Silda Spitzer’s photo, yesterday, was a perfect introduction to micro-expressions. These are split-second, ultra-revealing looks.
Until you become an expert at reading these looks, you’ll miss them. But they are the expressions people consciously try to hide, if they know they show at all. Micro-expressions are all about secrets.
How does a person really feel inside? Underneath her brave front, of great dignity, Ms. Spitzer was photographed standing by her man. Here, the micro-expression shows an unbearable anguish.
The photo used yesterday, which you can easily see in a larger version by clicking here, is apparently a still from TV 10. You’ve seen pictures like this of yourself, where you blink or are looking away. Micro-expressions! They’re the pictures we typically discard.
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My upcoming book includes a lot of discussion of micro-expressions. Read People Deeper: Body Language + Face Reading + Auras is the first book to use all three levels, in combination, to learn about people in the greatest depth and detail.
If you’re brave, and an aura reader, check out some of the databanks in Silda Spitzer from this insider’s photograph.
Here I’ll comment on the Root Chakra databank about Facade in Public. Reading her at the time of this photo, I find:
Usual facade: Silda Spitzer is a person of uncommon refinement. She can be playful, in a very restrained and dignified way. She loves beauty. She displays elegance, not out of hauteur but because her nervous system, interests, and consciousness all support exquisite refinement.
Old struggles: In this databank, I find truly admirable ways she has overcome previous obstacles, such as shyness long ago. This is a woman of exceptional courage. She doesn’t broadcast her history of growth, or her intelligence, but instead carries these qualities buried within a ladylike grace.
In this moment — and here is where the micro-expression becomes so relevant — that facade covers shame of the most hideous and public kind. There is a sexual component, as well as a quality of immediacy, where the full impact is hitting her.
Such a blow could flatten a less stalwart person, causing her to hide for weeks while she slowly brought herself, willed herself, to come back to life. Yet here she is, hiding it, except for that telltale blink of an eye, that micro-expression.
Her private sorrow and shame cry out for compassion.
Exploring this picture, what else do you find?