Reading Faces + Aura Readings of Cindy McCain and Michelle Obama

 Yes, Blog-Buddies, in the August issue of my free e-zine, “Reading Life Deeper,” we have an article about reading faces of these two First Ladies in Waiting.

A second article contains aura readings of the two super-prominent wives.

Here I invite your comments and questions related to the zine articles.

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 For face readings, I use these two head shots, in no particular order, of Senator McCain’s wife, Cindy, and then of Senator Obama’s wife, Michelle.

I like having them in large form here, but I must admit to having a bit of challenge with filling up the space in between them, so let’s just be really upfront here and have me write in the tradition of so many bloggers: blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, 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 »

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 »

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 »

Strange Beauty Products

Being in Japan makes a woman feel beautiful. Everywhere you go, you see gorgeous men and women. In the neighborhood where I’m staying, embassies are nearby so people on the street dress especially well.

Come to think of it, everywhere in Japan I have visited, both during this trip and my six previous ones (all sponsored by VOICE) I have seen wonderful fashion choices, elegant creativity, huge sartorial finesse.  

In such surroundings, one begins to feel a contagious elegance. It’s like being in Paris, only the people are my size.

Yet, in all candor, I must report on two close encounters with pretty dubious beauty products.

THE MAGICAL CREAM

Normally, I’m like a kid in the Tokyo subways. With all the colorful advertisements, all I can do is read the pictures. Saturday night, however, Chikako-san was with me. She’s impossibly elegant, tall and slender; probably she’d be as photogenic as Greta Garbo if only movie makers caught on to her. But to me Chikako is just a a typically helpful member of the VOICE staff. Okay, she is also funny, smart and – very important, silly. So we always have fun together.

It also helps that she speaks English fluently. As we rode in style, I noticed a prominent ad for a beauty cream at the end of the subway car. She translated. This cream, said the ad copy, removes all asymmetries from your face.

Yes, you just put on a little dab here, a little dot there, and that’s all there’s to it.

Examples were given, like having your nose a little too much toward the left side or having one lip be fuller than the other. Put on that simple cream and watch your face sort itself out.

“Do you think it works?” Chikako asked me.

I just roared. Of course, I roared with laughter, being a face reader. A face reader who has spent close to 10 years of her life studying how faces change over time, then collecting photos for Wrinkles Are God’s Makeup: How You Can Find Meaning in Your Evolving Face. (This link takes you to my home page, where you can click on the brown book cover to read more.)

If I were writing from home, I’d add photos, like the ones about how Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall changed in 15 years. Here I don’t have them handy, nor do I have hours to play with computer since a day’s full set of sessions is starting pretty soon. But probably you can find loads of asymmetries easily just by looking in the mirror. Cover up one side of your face at a time, using a blank sheet of paper. Compare left and right.

Some of those asymmetries involve bones! Others are based on the placement of eyeballs. Your nostrils may be shaped differently, too. So that’s some beauty cream, being advertised, right? Still, it pales compared to the wonders of my toothpaste.

TOOTHPASTE OF TEMPTATION

Dollar stores are very popular in Tokyo and Osaka. Of course, technically, they are called “100 yen shoppes.” Or sometimes you’llfind a real bargain hot spot with a name like “99 yen” or even “98 yen.”

Every time I return to Japan, more of these stores can be found. And they’re not like American dollar stores, mostly odd lots of cheap toys, dishware, and tools. These are more like convenience stores, selling everything from orange juice to sandwiches to sewing kits and you-name-its.

At my aura reading workshop on Saturday, during lunch break, I went to a 99-yen shoppe that I remembered from last time. They sell marvellous baked sweet potatoes. I browsed in wonderment at all the products crammed into the store and bought some items I needed. 

That included a new tube of toothpaste. When packing, I had brought just one miniature tube. And that was supposed to last for a month? What was I thinking? Even a week was pushing it, squeezing that tiny tube.

So, in my blissfully Nippon-illiterate state, I compared five brands of toothpaste and chose one with a name in English. Not Crest. Not Colgate. But at least something readable: White.

Back home, I’ve been known to use Rembrandt. With all the coffee I drink, I’m at risk for brown teeth. So here I figured, “Hey, why not?”

Fast forward to my subway trip with Chikako-san. I pull out my toothpaste and ask her to translate what it says on the back of the tube. Here’s my paraphrase:

“If you use this toothpaste and experience discomfort or pain, immediately discontinue use. Then go immediately to find a doctor.”

The wacky part is that I still used it, once I got back home. Call it morbid curiosity. How bad could one little smidge of toothpaste be?

Yum, minty taste!

My teeth have never been whiter. The results were absolutely amazing.

Not just that. If I had been listening closely, I probably could have heard enamel on my teeth screaming: “I’m melting…….”

 So this toothpaste comes with a free concert.

Okay, “White” is clearly way too effective. 

Nevertheless, I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. Not yet.

In my family, I’m notorious as a tosser. Already, I’ve already thrown away the packet of bobby pins, bought the same day, another of my adventurous purchases at the 99-yen shoppe. (You ladies know how bobby pins always have a plastic tip at each end, so you don’t gouge your scalp or slice through your hair? Not these bobby-babies. They went into my trashcan as fast as you could say, “Ouch.”)

But so far I have been unable to trash my new toothpaste. I’m thinking, “For results this great, maybe I could use it once a year.”

Can Regressions Heal Fear of Death?

The girl was eight. I guessed it, which made each of us proud for different reasons. The scene was an upscale party, where I did face readings for four hours. But not on “Donna.” Physiognomists know it’s unethical, reading faces on anyone  under 18 years of age. For Donna I did aura readings.

She liked what I said. Since the main points were summarized on a souvenir sheet, her parents got to read about Donna’s aura too. Dad cried when reading it, I was told later. (Sweet family!)

What fascinated me about talking to Donna occurred when I was describing her aura and she blurted out: Read More »

Posh Face Reading

Yes, on Wednesday, May 21, I’m going to be reading faces at Posh, the elegant, sprightly supper club in Washington

It will be Ladies Night Out, a festive occasion where dinner includes extra goodies. (And men are, actually, allowed.) Read More »

Why George $oros is a Financial Einstein

Success, wisdom, generosity — you don’t need aura readings to associate words like these with financier George Soros. Face readings, too, might seem superfluous. The man’s reputation precedes him, surrounds him… and he isn’t done yet.

At 77, he isn’t just in command of his faculties but continues to serve humanity as a visionary money manager and philanthropist, with an incisive new book, The New Paradigm for Financial Markets: The Credit Crash of 2008 and What It Means. 

Except what if you’re interested in human nature, not just achievement? And what if you want to sharpen your skills at reading how people in your life deal with money? Soros has limited his media access, so if you want to know more about him… you’d better use your skills to read deeper. Read More »

Why Crush on David Cook from American Idol?

Why crush on David Cook? Bexley emailed me:

I’ve been (too) obsessed with crushing on David Cook from American Idol…  There are some great discussions on just what it is about this sort of regular — until he gets on stage– guy that has women all in a tizzy.  Read More »