Thursday, October 30, 2014

EVIL FROM THE PAST - Halloween Face Reading Short Story



The doctors were scrubbing before entering the operating room. The nurses moved quickly to make room for the stretcher on which lay the body of the French prime minister. The leader had been eating dinner when he gripped his chest and fell forward. Life Flight aired him to the London Cardiac Surgical Center, and top medical teams were called in from all parts of Europe. Though his vital signs were stable, the angiography revealed a partially blocked aorta. The central heart artery might rupture at any moment. And the cardiac specialists were taking no chances. An arterial line was prepped, and the anesthesiologist held up the O2 mask as quick hands placed Jacques Cabot gingerly onto the surgery table. 
Prime Minister Jacques Cabot had been in the French military in Algeria before his election. His many bloody sieges and major mismanagements of the Algerian conquests were omitted in the military reports and dossiers sent to the people of France. The populace thought him a hero, but the rural town’s people of Nigei, Algeria knew he was a monster. After capturing a province, he would torture children. Any father who tried  to protect his children would be shot on site. However, Algeria was far from France, and nothing was recorded as out of ordinary in the French military dispatches.
In battle, Jacques would sit with his top officers. Bottles of Johnny Walker and special cigars were passed around the table. As the French commander turned to the side to fill his whisky glass, his profile stood out. A nose with a sharp eagle beak, his two black eyes curtained with a thick unborn, a huge scar from his ear to jaw area. The side “gills” of his jaw muscle flexed into tightly constriction. His eyes were always cold and ruthless.


Marka had been six at the time of Algerian sieges. But he would never forget Jacques Cabot. The young child hid in fear and horror as he watched the soldiers murder his father who was protecting his sister. And his mother’s mind would never be the same after the soldiers left their home. She would sit for hours starring at the wall of her bedroom.

As he grew Marka showed that he had a quick mind. He loved science and math and studied diligently at the schoolhouse with the other children. One day the missionaries came to evaluate young men for the priesthood. Marka was very happy to be chosen to further his education. Though it saddened him to leave his dissolute mother and little sister, he seized the opportunity to go live in the monastery and to read more books. The senior monks observed Marko’s brilliance and manual dexterity. He could draw and sculpt a perfect copy of any Holy statue for the sacred days. He was kind and particularly enjoyed caring for the older, infirm brothers. He knew instinctually which herbs and poultices would ease their pain and increase their joint mobility.
The monks all said Marka had the face of a king. He had the one horizontal, straight line across his forehead, a line they say which marked the face of an emperor. His deep blue eyes had a radiant gaze which calmed others who were in turmoil. A round hairline, high placed large ears and long earlobes. His teeth were small, and his mouth was wide and easy to smile. His facial features were those of love and nobility.
When the bishop came to evaluate the monastery, the older monks took him aside to point out Marka’s talents and how these might be wasted as a country priest. After many interviews, tests, and a personal meeting with the Pope, Marka was selected to train at the French Medical Academy in Paris. Though he was humble, his ability to sculpt in surgery became legendary in all of Europe. His hands were delicate with long fingers. Perfect for a surgeon. His mentors encouraged him to specialize in Cardiology, an internship that was just gaining recognition.
And so it happened that when the call went through the medical community for Prime Minister Cabot’s heart surgery, Dr. Marka was called to consult on the case. The older French statesman would never remember the young boy who hid behind the tree away from the soldiers. The French leader, in pain and vulnerable, had no awareness that his murderous deeds were being called into account as he was transferred onto the surgical table.
So, here they were in the same room - an unconscious heart patient, full of evil deeds and a young, vibrant cardiologist who was to save his life.
“And for what?” Marka reflected bitterly. “A man whose hidden evils reached out far and wide.” It was only fair that Cabot should ‘accidentally’ die on the table. Just as his father had ‘accidentally’ died or so none of  the Algerian dispatches reported.
Twenty news reporters leaned over the glass encased balcony which separated from them from the Operating Room below. Three nurses prepped the patient, laid out delicate instruments, and counted the sponges. Marka knew exactly where to open Cabot’s chest. He had assessed the man’s height and weight to a millimeter. One cut a fourth of an inch off, and the main artery, the aorta, would rupture. The prime minister would then bleed out on the table – too quick for surgeons to cauterize the open artery. A life threatening surgery. Who could tell which way it would go?  An ‘accident’ could be very quick and look completely innocent to the whole surgical team. No one would doubt. 
Marka’s hand was steady but his heart was conflicted. Rage poured over his emotions in vicious floods. It had been years since he had tasted the acid, bitter taste of watching his father murdered by Cabot’s men. The acid rose too quickly on his tongue. He felt his body throbbing with a deep desire for revenge. 
He stood still and waited. Slowly and evenly, his breathe returned to his body. He remembered the Oath he took as a physician “to do no harm.” Through his mind washed the images of the hundreds of patients he had surgically changed – cleft palates  in children, pacemakers in fragile older men, physical hearts he had mended so that they might beat again – strong and true. His spiritual essence, despite all his childhood trauma, was rising now in his consciousness, calming his heart pounding. 
The surgical suite was completely quiet as all waited for Dr. Marka’s first incision. Both he and world famous Cardiologist, Dr. Philip Robbins, had worked on many cases together. They were surgical partners and beyond that, they were friends. Either could lead in an operation.
“Phil,” Marka exhaled deeply, “I want you to open this surgery.
I will be your second, back-up surgeon this time.”
And with a nod, Phil nodded moved into position to open and repair Cabot’s heart.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

What is YOUR SOUL AGE? Your EYES have it!

Yes, the eyes are the 'windows to the soul' - but Face Reading goes far, far beyond this quote to really identify the level of Inner development of a person. Soul Age has nothing to do with eye color or ethnic background. It only applied to the Radiance coming from a person's eyes.

     Check out this youtube.com link: (for my TV show on Soul Age)
     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0V_pWCkAHAs 
     It features St. Therese of Lisieux, a French saint who wrote, The Little Flower, a beautiful book on how to do little things for God, and Paramahansa Yogananda, author or Autobiography of a Yogi, a spiritual classic of his life in India and the great masters he met.

      I call the first a 'young' soul. The energy radiating from the eyes is flat, cold, or cruel. When you look at that person's eyes, there is no warmth or compassion. Sometimes (and not all) models have this flat aspect. In 'young' souls their desire is to play, and they respond to rules and regulations. Criminals may also have very flat, cruel or vacant eye radiance.
      The second group in the video I refer to as 'old' souls. People like Gandhi, Martin Luther King, The Dalhi Lama, Yogananda, and St. Therese of Lisieux are examples of people who have this dynamic love, radiance, wisdom, and joy pouring from their eyes. They beam out goodness! When we look at them, we can get lost in their eyes.  
    
     For more information on Soul Age please see my brown book on this website: www.facereading1.com, which is featured in PDF/IPAD/paperback.
     (c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts. July, 2012. All rights reserved. 

Sunday, October 26, 2014

New Sessions....

This week there are Face Reading Sessions from Costa Rica, Greece, England, US, and Canada! Lots of fun and very exciting! Am grateful...:)

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Your EYES = Your SOUL AGE


     Yes, the eyes are the 'windows to the soul' - but Face Reading goes far, far beyond this quote to really identify the level of Inner development of a person. Soul Age has nothing to do with eye color or ethnic background. It only applied to the Radiance coming from a person's eyes.

     Check out this youtube.com link: (for my TV show on Soul Age)
     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0V_pWCkAHAs 
     It features St. Therese of Lisieux, a French saint who wrote, The Little Flower, a beautiful book on how to do little things for God, and Paramahansa Yogananda, author or Autobiography of a Yogi, a spiritual classic of his life in India and the great masters he met.

      I call the first a 'young' soul. The energy radiating from the eyes is flat, cold, or cruel. When you look at that person's eyes, there is no warmth or compassion. Sometimes (and not all) models have this flat aspect. In 'young' souls their desire is to play, and they respond to rules and regulations. Criminals may also have very flat, cruel or vacant eye radiance.
      The second group in the video I refer to as 'old' souls. People like Gandhi, Martin Luther King, The Dalhi Lama, Yogananda, and St. Therese of Lisieux are examples of people who have this dynamic love, radiance, wisdom, and joy pouring from their eyes. They beam out goodness! When we look at them, we can get lost in their eyes.  
    
     For more information on Soul Age please see my brown book Face Reading - How to Know Anyone at a Glance on amazon.com or on this website: www.facereading1.com, which is featured in PDF/IPAD/paperback.
     (c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts. July, 2012. All rights reserved. 

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

NATIONAL RADIO SHOW TODAY

Join me today,  Wednesday, on #Dates & Mates with Damona Hoffman 11am PST UBNRadio.com @DearMrsD @DatesMatesMedia #DatesAndMates

The Development of Intuition - HOW does one do this?


      The development of Intuition - In my case doing the Face Reading being intuitive about others came after years of practicing spiritual attunement and then bringing it down to the practical level for that client or that situation. 
      But what about people who have no interest in the spiritual life?
      To honor my twin brother, Mark, an amazing MD - He is not particularly interested in the spiritual life. However, his intuition is very sharp...It occurred to me tonight that how he developed it is by tuning in to higher principles or altruism for that particular situation - i.e.: what's the best for THIS patient? what's the right thing to do here?
     So  Intuition comes for some from their striving for spiritual attunement. For others, Intuition is developed by their aligning themselves to the the Greater Good for the situation.
   

Face Reading and Business....Power, Money, Self Development....

I was discussing with Manfred tonight about the connection between Face Reading and the application to Business:
      A person Developing these Skills...
1. Being authentic in words, thoughts and behavior, which involves being fearless within (able to look within oneself and be ruthlessly honest) before one can 'manage' other people effectively
2. seeing Power as self-empowerment and self-determination and self control, NOT power over other people
3. seeking to be of genuine service, not 'business' for $$ profit only
4. reducing jealousy...Knowing the spiritual concept that 'My own will come to me' - that I don't have to take other's Good from them to get my own Good....