Saturday, October 29, 2011

Big or Small EYES - What do YOURS say about YOU?

     Face Reading looks at facial features assigning psychological meanings for each one. How accurate is this? In over 6,000 faces I've read, this system is about 90-95% accurate in reading a person's character.
    Eye size says a lot about how observant you are. Very small eyes (compared to the bone structure of the face) means you are extremely observant to details and what is happening around you.
    Large eyes reflects a warm, sympathetic and romantic nature.
    Rounding under the eye shows a feeling, caring, empathetic nature.
    A flat area under the eyes may indicate a person who waits to 'see' what will happen and could be cautious.
    For EYE COLORS and what each means see earlier BLOGS on this site: and also my book, Face Reading - How to Know Anyone at a Glance.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

What does your HAIR say about YOUR PERSONALITY?

     Curly? Straight? Fine? Thick? Hair - Everything means something according to Face Reading's ancient 2,000 year old psychological system. HAIR COLOR and TEXTURE are important as a way of describing the REAL you! Does it matter if your color is natural or 'from the salon?' No - it's the color YOU like (unless your salon person really blew it, and you're not a Blue hair type personality?!) - Usually your color will reflect your inner qualities.
     Here are some general meanings for each HAIR TYPE from the Face Reading system: (Keep in mind that for a character analysis you need to see all the facial features and put them together. See - Brown book on this site - Face Reading - How to Read Anyone at a Glance)
Curly hair - fun loving, creative
Straight hair - direct, straightforward, serious
Fine hair - sensitive,  nervous/digestive system may register stressors
Thick hair - love of the outdoors, resilent
Brown hair - family oriented, warm, generous
Blonde hair - fun, independent
Red hair - dynamic, firey, emotional
Black hair - intense, dominant
(c) Copyright, 2011. Barbara Roberts. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

SEX DRIVE + Facial Features - How Sexy are YOU?

The psychological ancient system of Face Reading teaches us that facial features have corresponding psychological meanings. Having looked at 6,000 faces in over 350 classes and sessions here are some indicators for great SEX drive:
*A vertical deep line in the area between the nose and upper lip (called the philtrum) indicates strong physical drive
*A ball and dimple on the lower chin area (Michael Douglas) indicates great libido
*Bedroom eyes (Dr. Zhivago's eyes) -  eyes which are dreamy and alluring indicates sensuality
*Lower lip as large (Elvis Presley) reveals a person comfortable with their sensual nature
*And then pleasure and sensuality may come through features as confidence (wide area between the nose and the ear), humor (lines fanning down the cheek fromt he outer eyes), warmth and charm (full cheeks, radiant eyes, rounded forehead), and physical endurance shows through strong features - a large jaw, wide forehead, thick hair.
For more clues on "Is (s)he the ONE for YOU?" see this website: for the PDF on Romance or the brown book (paperback/PDF) on Face Reading.

Saturday, October 15, 2011


     What does your face say about YOU? Why do people respond to you the way they do? Face Reading gives some clues to personal growth and relationships. Every facial feature has a psychological meaning from tis 2,000 year old science. Here are some indicators and their meanings of differnt eyebrow types. (Please see 20 TV shows on for more or get the BROWN book on this site)
Thick, brushy eyebrows: intense, dominant, forceful
Thin eyebrows: meak, sensitive, can be hyper under pressure
Rounded eyebrows: loves harmony at home
Arched eyebrows: dramatic, interest in color, fabric, art, plays
Flat eyebrows: project focused, introvert or shy
Eyebrows edge up to ears:(lowest at nose area) intense, angry or dynamic
Above are just some of the over 200 facial features from my book,
Face Reading - How to Know Anyone at a Glance (on this site).
(c) Copyright, 2011 Barbara Roberts. All rights reserved.

Friday, October 14, 2011


Face Reading is an ancient psychological system of reading character from Facial Features. The LIPS = YOUR INTIMACY style. Here are a few and what they mean:
Large, wide mouth and full lips: (Pres. Obama, Julia Roberts) affectonate, generous, warm hearted
Small mouth: (Henry 8th, dictator of North Korea) self-absorbed, can be dangerous to cross swords with
Upper lip narrow, lower lip full:  the person takes in information and doesn't gossip
Upper lip big, lower lip thin: (very unusual - found in about 7% of the population): gives too much or a person who controls their giving (They give to the Salvation Army and want to know where their donation goes and exactly how it is used.)
Thin lips: business like, not interested in sharing their emotional feelings
For more Facial Features and their meanings, see the brown book on this site:
Face Reading - How to Know Anyone at a Glance - in PDF or paperback.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

On a Date: What does HIS FOREHEAD mean?

Face Reading is the ancient psychological science of reading character. The forehead structure (shape of the hairline) shows the THINKING STYLE of a person. A tall wide forehead (Martin Luther King) means he thinks in big terms, strategizes, wants a win-win for others. A short forehead (Prince Harry) can mean the person is impulsive or goes with his gutt feelings. A widow's peak is the feature for someone who hates being told what to do, is creative, and ususally a casual dresser.  A square forehead (hairline) is a person who is  hard worker - often working long hours. A rounded forehead (hairline) person is a people-person and also makes long term friendships. Wispy hairs on the outer corners of the hairline show someone who is very close to their Mom. For more features or how they are interpreted together, see the BROWN book on this site. It comes now in PDF form or paperback. Also, check out the 20 TV shows I have on under "Barbara Roberts - Face Reading."
(c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts, 2011. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Face Reading - Short Story - (Inspirational)

          “Choosing a Man of Destiny”
In a distant territory the elders of a court were gathered around the bed covers of their dying king. His elderly wife bathed his hands and gently massaged his feet to comfort the aged ruler in his last moments. The monks sat near-by praying with deep devotion that God guide their beloved king to the highest realms of the Heavens. Outside there marble towers, the king’s army had heard the rumor of his immanent passing, and the young, buck warriors were already fighting for supremacy and boasting of their personal prowess and lioness strength.

“I’m the best.” “I am the strongest.” “I deserve to be king.” “I will be the next ruler.” “Fight me for the throne.” Restless echoes of jostling male egos and a surfacing panic created a deep turmoil in the peaceful realm.

“A new beginning must come now. Against our will, our noble king lies dieing, and we don’t know how to replace him. Finding a monarch so loving and devoted to his people will not be an easy task,” said one minister.

As the royal one took one last surrendered breath, the assembled ministers and holy monks knelt in prayer. “Lord, who has given our nation this very righteous leader, do not forsake us for our worldliness or ignorance. We ask that in your Divine mercy you help us to choose our next ruler so that our people might continue in peace and prosperity.”

One of the wisest and most trusted of the king’s ministers was a mystic named Acara. Clear of avarice and sympathetic to all people, he was the mentor and guide for the younger ones. The king had loved him the most, because he could lean on him heavily for advice. Even the monarch, who had possessed clarity beyond most mortals, knew that one still needs true friends and advisors who speak frankly and could not be bought.

Acara spent subsequent days and weeks walking the rural market places and busy streets of his country so that he might assess the changing emotions and energy of his people. He prayed continually that he might be guided to a predecessor for the king, who would be fearless, brave, and kind. One morning after prayers, an unusual intuition came to him. All of nature marks creatures by patterns. The black widow spider’s red back is different from the house spider’s brown. One is dangerous, the other helpful. One snake is poisonous, the other helps the gardens. One knows this by the markings on their skin. If nature makes this so apparent, what of the faces of men? Could there be facial markings that appear consistently in great souls? Facial features that marked a man for a powerful Destiny?

Long and many years had Acara studied the face of his beloved king as he listened to him, advised him, and was his friend. He had lovingly memorized the monarch’s every line, crease and feature. The thought came to him that nature herself might show him how to find a man of Destiny if he could remember all the facial features of the monarch and those he had seen in foreign kings and noble statesmen.

And here was the list he wrote:
Long earlobes, thick and large
Noble brow – eyebrows round and full
Large, wide forehead that was clear of blemishes
Eyes which radiate kindness and nobility
Full cheeks of rounded softness
Strong teeth which were evenly spaced
Large, wide jaw, which was both powerful and fearless
Balanced lips that naturally upturned at the edges
Large ears like an elephant
Mouth that smiled and love to laugh
Clear eyes that saw all, yet were not petty
Thick, full hair that shown with radiant health
Open, upper ear rim that was perfectly shaped
Large, inner ear hole that allowed sound to enter easily
Forward chin for bravery

“And so here is what I must look for.” Acara put down his pen, “It matters not if this man be a merchant, forest dweller or wealthy prince. These facial features reveal greatness of character. So his background, color, or position in life will not matter. I will keep an open mind that God and nature herself might guide me.” And so he stood up, put his water and scanty food into his pack and started his long journey.

Acara walked for days and months meeting and looking at hundreds of men –farmers, merchants, monks, great archers, and cunning warriors. Yet none possessed the facial features from his list. When he had almost given up his quest, a traveler told him of a hut in the woods where there lived a saintly man named Narada. Without stopping to rest or even taken his evening meal, Acara directed his footsteps into the forest.

The minister reached the hut quickly and was greeting warmly by the young Narada. Tired, but excited from his travels, Acara looked deeply into the face of the young man as he searched for the facial features of Destiny. Mentally he checked them off one by one. Narada had them all. Acara sighed and gave inner thanks that his journey for a new ruler might at last be at an end.

So excited was he, that the minister immediately blurted out his request, asking Narada to come rule the country. Unlike others Acara had met who were only too eager to take the throne, (but for the wrong reasons), Narada was taken aback by the request. He raised both his hands in the air to push away the offer.

“Honored minister,” Narada began, “I know nothing of ruling a kingdom. I am not trained in the art of politics or dealings with nations. I am a simple man - at one with nature. You need a great warrior or a man who has mastery over delicate words to lead your people. I do not possess the skill or power to maneuver those who wish for power, prestige or wealth. I would lose my way and be of little use to your citizens. Ask the Divine One to guide you to one more suited to your needs.”

The white cloaked elder bowed his head before the clear humility of the younger soul, “Narada, we have seen warriors and men of verbal adeptness. Through centuries we have seen them rise and fall, unable to sustain our people’s love. Our court looks now for a ruler with a pure heart. For we have learned that a king rules as he lives.

We need a man of holiness even if he is untrained in the webs of politics and contract negotiations. For despite the restlessness or worldliness of our people, they know when a monarch loves them. They know when a man is centered in God. For he is just, kind and fair. His calmness in decisions of court goes beyond his emotions or personal opinions. He rules with a generous hand. He holds nothing back from his heart.

“The young ones among us must see this altruism lived out or they will completely forsake the ways of their elders. And the elders, whose bodies have become frail, must see the embodiment of their struggles and dreams carried out by a worthy successor. Our kingdom must be ruled by a man of inner greatness. Again, my lord, we offer you our kingdom to rule. Please do not refuse us. I beg of you.” With that Acara put his staff down and sat on the near-by rock.

Narada became quiet and thoughtful as he paced in front of his thatched cottage door. He turned his mind to God and quiet, deep introspection. “Acura, my respected counselor, let me offer your food and drink before we talk of this. Come. Lie down on the cot within my house that you might rest after your long pilgrimage. You must be very weary.”

Acura followed Narada into the simple one room dwelling to sleep and rest. Narada put cool cloths on the elder’s forehead and gave him the choicest delicacies from the fruit trees. The family of deer outside drew closer to the hut where their friend Narada resided. The forest peacefully rested on into the night, the big and important question of ruling a country absorbed into the sound of crickets and cool stillness of a full moon. Narada lay down on a mat near the bed where his new friend, Acara, lay sleeping. He felt for this old man whose only goal was the safety and protection of his people - a minister whose whole body and life span had been given up in service to guide and inspire the young, the old, the sick, the weak, and even the powerful.

And the young man asked for inner guidance about this issue of ruling a kingdom. In his secret heart he brought to flower the real reason that kept him back from the great honor, which at any juncture might become a great burden. Narada reflected, “What if I lose my way in the myriads of court intrigues, jealousies or maneuverings? I have no footing to keep me resolute in seeking goodness. What if I lose myself in the outer desires for wealth, power or restless longings? There could be no greater pain to my heart than to lose the inner communion I now feel.” With that thought he put his head to his mat and fell asleep.

He rose in the morning to make food for his friend and draw cool water from the well for their baths and refreshments. As he took down the metal pot for brewing the leaves from the trees, a new insight came strongly through his consciousness.

“What have I done to serve my land?” he asked himself, “I am young and strong. Though I am not perfect or trained, I am willing. I am willing to serve and give to the very limits of my physical strength and stamina. At least I can go and make my supreme effort to bring forth good. I will let go of my personal worries about my unworthiness and lack of skill. I will go with an attitude of conquest, service, and willingness to learn.”

He prayed out loud in the still air, “Lord, purify my heart that I might serve them in strength.”

With his new resolution and heart wide open to his new life, he stepped outside into the forest stillness. As if nature’s response was spontaneous and caressing, the talkative birds came to land on his shoulders. They began singing their joyous melodies. The mother and baby deer emerged from behind the bushes to gently lick his hands and to let him stroke the ears of the baby. Even the leopard, which always remained hidden by night and by day, came unabashed before Narada to say good-bye. The brown garden snakes lifted their heads as they approached the quiet hut of their friend. All nature came to love him and wish him well. He knew in his heart that this was God’s way of guiding him.

When Acara opened his eyes, Narada was sitting next to him with a banquet of forest delights for the guest’s morning nourishment. Fresh coconut juice from the trees, the softest and sweetest of mangoes, calming teas and honey, and perfectly cooked rice and lentils. Acara’s worn cloak had been washed and dried by the sunlight. And near Narada’s leg was a wooden bowl of special oil so that he might wash and rub the elder’s feet before the long trek back to the capitol.

The older minister, who had rarely received such personal service during the course of his travels, was touched and humbled. He said within his heart, “By your actions, Narada, you have shown me that I have chosen the right one to lead our people. Even in the midst of a personal challenge, you have sought only for my comfort, not your own. This will surely forebode well for our nation.” And he reached out his sun baked hand to bless Narada’s head.

After the morning prayers and food, Narada addressed the older man, “Great sir, I am moved by the offer you made me yesterday to rule your kingdom. I know that my background is unworthy of this honor. However, I am willing. I ask that God give me the Grace to move forward and be a strong, compassionate leader for your people. I ask that you and the other elders guide me through the intricacies of court life as I strive to do my best for you. I will go back with you. If I can be of genuine service to you and your nation, I will stay as long as you need me. If at any time you feel that I have lost my usefulness, please bring me back to this simple hut in the forest. And I will be content.”

And with that he packed his sparse belongs into his sack. The birds spread the good news through the trees. Hundreds of curious citizens gathered along the paths to greet the new king. Men held their children above their shoulders so that the little ones might see. Women dropped flowers in front of their feet on the dusty roads to the capitol. The young Narada ruled wisely for many years. He was just and fair in his court rulings over disputes. He cared nothing for jewels, so he put all the wealth he received back into the farmers’ lands and the children’s education. The people loved him, and he became a legend as he led them into a time of unparalleled peace and prosperity.

He ruled as he lived.

(c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts, 2011. All rights reserved.

Being FEARLESS in a World of Change

If your goal is to give people love and service in whatever work you do, what is there to fear?

Monday, October 10, 2011

Abraham Lincoln Chooses His Cabinet - Face Reading Story

     Abraham Lincoln emerged from the War Room tired and sick at heart. He had just come from the battlefield where he visited the tents of the surgeons. In his throat Lincoln could still taste the smell of death. His mind held the continuous image of timelessly sobbing widows in black long dresses. Hopeless, orphaned sons and daughters cried at the doors of the homes waiting for their fathers who would never return.
     Although he had surrounded himself politically with those who had opposed him and wished for his nation to be open to all men and all views, the president was acutely aware of that political incompetence meant wounded soldiers and dead men. His heart was filled with quiet grieving, and the Great War never left his heart for a moment.
     “To even have a healthy son reach adulthood was a miracle of God,” he reflected. “So many epidemics of flu or cases of consumption. Even a body soaked with rain on a wintry day might be lost by nightfall.”
So that some of the city’s young bucks dreamed of the ‘battle cry’ and fighting to prove their manhood angered him deep in his soul. That the young people romanticized war gave him lingering sadness. If only they saw what he had seen. Brothers in battle together – one kneeling over his dying loved on. And no grieving, they say, can compare to a parent who has lost a son. He had Todd, and he knew what the all encompassing love of a father could be. Protective and tender at the same time.
     And how cruel men and nature could be to the human flesh. Some was Fate. War was choice. He was determined to end the War as quickly as he could. Send just one son home to his Mama - one son who might never have had a chance on the battlefield. It would be worth one son - whole and well.
     So much rested on the integrity and capabilities of the men he chose for his Cabinet. His leaders must be of the highest caliber. Strong, fearless and true. They must be understanding of his people, their children, and the future of a great nation. Everything was at stake now. Of the Cabinet he had chosen, some were from different states and had different backgrounds. He liked that about them. He chose them by looking closely at their military records, their letters of accommodation, and by reading their characters. He tried not to miss anything. As president he could not control much, but he could hand-select his men who would make national decisions. That was his job. The destiny of a nation at War depended on it. He must not fail his people.
     When he was younger the Illinois lawyer had met with one obstacle after another. Some eight at least, he reflected. Many elections lost. To others he seemed like a complete failure. But in each political skirmish he had learned to look at people closely and assess their nuances of personality. So their behavior or decisions would never surprise him. He knew more about some people than they knew about themselves, but he kept his own council. He studied the ancient system of physiognomy (Face Reading). Ten feet from a prospective juror or witness in a trial, he could turn the fate of a legal outcome. Lincoln could laugh and weave a good story with the best of them, but inside he had the instincts of a cougher. He looked at people and saw them – beyond artifices, fancy verbiage and fine clothes. He would laugh at a child’s story and shun an arrogant general.
     One afternoon as his Cabinet assembled in the White House, the sun’s hot  fierceness poured through the room. Men were loosening their neck clothes and removing their bulky jackets, wiping their forehead with large white hankies. All stood as Lincoln entered the room. His hands rose palms down to motion them to be seated.
     “I understand that today we are reviewing the application for Lt. James McNeed, who wishes to be Secretary of the Treasury. Will those of you who have letters of accommodation, military files and written testimonials abut him, please step forward.” Lincoln seated himself behind the mahogany desk and opened his right hand to receive the papers. Letters from Generals, teachers, red wax sealed missives about Lt. McNeed were handed over. The pile was so high that by the time Lincoln had read them all, the sun was setting. The men were eager to get into their carriages and return home to their wives and dinners.
     “Well,” Lincoln began, “he seems an ideal candidate form these dossiers. His war record is impeccable, and I can find no fault with anything I have read about this man. Let us meet him now, so we might to return to a quiet evening with our families. Bring Lt. James McNeed to me please.”
     The side door opened, and the attending army aide ushered a man in uniform into the room. He came to stand directly in front of Abraham Lincoln. The president’s gaze was powerful and searching as he regarded the officer. Lincoln was reviewing McNeed’s facial features, as system called Face Reading, which he had learned when he was a young lawyer. It helped him to accurately read a person’s character. In his mind, Lincoln made note of Lt. McNeed's features: a dimpled chin that was short, a chin which receded back to tuck behind forward thrusting front teeth, an uneven forehead hairline, a tiny, tight mouth (that looked like a man set on a vinegar drink), strange ears which protruded out from his head at odd angles, a mouth that upturned like a joker (but McNeed wasn’t smiling), and a thick unibrow eyebrow. The president reflected that he looked like a rat. And then Lincoln remembered the words of Aristotle, the first great scholar in science of physiognomy: “If you look like an animal, you are it!” (You will have the temperament of that animal.)
     What was curious about Mr. McNeed, Lincoln thought, was that as he answered each direct question, his eyes would shift, almost retract visibly. Then they would become clear and present. It seemed to happen when the questions involved his military record. Lincoln had learned to recognize this eye change as “cloaking,” and he had seen it often in spies of all sorts. The president paced up and down, his head down and reflective before his men.
    He made his decision and turned to the group, “Please leave us, Mr. McNeed.”
   And after the man disappeared down the corridor, Lincoln turned to the curious Cabinet members and said, “I don’t want this man anywhere close to me.” Lincoln pounded his open flat hand onto his desk as the astonished group gasped and was riveted to attention. “Show me a man who is forty who is not responsible for his face.” With that he pulled in his vest and with long strides left the room.
     Weeks later a news bulletin emerged from a Border state with an artist’s rendering of an escaped convict, Walter McNeed, who had been incarcerated for killing his brother, Lt. James McNeed, and stealing his military papers. The murdered brother, Lt. James McNeed had been a valiant soldier, decorated in battle. And for those who studied the facial drawing closely, the man who had stood before Lincoln had been none other than Walter McNeed.

(c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts, 2011. All rights reserved.

Fun Face Reading Short Story!

             How to Handle a Ruler

Alexander the Great was pacing before his teacher, Aristotle.

“Sit down, Alex, you’re making me nervous.” The huge elephant of a conqueror plopped down on his thrown.

“I just don’t know what to do, Aris. It’s all making me crazy. We’re losing men in the Western province, and my feet are hurting. Just can’t find the right sandal maker.”

“OK. OK. Well, let’s look at one problem at a time, like I taught you when you were a boy. You’ve conquered Mesopotamia by land and brought 8,000 men over the mountain ridge into Constantinople last week. How did the elephants fare? I heard there were rainstorms, and some of them lost their footing in the mud.”

“Only lost three elephants out of 80, but, dang, those things are heavy when they go down! Have a good elephant man though, and he pulled them through. Seems like a trainer had cut back on their rations. That’s all. Just needed to feed them on the spot, and they were right as rain. Excuse the pun.” Alexander fidgeted with his crown.

“So let’s go to our maps, and see where we need reinforcements this week.” Aristotle’s noble face turned to his friend and student. “You know. I can’t always be doing this for you. I’m needed at the Pantheon to do my gig at the Acropolis. Don’t want to spread myself too thin, if you know what I mean. But for you, Alex, anything.”

“Thanks, my friend. I feel better knowing I can talk this over. Even conquerors need down time. Can your page here bring me some wine and bread? Haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I am used to my three squares. After all, I’m a growing boy.” Aristotle let his eyes roll, and both men laughed. Alexander’s massive body rivaled some of the elephants.

“OK. So the provinces are done. Now, how are the captured peoples?” Aristotle went through their usual list of items conquerors need to attend to.

“Just checking that all are being treated well. You know, it’s important for our image to be kind to the conquered people. Don’t let your men get sloppy and take food out of their homes. Doesn’t look good, and after all – your army is the highest paid in centuries. They can certainly learn to act like gentlemen after a battle.” Aristotle reached for an herbal beverage. He wasn’t a liquor sort of guy. Tarnished his reputation as a thinker.

“Aris,” the younger one looked up. “I need some new generals for the overland conquests. Some of our older men want to go home and be with their families. Say they’ve been gone too long and miss their kids. What should I be looking for in the incoming batch? Any new ideas for leadership?”

Aristotle nodded. “The new scholars in Greece have been talking about something called “physiognomy” or “Face Reading.” It’s all the rave in the sun cities. And easy to understand. I’ve started incorporating it into my own work. Last week I met with Socrates who was really with it for once. He had heard of it, too. Sometimes he’s a bit too cerebral, but no one is perfect.

“So how does it work, Aris? I want to choose the top of the crop of the men coming into the field, if you know what I mean.” Alexander liked to make farming references as he knew nothing about land but wanted to appear intellectually superior (as he wasn’t always the sharpest sword in the sheath.)

Aristotle got out the writing board which he issued for visuals. “For your uses, let’s see. You’d need a solder that has these qualities:

Brave and fearless in battle
Quick and mentally agile - able to grasp complicated battle strategies
Sort of rugged looking - outdoorsy sort of guy - able to enjoy living in
    put up tents all year round
Powerful looking - looks like he would command leadership over the
Able to inspire the men, so they follow and don’t take the camels
   out on picnics
Approachable - can throw a mean dice and joke it up with the troops

“So what does a man like this look like?”

Aristotle walked back and forth in front of the throne popping grapes in his mouth. “OK. Here’s what the Face Reading stuff says you’ll need. They are called “Facial Features.” Physical Patterns. And the best military man’s face should include these facial features.” He raised his chalk to write. Alexander sat up to pay attention. He had to memorize the information and burn it into his huge head. There won’t much papyrus to go around these days. Plus, his robe didn’t have any pockets. Direct recall was the best even if it hurt all his brain cells to think so much. Those metal helmets in battle had been too small, he told himself.

Aristotle continued, “You’ll want a ‘big, broad wide forehead’ for the strategy part, so he will be clever and smarter than his commander.” He winked good naturedly at his friend. ‘High cheek bones’ means loves to travel. You’ll need that. A man on the go doesn’t take a lot of toiletries. ‘Full, thick beard’ shows an outdoors person. Those ‘sparse beards’ mean a man is immature. Might just stop into his middle of a battle and have an outdoor cook-out. Can’t have that. The key is the jaw structure. All great warriors and leaders, men of state who move the world have ‘huge jaws’ and ‘forward thrusting chins.’ That’s really the key, Alex. Look for the ‘huge jaw and forward chin,’ means dynamic leader with forceful presence. And I bet the other facial features will follow.”

Alexander nodded. So much less to remember. He liked this Face Reading stuff better all the time. No need to cloud the mind with too many facts.

“For the being a ‘guy’s guy,’ I’d go with the ‘big front teeth’ and a ‘wide mouth.’ Makes a man look strong and forceful with a tinge of rollicking laughter. Kind of adds a nice touch, don’t you think? Also, ‘very small eyes’ and elephant ‘big ears’ help. Creates a blend of someone who is watchful and listens well. That way you don’t have to pay the spies as much. They usually want too many coins for travel time. And they’ve been known to work on both sides if they feel they’re not appreciated.”

“Isn’t that the truth!” Alexander nodded. “So we’ve got ourselves a visual picture of a great general. Thanks so much for the tips.”

“And just remember that it doesn’t make any different what province or tribe the soldier comes from. These are universal facial features that apply to all men.” Aristotle put down his chalk and came to sit on his simple chair near the throne.

“Righted, tighy then,” nodded Alexander. “So how are the boys at the Pantheon, Aris? What else is new?” And so they went on to talk of other topics.
(c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts 2011. All Rights Reserved.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Short Story: MatchU4Love Dating Service

Jason sighed. If this date was any more of a gold digger, she’d be sitting on his lap taking out his dental fillings. He really needed to change his “MatchU4Love” Profile on the “Income” line. Take off the “millionaire” entry. Yes, he owned his own company and was darn proud of it, but perhaps he shouldn’t advertise it on first dates.

Back at his desk he told Keri, his budget manager, that he’d be in “conference” and went in to reread his “Man on the Go Looking for Independent Woman” Profile title bar. “OK. Got to rework this one,” he mumbled. “I’ll leave the photo - after all, I’m tall, dark, and handsome – and humble.”

After fifty eight dates – women who were tall, short, blonde, brunette, red head, corporate investors, homemakers, childless, with children, rich, poor, he’d reached his limit for even a “man on the go.” Perhaps an image change? Perhaps a lobotomy.

He barely cleared Keri’s desk as he walked out of the office on his way to lunch. She looked up. Sensitive to every nuance of his walk, she inquired, “Bad day, eh, Jason?” They were attuned to each other not because they were steamy closet lovers at work, but because she was his sister. They’d been competing siblings over cookies and Mom, but now they had settled into harmonious bantering.

“Keri, I’m lost in this dating world. Help me! Help me! You are my only hope,” he did his best impersonation of Princess Leah talking to Obi-Wan. His sister put down her Excel printout and looked into his very blue but sad eyes. “You know I read all the current women’s self-help books,” Keri began in the way only an older sister can totally bore a brother to tears.

He controlled his gag reflex. “SO?” He rolled his eyes indicating if he heard any more feminine psychobabble, he would ask God to reincarnate him as a turtle.

“Well, there’s this woman who went on Tyra Banks last month. Her name is Barbara Roberts, and she wrote a book called FACE READING – How to Know Anyone at a Glance. It’s the new way to find romance. Tyra really liked her. Look here,” she motioned to an open page from the book. “See, you have these facial features:
Blue eyes
Square forehead line
Vertical line above your nose
Strong jaw
Good naso-labial lines
Wide mouth
Large ears
Full cheeks

“You’ve been ‘looking for love in all the wrong places,’ my little brother. Get off “MatchU4Love,” and stop paying that gypsy at “Cupid will Deliver.” Jason immediately confiscated the FACE READING book from her desk, tucked it under his arm and left the office in a far better mood that he’d been in in a long time.

Patterns. Facial Patterns.

It was midnight. He had read the whole book. My face has Patterns. All I need to do is just match the Patterns in my face to the Patterns in her face!

“There might be hope,” and he turned over to his Massie, his German Shepard, who as currently take up half of his bed. “They’ll soon be someone to replace you, my girl.” And he gave her an affectionate ear scratching.

Not long after, he was at the airport meeting his client Phil. The plane was delayed, so he got his Starbuck’s caramel latte and blueberry scone and popped open his paper to wait. A woman carrying a laptop approached the seat next to him. Blue silk suit holding a cell phone. He looked over just in time to catch a “HI”-nod and went on reading the local news.

When she finished talking and started adjusting her cup’s tea bag, she turned to ask, “Waiting for the Phoenix incoming flight?”

“Yep. My client Phil is on it. How abut you?” As they spoke he regarded her closely. She seemed amazingly familiar for someone he had never met. Then his mind clicked into the facial feature composite of his “ideal” woman. Cassie. One after one, he counted off their compatible facial features. He became so excited, he mentally he was begging God to be close to this woman, but he was trying not to grovel. He was chaffing at the bit to ask if she was single and was practically salivating as he listened to her describe her normal life. When she wanted to know about his life and interests, he was incredulous that a woman would ask about him. By the time Phil walked out of Gate 24, Jason had already planned the wedding and bought his tuxedo.

After he introduced Phil to Cassie, he turned to her. “Here, let me give you my card.” They both said that at the same time. Cassie blushed. He smiled.

As he guided Phil into his office and passed Keri’s desk, Jason gave her the thumbs up-signal and mouthed, “I’ll tell you later.”

Well, Massie and Arnold, Cassie’s German Shepard, became a regular on walks in the park, Friday night movies at home, Saturday picnics and morning coffees. Together they watched the seasons change and laughed and talked through Christmas, Easter and July 4th.

In the Fall Jason turned to Massie before he set his alarm for work, “Massie, it’s time for you to start sleeping on the floor. Cassie and Arnold are coming to live here.” He thought he saw Massie smile before she rolled over and started snoring.

(c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts, 2011. All rights reserved.

Your HALLOWEEN Face - Scariest Facial Features to Use!

Want to be really frightening on Halloween? Because Face Reading is a 2,000 year old psychological system that connects facial features to actual personality traits, the following are facial features found as patterns in hundreds of criminals, WW II spies, felons, murderers and outlaws of the Old West. (See for my TV shows on "Dangerous Men to Avoid" or the Ch. in my Face Reading - brown book on this same site). After looking a hundreds of photos of felons, here are some PATTERNS of  frightening folks, which you could use for your Halloween face or make-up: (These are the real deal!)
*Major scaring across the cheek
*Chaotic teeth
*Whites under the pupils of the eyes
*Sunken cheeks (like when you suck on a lemon)
*Eyebrows both pointing at a downward angle to the nose
*A Hitler-type - patch mustache
*Very unusual shaped ears - with many twists and turns
Enjoy your Halloween!
(c) Copyright, Barbara Roberts, 2011. All rights reserved.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

EVIL From the Past - (A Face Reading Halloween Fictional Story)

The doctors were scrubbing for the operating room. The nurses moved quickly to make way for the stretcher which carried 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 the top medical teams were recruited from all parts of Europe. Though his vital signs had been stabilized, the angiography revealed a blocked aorta. His central heart artery might rupture at any moment. The cardiac specialists were taking no chances. An arterial line was prepped, and the anesthesiologist held up the oxygen 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 mismanagement of the Algerian conquests were omitted in his military reports and dossiers sent back to France. The French people thought him a hero. The rural town’s people of Nigei, Algeria knew he was a monster. After capturing a province, he encouraged his bored soldiers to torture children as he would stand by laughing cynically. Any man who would try to protect his children would be shot. However, Algeria is far from France, and nothing was recorded as out of ordinary in the French military dispatches.

Jacques sat 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. After this, his mother would sit for hours starring at the wall of her bedroom. Marka would make all the beans for his sister and their dinner.

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 deeds 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 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 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.

Marksa’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 breathing 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’ first incision. Both he and world renown 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.

(c) Copyright, October, 2011. Barbara Roberts. All rights reserved.

Face Reading - What does YOUR Eye Color mean?

From the ancient psychological system of Face Reading, every physical facial feature has a corresponding psychological meaning. After looking at 6,000 faces in 350+ classes and 70 TV shows, here are some generalities:
Hazel Eyes: insight and healing oriented, the person does 50 things at the same time, easily bored
Brown Eyes: sympathetic, family oriented, warm hearted
Blue Grey Eyes: analyzses the emotions, problem solver
Green Eyes: curious, wanting to know 'why' and learn more
Blue Eyes: spiritual, peaceful
Keep in mind you combine these eye colors with other features in the face for a complete understanding of someone. See my Brown book on this site or for more....

A new Review of my book!

The SECRET WEAPON You Must Have!, September 29, 2011

By Pamela Bowen (COSTA MESA, CA, US) - See all my reviewsThis review is from: Face Reading: How to Know Anyone at a Glance (Paperback)

I finished reading Barbara Robert's book and I wish so much I had learned this earlier in my career! If you work with people - if your career depends on your ability to read and influence others - if you're looking for a statistically proven way to instantly read friends, family, colleagues, and clients - get this now! I never realized how much our faces tell others until I spent time learning about the characteristics our unique attributes display. I highly recommend this book, and I highly recommend investing the time to have Barbara read your face personally. You'll be shocked and amazed at the detail and accuracy!