That One Is Perfect

One of the things I do when I buy a sympathy card for someone is to get the Dearly Departed to help me pick out their card.  All of this is done silently.  I NEVER channel outloud when I am in public and might be overheard by someone.  Yesterday, I was in a local Hallmark store and not getting much feedback from the person in question.  Which didn’t alarm me, but, instead allowed me more leisure to browse through the cards.  Eventually, I did get a very direct response from him as to which one to purchase for his wife, but, I’d spent awhile at the card display.  I was the only person in the store at the time.  The owner was ensconced at the back of the store with somebody and I could hear them talking.  After I’d finished my selection and was wandering to the front of the store I heard the lady holler to me, “Are you finished?”  I turned around to see her at the other end of the isle and hollered back, “Yes, I’d like to get these now.”

As I am paying for the cards the lady said to me, “I wondered if you were done when I heard you talking.”  I smiled and said, “Oh.”  Like that’s nice.  Dear Readers.  I wasn’t talking.  I was channeling.  And I was doing it in my head.  Now, could I have inadvertently been channeling aloud or, I’m wondering if she didn’t just pick up on the channeled conversation?  Maybe she was just making nice.

My boss is always accusing me of talking to myself, which is true.  Then, he complains that I also answer myself.  Which is also true.  Except, I am channeling when that happens.  It’s just done in the same voice and it’s just them answering my questions or me answering their questions.  For instance, I’m sitting in front of my computer composing an email to somebody.  “There, I think that’s okay.”  “What about the time?”  “Oh, right, yeah, I forgot that part.  Okay, now I think that’s alright.”  Come to think of it, this does sound a little odd.  But, I’ve been doing it for years and nobody else has ever said anything.  They’re either used to it and don’t think anything of it or they can’t hear me.  Mostly, I tend to think these interchanges happen on a silent level, but I know that sometimes I just have to let it out into the open, an expression of who I am and how I am now.

Biorhythms are Great Today

Just for the fun of it I cast my biorhythms today. It doesn’t happen very often, but, today and tomorrow it looks like both my primary and my secondary biorhythms are equally high. I'd say it's almost a once in a lifetime sort of deal to have both the primary and the secondary rhythms high at the same time. At least, it is rare.

These are the primary rhythms - Physical is red, Emotional is green and Intellectual is blue.


The second picture represents my secondary rhythms. Mastery is purple, Wisdom is blue and Passion is yellow.

You can cast your own at the link to Facade.com at the bottom of my homepage at Talking to Spirit.

Symbols

There are a few symbols that I use over time that are not represented on the keyboard. Granted, I could probably find them by going into some sort of Windows Symbol Selector menu, but I learned to do it this way back in the days of DOS and have used it ever since.

The technique involves holding down the alt key and then, while it is still down, typing the numbers using the number side of your keyboard. Be aware that some of the symbols call for a leading zero.

The Cent Symbol ¢ is made by holding down the alt key and pressing 155 on your numberpad.

The Degree Symbol ° is made by holding down the alt key and then pressing 0176 on your numberpad.

The Division Symbol ÷ is made by holding down the alt key and then pressing 0247 on your numberpad.

I actually first started using these symbols when I wanted to represent boxes and graphics in my documents. Just couldn’t do it in those days. How far we’ve come and it hasn’t even been 15 years!

Here are some links for accented letters and other fun symbols…but, the ones I use most are the ¢ and the °.

http://tlt.its.psu.edu/suggestions/international/accents/codealt.html


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Bleaking...Tweaking the Blog

I’ve been sitting here surfing through Blog Clicker and actually reading some of these blogs. There was one blog in particular I ran across called http://www.slightlydrunk.com/ that had an absolutely hilarious story in it about the guy’s parents and his sister. Not only was I amused (I used to be that way too), but he had a way for folks to save his site to their favorites bookmark list. When you’re surfing around in either Blog Clicker or Blog Explosion you just can’t bookmark the sites to your own browser. Somehow whatever you save will not be right. Not being too technically inclined and wanting to figure out how to get around these things other than what I’ve been doing of opening up a new window and then going into the person’s profile to find the url of their blog or, if they don’t have a profile, just reading the page carefully trying to find an address I determined that what this guy had done was exactly what I needed to do too. So, that’s what I did.

Then, I noticed that all the stuff I put going on down my sidebar was all way too big. So, I sized it all down and put some of the things into tables and just generally spent at least 2 hours back here in the study fooling around with this site. It goes rather slowly for me because I don’t want to foul the whole thing up. So, I work it like I build a spreadsheet which is very slowly with a tweak here, look at it, tweak it again, look at it again, until I’ve done 20 tiny little tweaks to get something to look right.

Waiting to see how the hurricane is going to land. Friends in Houston who aren’t leaving. Thinking of them and worried.

Whistle in the Dark

The other day I was whistling to one of my cats. Just to get her attention and for something to do. It was a silly little goofy song that I whistled. It actually didn’t even deserve the name of “song”. She looked at me as only a cat could look, with disdain and not a little bit of alarm as she wondered what the hell I was doing. So, giving that up as a bad idea I mentally turned it over to Seth saying, “Okay, now your turn. You whistle something.” And, I mentally stepped back, sort of a mini-surrender to “allow” Spirit access. There was that micro-second of instability as the new whistling came and I didn’t recognize it as anything. The trick with me in getting the channeling going is for me to relinquish control. And, that’s a harder thing to do now that I don’t drink anymore. But, there was that little bit of wobbliness where I was giving up the microphone and handing it over to Spirit who I figured was going to be Seth. Anyway, I eased up and began to “allow” it to happen. And, what came out of my mouth was a rousing rendition of, “When the Saints Come Marching In”. When I realized what it was they were whistling I could not continue because I was laughing and crying all at the same time. You just never know who it is that you’ll end up talking to when you Talk to Spirit.

Interestingly, I came up with a story from CNN about a whistling language. You just never know what you're going to find when you go out surfing.

Free Numerology Reading

Go to the Affinity Numerology site for a free numerology reading.

I'm in the process (notice not too much into it) of updating and expanding my resource pages. I came upon this free reading site just now and thought to share it sooner than it will be once those resource pages are ready (probably Thanksgiving). Enjoy.

The Weekend: Piles

My weekend was a whirlwind. I ended it with piles. My husband bought me a sitz bath this afternoon and I came home from work and plunked my worried butt into it. Twice. It works. I feel much better.

But, the whole thing started Friday evening with Norton. Norton is not a who, but a what. Norton system works on my computer. Formerly on my computer. I finally managed to get it all off. But, it was a struggle. In the interim I'd disabled Microsoft Office and didn't know if I was ever going to be able to get it to work again. Panic? What's panic? We're talking major rush of blood pressure and spiking blood sugar here. I was faint with the stress.

I woke up Saturday morning to a flurry of activity of burning every document I could get my hands on onto CD's. I figured they'd be telling me the only way to fix it would be to wipe my hard drive clean.

It dawned on me right before I was going to haul the whole thing off to Mr. Wu of the East Bay Computer Center to fix that this had, more than likely, happened to other people before. So, I went into Google and wrote, "Uninstall Norton". Yipee. Best link of all was at Symantec. I finally got it off completely. Now, was I going to reinstall it? Heck no. I got AVG from grisoft.com which is free and watches email in and out and surfing on the web. From what I've heard it is fine. It's not going to do all the fancy things Norton does like look for errors in your registry, etc, but I've had it up to HERE with Norton.

Now, psychically speaking do you figure I got any help with this? Not while I was upset. Whenever I get mad or upset I can't make the nice smooth connection to spirit. It's like they stand back and watch quietly while I turn into the Tazmanian Devil for awhile...well, at least my hair gets frizzy. I did get some help as I awakened from sleep, but I can't say it was all psychic. I think anybody could have come up with a couple of new angles to try after having slept on a problem.

So, though the plans to clean the study didn't come to fruition, I did the ironing I'd wanted to do. The study can wait for next week.

Morning

I’m in a strange mood right now.  Yesterday was difficult, very difficult for me trying to fix this computer.  And, in all the folderol I just noticed that my desktop doesn’t look right.  Somewhere along the way I must have asked that it revert to an earlier version.  I wonder what else I changed?  

I’ve spent the last hour reading other people’s blogs.  I’d like to list them here, but want to give it some more time before I commit.  Now, why is that when I’m interested myself in being read?  Well, the problem, again, is me trying to figure out what I’m doing here.  Is this a writing blog, or a cooking blog, or a blog for women, or a blog for folks who’d like to channel?  It is a blog, a personal blog of what it’s like to be a psychic.

Hey, I hear Spirit knocking on the door.  Good ears.  Thanks.  I pride myself on being able to listen.  Remembering it sucks, but we don’t have to talk about that.  Did anyone ever tell you that psychics are supposed to be polite?  Yes.  Who?  Probably you.  Is this Seth?  No.  Is it Mom?  No.  Are you going to tell me?  No.  Okay, I won’t ask.  But, you’d know wouldn’t you?  Yes.  One of those, eh?  One of what?  I can just see what it’s going to be like later on coloring all our parts.  Sounds like a map of the limbs on a body.  That should be struck.  Why?  I fouled it all up.  No, you did not.  You weren’t going to say it just that way were you?  No.  So, why shouldn’t I take it out?  This is a picture of you channeling.  Right now.  And, sometimes you don’t get the whole thing.  You got a few of the dandelion fluffs, but not the whole head.  Something tells me that’s not right either.  How difficult is it to channel us?  Not difficult.  So, why do you think you are having trouble here?  Well, it’s sort of boring.  Dear, do you mean to imply that this particular guide is boring?  No.  Plus, I think you’re somebody new now.  Yes, you are astute.  Why do you feel the previous entity boring?  Not boring.  I was embarrassed.  I’m talking in public here and we normally do this in private.  And, we might point out to you that now people can see what it is like for you behind the scenes, as it were.  Right.  Thanks.  Would you like to continue?

Sure.  Why did you break into a new paragraph?  The other was too long.  And, you thought breaking it at that particular point was going to provide a change in subject?  What are you getting at?  That you are running again.  That you are reluctant to jump in head first again.  That you are still embarrassed.  I ought to be on Prozac.  No, you wouldn’t like it.  Psychiatrists out there wouldn’t like it that you are making medical recommendations.  Well, you did.  You do have a point.  I was only teasing.  Yes, so we might continue.  If you’d like to breathe and quiet yourself we might continue and you might just be able to take dictation for one of those 3 articles you want to write.

Okay.

Perfection:  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  So, too, is perfection.  If you are to go about judging yourself and others with your own standards of beauty and perfection you will soon find the world is wanting.  When, in reality, the bloom of sun upon a hillside covered in garbage is actually as beautiful as the new day dawning on an oasis in the middle of a desert.  Loosen up, we adjure you.  Relax your requirements both for yourself and for others and you will come to see that it is much easier to dance if you are not constantly on the lookout for someone to bump into.  If you are a clumsy dancer all around you will soon learn to get out of the way.  Do NOT Stop Dancing.  

Gearing Up For the Weekend

Hey. It’s Friday. I always mentally line up the things I want to do on the weekend before it starts. That way I can actually tackle them. The things I most don’t want to do, but the things on my top ten list to do include about 3 week’s worth of ironing that will probably take me close to 2 hours to do and cleaning up my study which, if I got right down and did it would probably take me about 2 hours to do too. So, 4 hours out of my weekend to do “must do” things.

I’d like to talk about the study first. It’s my own room. Mine. Dennis keeps his clothes in the closet, but other than that and the fact that half of the books on the shelves are his, it’s my room. I come in her at 3:00 am on Saturday mornings to fiddle with Talking To Spirit when it’s quiet. I used to have the dining room, but Dennis has that now. It’s actually not that great a place because the television is generally on behind you in the living room and the birds talk a lot (parakeet talk). I can’t remember why we switched, but it was a good reason at the time. For the last 3 years it was especially necessary because I had the job of mailing out product for my friend’s business. But, that job is done now and the extra money I made from it is really missed.

So, now, my attention is turned toward making more money (because we really got used to having the extra) and developing Talking To Spirit. Technically, the main thrust of the website would be, because I am a psychic, selling psychic readings. Mostly, I just give them away. I’ve never really gotten past that “thing” of why should I charge for a gift? But, it is my time and I generally am generous with it. And, people would say isn’t your time worth something? So, the readings have fallen off of late (mostly because I’ve been taking down the buttons to purchase and have left only the one link in the menu) and I am beginning to think more in terms of building up my resource pages and hoping folks will click on the advertisements.

The next project is to double the number of pages. I want to add all sorts of new categories, and new ones are occurring all the time…so, the list grows. But, I wanted to get the ones I’ve got going all spiffed up and more or less okay. I ran across a way cool website this morning and thought it would be absolutely perfect for the real estate resource page I will eventually make. How to make sure the house you buy is not haunted. How perfect! Anyway, here’s the link. Actually, my husband just came into the study and told me, “Oh, yeah. You’re supposed to tell them if it’s haunted.” He’s the real estate editor at The Montclarion. Also, he used to be a real estate broker. So, he’d know.

Now, as far deep as I’ve gotten into this missive I still haven’t really talked about the study. That’s because cleaning this study up is not my number one most interesting thing to do. I’d really rather be doing other things. Somehow, though, I have to get this study cleared up because it’s ALWAYS at the top of my list of things to do and I’m getting really tired of it being there. Also, I feel so much better when it is straightened up. It’s like losing weight. I just can’t seem to do it.

So, here’s where being psychic will have an advantage. I can call upon Spirit to help me. Did you think that was not allowed? Hey, have I got news for you. Anyway, it won’t jinx any and all advice forthcoming to use Spirit’s help for this very mundane and supposedly frivolous need. I just don’t like to call upon Spirit to help, actually, in matters such as these because they tend to get a little bossy.

You should have heard Seth when I asked him for help that time I lost 50 pounds. Sheesh, it was like living with a drill sergeant. But, that was years ago, and maybe if I did it again it wouldn’t be so bad. Actually, they did help me night before last when I walked in the door after work absolutely ravenous. They told me to go have a glass of warm water. I couldn’t wait for the water running out of the tap to go warm and started drinking it cold, but it hit my stomach and started a cramp going, so I threw the rest of it out and waited for it to warm up. Sure enough, it dulled the immediate craving. Then, I went outside and washed the car. So, it delayed the onset of plowing through the kitchen by half an hour. Little things like that are good.

So, I should just do the little surrender and ask for some help tomorrow morning. No, now is not good. I’ve got 5 minutes to get out the door and go to work. But, I promise, maybe even tonight just to get a head start on it. Then, I won’t have to either think about it or talk about it and can go on to more interesting things to do.

Before I Forget

Both totally unrelated, but both interesting tidbits of information. Well, one of information and the other a way cool website.

The first is my sister told me current thinking on sneezing is that you shouldn’t cover your mouth and nose with your hand anymore. I asked her if we were supposed to start sneezing down our shirts and she said, no. She told me that we are supposed to start sneezing into our elbows. I pondered that for a day or so and realized that when you sneeze and cover your mouth and nose with your hand you typically aren’t going to go rushing into a bathroom to wash said appendage with soap and water. No, you’re going to resume whatever it was that you were doing a moment before. Which, for a lot of us, is going to be at work or school. And, you’re going to go pick up that phone to telephone somebody or hand a report or a letter off to somebody else and your germs are now transferred from your hand to said article waiting to transfer to the next person who touches it. Or, if you’re at the store you’re shopping and you just transferred all those germs onto the handle of your shopping cart. If you sneeze into your elbow…germs stay put.

The other thing I wanted to share is a website to create certificates. They’ve got a whole bunch of fancy certificates with fine scroll work edges that you can put your own information on. Print them out on nice paper with your ink jet printer and you’ve got a nice little certificate to present to somebody. It’s called Dyetub Media and it’s really worth a visit.

Where's the Beef?

It’s either feast or famine. My life on a diet. Anyway, nothing to do with food, just the phrase made me think of it. What I was making a reference to was having not posted anything for awhile and then, boom, two in one day. Well, I feel the need to talk.

Basically, I had, at first, intended this blog to be a behind the scenes look at what it’s like to be psychic. More than likely, any one of my Dear Readers who have been following these chronicles have discovered I’m not really any different than anyone else. And, that was actually the intention. I’m not any different, nor is any other psychic out there. However, I do need to point out I have a great deal less privacy than you do. Hah! Did you even think I was going to say something like I’ve got the inside scoop on upcoming lottery numbers? No. So, I guess there is one difference. It isn’t a glaring thing that makes itself obvious on a 24/7 basis. It’s just that I know the peanut gallery doesn’t hold back (they’re laughing right now…and throwing things…hah.) It’s a good thing I don’t drink anymore.

But, what led up to this is that I was “out there” this evening looking for reciprocal links. Sometimes it just takes awhile. And, you all know how it is when you get surfing. One thing leads to another and you’ve been on the web for half an hour or longer. My problem, though, was that I really don’t want to recommend other websites just because. There’s got to be a good reason why I’m going to be putting somebody’s link on my pages. And, I guess tonight wasn’t a good night to be looking because I just wasn’t coming up with anything that would give me that old chill down your spine right feeling thrill about a site. What I was also trying to center in on was to allow my psychic feelings about a site to steer me toward it. So, here I am moving on down a pretty good list of psychic readers and I’m not getting that old familiar feeling. I thought, “what’s wrong?” So, out of sheer cussidness I decided to click on one. Mystic something or other. And, I got a bunch of porno sites listed. I thought, “do I tell the webmaster about this?” And, I decided not to. It was one of those quick decisions, once again using the psychic sort of gut feeling. The polite thing would have been to say something. I’m still torn about it. Except, I’m also pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to find it anymore because I was surfing.

If you want to get snitty about it, it is the webmaster’s responsibility for links on his or her site. Maybe they knew about it. Maybe it was a large cosmic joke. If it was my site I sure wouldn’t want that thing happening. Would I appreciate somebody pointing it out to me? Depends on how they did it, I suppose. I mean, I’m not 100% of the time certain about my own links, though I did determine that I’d go through and click them every few months or so. Anyway, honestly, I suppose tonight just isn’t the night to be surfing for links for Talking To Spirit.

Okay, so back to the premise that I’m no different from anybody else. I still bleed. I still cry. I’m going through menopause…and stocked up on kava kava tonight at the Food Mill. I can’t really get to the point here tonight. Writers don’t give up though. They will push on until their fingers are bleeding. Or something is. Until something of note gets written. It’s like out of 10,000 words only 50 of them were really good. Well, that’s life with icebergs and writing. Except, with the blog, here…it’s all stuck. It’s like you’re seeing the writer as she writhes, as she bleeds, as she tries her hardest to convey a point. What’s the point? Remember Clara, the old lady in the Wendy’s commercials? “Where’s the beef?” That’s what I feel like tonight. This psychic has had enough and is going to bed.

Hurry, Hurry

So, there are just a few minutes before I need to leave for work. Did I intend this to be a considered piece or just a fast scribble? Well, I’d like to spend more time on it, but I really don’t want to devote more than a minute or so to the note that I celebrated my 50th birthday the other day. That makes me a pine tree and I suppose what it has to say about me is correct. Slob? Did it say slob? I can’t remember. What I don’t understand is I’m a Virgo. We’re not supposed to be slobs. Maybe my worrying about it so much, or being conscious of being a slob makes up for it? Sort of like a penance said? This being 50 is the pits, folks. It really is. I’m not aging gracefully. Hell, I don’t even feel like I’ve grown up yet and now I’m going through menopause. Yikes. Enough. I’ve got statements to send out. I’ve got month end to finish. Work is very, very busy. And, we’ve got a BM to go to tomorrow. That’s a big meeting. My husband got me to saying that. It sort of takes the edge off of things when you don’t drink anymore.

Okay, off to work to act like an efficient secretary and, Dear Readers, I’ll have something less whiney to talk about next time. Speaking of Dear Readers, I’m reading Amanda Quick’s, “Wait Until Midnight” right now. Very cool book. An in-depth study of a writer of romances and quack mediums in the late 1800’s. I love her books. And, being a medium and a wanna-be romance novelist just adds a bit of spice for me to this romance-murder mystery. I’ve read this book before, many times. But, as I’ve discovered lately, I just don’t remember them anymore. So, on the upside I get to read a new book. On the down side, my memory sucks.

What Tree Are You?

This is not my work. I got it somewhere on the internet. I actually, can't remember where. But, it's terrific. What tree are you? It's based on your birthday. And, since I just had mine, birthdays are on my mind. Thank you to whoever did this.

Which tree does your birthday fall under? Find your birthday and the corresponding tree and then look below for your description.

December 23 to January 1 - Apple Tree
January 2 to January 11 - Fir Tree
January 12 to January 24 - Elm Tree
January 25 to February 3 - Cypress Tree
February 4 to February 8 - Poplar Tree
February 9 to February 18 - Cedar Tree
February 19 to February 28 - Pine Tree
March 1 to March 10 - Weeping Willow Tree
March 11 to March 20 - Lime Tree
March 21 - Oak Tree
March 22 to March 31 - Hazelnut Tree
April 1 to April 10 - Rowan Tree
April 11 to April 20 - Maple Tree
April 21 to April 30 - Walnut Tree
May 1 to May 14 - Poplar Tree
May 15 to May 24 - Chestnut Tree
May 25 to June 3 - Ash Tree
June 4 to June 13 - Hornbeam Tree
June 14 to June 23 - Fig Tree
June 24 - Birch Tree
June 25 to July 4 - Apple Tree
July 5 to July 14 - Fir Tree
July 15 to July 25 - Elm Tree
July 26 to August 4 - Cypress Tree
August 5 to August 13 - Poplar Tree
August 14 to August 23 - Cedar Tree
August 24 to September 2 - Pine Tree
September 3 to September 12 - Weeping Willow Tree
September 13 to September 22 - Lime Tree
September 23 - Olive Tree
September 24 to October 3 - Hazelnut Tree
October 4 to October 13 - Rowan Tree
October 14 to October 23 - Maple Tree
October 24 to November 11 - Walnut Tree
November 12 to November 21 - Chestnut Tree
November 22 to December 1 - Ash Tree
December 2 to December 11 - Hornbeam Tree
December 12 to December 21 - Fig Tree
December 22 - Beech Tree

Apple Tree, the Love
Of slight build, lots of charm, appeal and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents,
lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.

Fir Tree, the Mysterious
Extraordinary taste, dignity, cultivated airs, loves anything beautiful, moody, stubborn, tends to egoism but cares for those close to it, rather modest, very ambitious, talented, industrious uncounted lover, many
friends, many foes, very reliable.

Elm Tree, the Noble-Minuteness
Pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends to not forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest and faithful partner, tends to a know-all-attitude and making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humor, practical.

Cypress, the Faithfulness
Strong, muscular, adaptable, takes what life has to give, happy content, optimistic, needs enough money and acknowledgement, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered, unruly, pedantic and careless.

Poplar, the Uncertainty
Looks very decorative, no self-confident behavior, only courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, artistic nature, good organizer, tends to
philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership serious.

Cedar, the Confidence
Of rare beauty, knows how to adapt, likes luxury, of good health, not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, determined, impatient, wants to impress others, many talents, industrious, healthy
optimism, waiting for the one true love, able to make quick decisions.

Pine Tree, the Particularity
Loves agreeable company, very robust, knows how to make life comfortable, very active, natural, good companion, but seldom friendly, falls easily in love but its passion burns out quickly, gives up easily, many
disappointments till it finds its ideal, trustworthy, practical.

Weeping Willow, the Melancholy
Beautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner.

Lime Tree, the Doubt
Accepts what life dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress and labor, tends to laziness and idleness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very jealous, loyal.

Hazelnut Tree, the Extraordinary
Charming, undermining, very understanding, knows how to make an impression, active fighter for social cause, popular, moody and capricious lover, honest and tolerant partner, precise sense of judgment.

Rowan, the Sensitivity
Full of charm, cheerful, gifted, without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.

Maple, Independence of Mind
No ordinary person, full imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-respect, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, many complexes, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.

Walnut Tree, the Passion
Unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egoistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromises.

Chestnut Tree, the Honesty
Of unusual beauty, does not want to impress, well-developed sense of justice, vivacious, interested, a born diplomat, but irritate and sensitive in company, often due to a lack of self-confidence, acts sometimes superior, feels not understood, loves only once, has difficulties in finding a partner.

Ash Tree, the Ambition
Uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egoistic, very reliable and trust-worthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious.

Hornbeam, the Good Taste
Of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, good taste, tends to egoism, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads reasonable, disciplined life, looks for kindness, an emotional partner and acknowledgement, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with his/her feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very consciences.

Fig Tree, the Sensibility
Very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.

Oak, robust nature
Courageous, strong, unrelenting, independent, sensible, does not love changes, keeps its feet on the ground, person of action.

Birch, The Inspiration
Vivacious, attractive, elegant, friendly, unpretentious, modest, does not like anything in excess, abhors the vulgar, loves life in nature and in calm, not very passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm and content atmosphere.

Olive Tree, the Wisdom
Loves sun, warmth and kind feelings, reasonable, balanced, avoids aggression and violence, tolerant, cheerful, calm, well-developed sense of justice, sensitive, empathic, free of jealousy, loves to read and the company of sophisticated people.

Beech, the Creative
Has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialist, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports, etc.).