26 in her acclaimed role in the 1988 film,”The Accused.”

Has she changed much by “Contact” (my favorite of her movies that I’ve seen) in 1996? Read More »

Soul Research Special

Is anyone you know applying to college? How about a student choosing new classes, a college major, a fraternity or sorority?

It’s happening here now at home, with my son Matt a rising senior in high school. In his honor, I’d like to make a special offer available for those specialized aura readings I call “Thrill Your Soul.” Read More »

New Technology and Aura Readings, Empathic Merges

It’s a brave new world of technology, Blog-Buddies.

Aura readings and empathic merges will stay the same, but we must adjust to the rest.

So I wonder, how will our expectations — changed by today’s new technologies — need to adjust? Will it become harder than ever for people to be realistic about Deeper Perception? Read More »

Aura Readings of Actors: What Abigail Breslin Does Best

Okay, Blog-Buddies, I’m back! Returning to America, I’ve spent a couple of days enjoying the familiar creature comforts here in Northern Virginia, like being in the same room with my husband instead of talking with him by phone and email; loads of parks; a nearby swimming pool; cheap and delicious fruits and veggies; sleeping deeply again, the way one does best at a happy home. Read More »

Umbrella Trust

I was raised in New York City, hardly the trust capital of the Western World. Tokyo is different: Larger, cleaner, and radiant with trust. It shows when I give people aura readings and empathic merges. It also shows on the surface of life in this enormous, bustling, entrepreneurial, energetic city.

Last Saturday was rainy. Walking around during lunch, I found a great deli. Outside the front door stood a big rack where people had parked their umbrellas. I contemplated the prospect. I gulped. Finally I placed my umbrella in with the rest. Read More »

Talented Psychic or Just Unskilled Empath?

When I get into a taxi, my handler Chikako is always most careful. “Which seat do you want next to me in the back? Is it okay to sit by the door?”

Her request seemed bizarre the first few taxi rides.

Her request seemed bizarre because you have never been anywhere cleaner than a Tokyo taxi. Not a crumb of stale food. No trash. White doilies all over that back seat. The cab driver is usually wearing white gloves, for crying out loud. The only place lovelier than behind the driver’s seat would be that pristine place by the opposite window, a fabulous place to be a back seat driver if only one knew the roads.

Chikako-san’s request seemed bizarre until I asked what on earth she meant. Then Chikako has explained it to me. When she transports teachers for VOICE, the seminar company sponsoring me here, many of the professional psychics can’t bear to sit across from the driver. Unless they’re positioned directly in back, they’ll pick up too many low-level vibrations floating around in the taxi.

This reminds me of a rather shocking statement in a book by one of America’s most famous psychics. In passing, “Phoebe” mentions that she never drives on highways any more because she is just too aware of angels and spirits to be able to concentrate on the road.

Well, I’m glad hasn’t crashed up her car. Maybe she ought to consider hiring an immaculate Japanese taxi?

Seriously, picking up impressions IS a problem for many people. They’re oh-so-impressionable. Although inconvenient, this trouble with everyday living is interpreted by them as a thrilling proof of how talented and special they are.

Given my work with Empath Empowerment, I have a different reaction, however. To me, having trouble with stray taxi vibes isn’t proof of talent so much as evidence of imbalance. A person can be plenty special without being so deeply into spirit life that she can’t drive between the lines on a highway (or color between the lines in a coloring book, if she wanted to do that instead). 

NEUROTIC DISTORTION OF THE CREATIVE PROCESS

This is the title of a book I remember from college. Okay, I may be remembering the title incorrectly, but I sure do remember the message of the book. A psychologist took up the myth of the suffering artist. What he/she concluded had a powerful effect on shaping my career. 

You don’t need to live like Ernest Hemingway or Dylan Thomas. Being a creative artist does not require that you get yourself drunk, or surly, or otherwise miserable. Being creative simply means being creative.

Once I knew a man, Paul, who spent a night in jail along with Dylan Tomas. They had been arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct. For Paul, this was a highlight of his life. Maybe it beat being locked up with a smelly wino from the neighborhood streets, but where’s the true triumph? 

In my latest workshop for empaths, “Lucy” told this story:

Before I knew that I was an empath, I had so much trouble being with people at all. I’d take on their feelings, their aches and pains. Now that I have begun to become a skilled empath, this has stopped. Welcome to life without constantly throwing up.

If you know people who suffer in taxis or supermarkets or schools, people who are so sensitive to the psychic, emotional, or physical environment that they can hardly function, buy them a copy of Empowered by Empathy. Or send them to me for a personal session, because I would love to make a difference.

If you’re talented, be talented. Not overwhelmed.

Eliza Doolittle at the Japanese Ball

Songs from “My Fair Lady” are running through my head this morning because last night I was really treated like royalty. It followed busy days of doing sessions with my incredibly talented, kind interpreters Kyoko-san and Makiko-san. Before us came a parade of clients, these included:

• I loved hearing the cello-deep voice of a pianist and composer, not my friend Jeffrey Chappell but a Japanese man whose inner child flames out through his eyes with a similar outrageousness. Read More »

Getting Ready to Mix It up with Mixi

Tonight is going to be a first for me. I’ll be giving what we call a Guest Event (public talk) for people who have subscribed to the Rose Method special interest group in the big social networking website called Mixi. The group was started by one of my very loved students, Nagiko Sunadori-san. When planning for this current trip, VOICE staff and I decided to devote an evening especially to people who have been posting away at this site.

It will be a small group, more like 30 than 70 (which is the number we’ll have in the room for a Guest Event tomorrow night). Surely there will be aura readings, empathic merges, and a lot of laughter.

I don’t know what it will be like exactly, but I’m sure I will like it. Surprises are such a regular, predictable part of my life in Japan.

Last night I went for a stroll in this neighborhood. I’ve stayed in this neighborhood, Hiroo, five of my previous trips here, and I’ve always found time to pound the pavement. Well, last night I turned onto a street where I hadn’t gone before and what opened up? About five more miles of this place called Hiroo.

It’s incredibly elegant, reminiscent of Madison Avenue on the Upper East Side of New York or, in Washington, Dupont Circle. Gorgeous architecture, tony shops, fragrant restaurants, people strolling the most put-together outfits.

 Then picture the streets, quiet, even serene. (At least if you don’t speak the language well enough to tell when are quietly arguing.)

Certainly every street is squeaky clean.

If I could bring back one characteristic to America, that would be it. Last week I went to Harajuku, a place that’s a favorite among teenagers. One huge department store, Le Foret, didn’t seem to include a single adult over 30 except for indulgent mothers with daughters… and me. Ten floors of teen fashion and the dewy faces of emerging adults who “already know everything.”

Teens swarming the streets of Takeshita Dori, teens dressed to the nines. Yet nobody is screaming. Nobody’s throwing trash on the floor or rolling eyes at the occasional grownup. Just the great energy of young people, full of promise and hope and adventure.

 I’m ready for my adventure tonight. Definitely. Bring on Mixi!

From Japan, Tales of Delight, Rain, and Silliness

What was it like, teaching my first two-day workshop in Japan about reading faces? For me, it began by having an adventure with the toilet.

Here’s the back story. Literacy has been a big blessing throughout my life. Actually, reading is the ONLY skill in my life where I have been precocious, somehow figuring it out by the age of three. (By contrast, I was more than a year old before I could sit up on my own. And it wasn’t until age 14 when, thanks to a fascinating aha! experience in the New York subways, I finally realized that I could move my eyes in my head without moving my entire head.) Read More »