Dream Day in Paris

I read an article the other day that said everyone should write their own horoscope. I thought, what a nice way to do a little law of attraction work. Some horoscopes are written for a year, month, week or day. This gave me the idea to write about my perfect dream day. I challenge you to write (or even daydream about) your dream day.

(Just letting you know that Sponge Bob’s song “The Best Day Ever” just popped in my mind. I think I listened to that CD one time too many when my kids were younger.)

Today, I am working on the social media aspect for my book: Life is Just Another Class – One Soul’s Journey Through Past Life Regression. (Every author should have a platform across the internet and beyond.) Are you interested in finding out more about my book? You can be one of the first to read Chapter 9 – the story of my lifetime as Howard Duish from the 1600’s. Plus, I include excerpts from seven additional chapters so you can learn how Howard made an impact in my current lifetime. I am writing this book as a tool to help you feel comfortable with remembering your own past lives. Sign up for chapter 9.

My Dream Day:

I wake up just in time to see the sunrise. As I look out the window over Paris, I breathe in the fresh air and smile. I start my day listening to a Deepak Chopra meditation. It is so nice to get in touch with your inner self. I pick up my phone and read my daily random affirmation as I take a walk down Rue Bonaparte to the local patisserie. You can smell the patisserie a block away – they have the best croissants. Yum. Their pastries are always so good. I walk back to my rental and write for a few hours. Then I check and update my social media, read an article on the quantum physics of the Maharishi effect and go over the speech I will be giving later.

Checking the time, I gather my painting supplies and walk out the door. The Louvre is having a special oil painting class today. The focus is on Mary Cassatt’s work and I am really looking forward to it. As I walk by the French Academy of Painting, I make a mental note to see what classes they offer. I arrive at the Louvre just in time. Painting class is fabulous, the smell of oil paint and thinner adds to the ambiance. I am sorry the class is only an hour.

It is 1pm now, just in time for lunch. I stop by one of the street venders and pick up a ham and cheese on baguette sandwich. I eat as I make my way across the bridge over the Seine River. Just as I get to the other side, I hear a concert echoing from a performance nearby. I recognize the sound of the harpsichord among the instruments. My favorite! I stand awhile, taking in the sound of the music. What a nice treat.

IOrange Sunset - Perfect end to a day get back home and check social media again while waiting for my children to Skype me online. I chat with my kids for a while. It is always nice to hear about their day, too bad they could not come. I get ready for tonight’s speech. Tonight I am talking about my book, Life is Just Another Class, taking questions and reading a short experiential meditation to a crowd of about 500. At the end, I announce the opening date for the movie (based on my book) and I am excited to tell the Parisians of the donation I will be making to their local children’s science center. I sign many books and speak to as many guests as possible. I just want everyone to feel comfortable experiencing their own past lives.

I take a short taxi ride back to the rental and relax. As I crawl into bed that evening I say, “What a fabulous day.”

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Can I Inspire You?

Have you ever wondered: Can you really heal from re-experiencing a past life? Have you shared a past life with someone from this lifetime before? What does death feel like? What happens immediately after you die? Can you have a near death experience without really dying? Do you watch over your loved ones after death? Do your spirit guides, angels and deceased loved ones greet you when you go into the light? What can be expected from a past life regression?

The answers to these questions and more are conveyed to you through my own deeply personal past life experiences in my book: One Soul’s Journey through Past Life Regression.

After six years of work, I have remembered nearly forty past lives. I share sixteen poignant and sometimes heart wrenching lifetimes in One Soul’s Journey through Past Life Regression. This non-fiction book is the true account of my soul’s journey through life, death and going into the light.

It is my hopes that this book will inspire others to go on their own spiritual journey through their own past life regression.

 

And who do I hope to inspire?

 

If my book reached and inspired just 1% of the U.S. population (3 million people) to participate in a past life regression, the implications are vast.

If each person regressed grasps the realization that we are all here on Earth working together to better ourselves (our spirits) then:

  • Relationships with anyone would improve. You would realize you have spent time with them before to learn life lessons.
  • Spirituality would increase. You would see angels, spirit guides, and more.
  • All prejudices could end. You, no doubt, have been all nationalities and colors.
  • Our environment would improve for sake of future incarnations. We would know we are coming here for our next class on Earth again.
  • Health care costs could go down. There is a lot of deep healing (mental and physical) from participating in a past life regression.
  • Death of a loved one could be looked at as an accepted transition knowing they are still with us and could be with us again. You will realize, when you experience a past life death, that you can watch over your own loved ones.

It is unfathomable how much this book could send waves of positive change throughout our society.

 

Soooo.  Do you know a publisher?

Sometimes I Think I’m Psychic

Did you ever have a psychic experience in your life? Sometimes I think I am psychic and sometimes I don’t. It’s like it comes and goes… or is it really that I am not “listening” to my intuition. Hmmm.

Once, when I was probably only 8 or 10 years old, I had a psychic experience. I think the right term for it is a premonition. I was being watched by my grandparents while my mother was in the hospital giving birth to one of my younger siblings. We had just been picked up from school. It was a sunny afternoon. I remember being in the living room sitting on their carpet, probably doing homework (although, more likely, we were playing checkers).

Then I remember looking at their old corded phone and saying to my Grandmother: “Have you ever just picked up the phone and someone was on the other line… when the phone did not ring?” So, I picked up the receiver (which, I feel the need to clarify this – a phone in the 1970’s  automatically had a dial tone once it was picked up off of the base) and my Dad was on the other line, “Hello. Hello.” The phone never rang and someone WAS there. Wait. Didn’t I just say that!? It really threw me for a loop. Flabbergasted, I handed the phone to my Grandmother. Did that really just happen? I said it and then it happened.

With the new phones now, I never had the automatic pick up with a person there again. Well, unless you count the few times when the phone is ringing and I knew who it was before I saw the caller id. (Or that one time I was thinking of an old friend and then a minute later she called.) Now, I sometimes try to guess who is calling before I check. Just for fun.

I think about this pre-knowing/premonition occurrence the most when I am driving along, minding my own business and suddenly, I feel as though I need to slow down or to be more cautious. Immediately a thought that there may be a deer on the road or a cop car watching for speeding motorists is ahead. Then, there usually is… a deer or a cop… whichever I was just thinking about. I have an 80 percent probability of being right. I have woken up from nap during a long drive just to say to my husband, “slow down” only to see a cop on the side of the road not long afterwards. It is pretty convenient, I have to say.

Have you ever had a psychic experience? I’ll bet you have. We all are born with psychic abilities. Trust your intuition, you will surprise yourself.

Katy Perry, Litterbugs and the Law of Attraction

I have listened to and learned a lot about “the Secret” – or more commonly: the Law of Attraction. It does work. If you have listened to any of these teachings you will know what I mean when I say: I do get great parking spaces, I get a lot of green lights and I have received unexpected checks.  

I have to say that life IS what you make of it.

I have two favorite examples of how the law of attraction has worked for me. I like to use them when I mention the law of attraction or the secret and I get a blank stare. They are fun examples.

Last summer, while reading the paper, there was an article that talked about Pennsylvania’s new litter control program. Pennsylvania sells license plates to help support their “Don’t be a Litterbug” campaign. As soon as I read it, I thought; “They are using ‘litter’ in their campaign and that will only bring more litter under the law of attraction.” If they want to get rid of litter, they need to say something like: “Keep Pennsylvania Clean” or “Neat in PA” – where they are putting the focus on the clean and neat of things. I put the paper down. Reminded myself that this was another example of why I don’t like to read the paper. I would much rather read and hear good, positive news only.

The law of attraction is similar to the law of gravity. If you think it, it will happen. (This is popularly stated as: thoughts become things.) Just as if you drop an apple and it falls due to the law of gravity. It’s the same. It’s a law. (Search Abraham Hicks for more information.)

But, that is not all. The very next day, I noticed a lot more trash blowing and billowing around the sides of the highways and roads as I drove my daughter to acting class. I didn’t remember seeing so much before. More trash the next day. It was on the sides of every road I drove. Okay, this is annoying, people can’t be this disrespectful. I couldn’t help but to notice all the litter.

It took me a few weeks of thinking and focusing on this, then… (A little slow, I know.) I decided to make a concerted effort to only focus on the beautiful trees, grass and flowers along the side of the road. I felt that I was using the law of attraction to attract lots of litter on the road to me, so I had to do something about it. (Thoughts become things… thoughts become things…) The next day, when I drove my daughter to acting class, I barely noticed any litter. Plus, there was a crew of people cleaning up the road in the one section that was the worst. It was like it had disappeared in one day’s time. ONE DAY’S TIME. All I did was decide to put my attention on something positive. I drove to work later and all I could say was, “Shut UP! This really works.” I think I only saw one piece of litter floating around during that hour drive. It was surreal. It was as though I called PennDOT and ordered a massive cleanup of the highways and roads and they listened.

My other favorite example has to do with my daughter. First I have to give you her basic list of very strong loves from her short life so far. She is now 10 and a very girly girl. Since she was little, she always loved the color pink. Her favorite game was Candyland – especially Princess Lolly. (I kept a set of the playing cards to use on her scrapbook pages – she loved it that much.) Her favorite animal is a cat – I don’t even think she has a second favorite animal (we now have two). One of her favorite things to do is dress up in a variety of costumes and dresses. Her absolute favorite thing to do is to draw, which she uses when she draws backdrops and scenery to go with her outfit that day (or that hour). One of her requests is to have a variety of colorful wigs to go with her costumes. And I have to include her love of YouTube. Her first typed word was on YouTube. I’ll bet you can guess it: Kitty. Oh, and she loves, loves, loves to sing and act. She is soooo not afraid to be on a stage.

Now that you know a bit about her… last summer we had the fortunate chance to attend a Katy Perry concert. Katy is very awesome to put it mildly, but the whole time I am sitting there jamming to her music; all I could think about was: this is my daughter’s manifestation of the law of attraction. It was all of her aforementioned “loves” balled up in one nice neat package over the course of one evening. It was stunning. I could not get over the similarities.

Katy’s concert tour (2011) was a multi-media blast of fun. Katy changed her dresses and costumes numerable times and she wore several different wigs to match. I still don’t know how she changed so many times during her Hot and Cold song. The scenery on the stage was a huge Candyland game board with LOTS of pink clouds. Katy had a YouTube-like video playing on large screens in the back of the stage that coordinated with her songs. A little cat was Katy’s little friend in the video. Then at the end of her concert, a person dressed as “Kitty Purry” came out on stage. It was unreal. The whole time all I could think about was how much this concert was meant for my daughter.

 UPDATE – I spoke to my daughter about this post later that night. She said, “Hey! You forgot that I love cupcakes and Katy found her happiness in a special cupcake shop in the video at the concert. Remember – I even started the Cupcake Club. And, Katy sold pink cotton candy – and my nick name was Cotton Candy Swirl (when we used to play make-believe)! And, Katy’s concert had pink clouds and pink cats in the concert – I love all those things too!”

I just had to add this update.

What is the law of attraction bringing to you?

Ron Howard Where are You?

I had this really fantastic dream a month ago. It was very real and Ron Howard was in it. So far, most of it has come true.

But, before I go on, you have to know a bit about me. If you have checked out my website (www.karenkubicko.com) you will know that I am working on a book that is about sixteen of my past lives. I have 42,000 plus words so far. I am working on trying to figure out a good way to flow information on how my past lives have affected my present life. It is tricky. I think I have decided on a way to make it flow the best. I will keep you posted. (I would love to find a book editor, literary agent and publisher that are metaphysically minded so we can work together.)

I made a YouTube video that touches on one of my past lives in Europe during WWII (look up Karen Kubicko). And I recently entered a local contest for a movie short that touches on one of my past lives in 1927 when I was a flapper girl – where I just wanted to dance and party. I have also sent out a few book proposals with more ready to send.

I just realized that of the sixteen lives I have re-experienced and included in my book, the last eleven of my lifetimes (including my life now) are NEARLY CONSECUTIVE SINCE 1449 AD. There is as little as one year to 38 years between most of the lives, but after two very difficult ones, there are 81 and 87 years until my next lifetime starts. Astonishing! I have remembered nearly forty past lives, so I’ll bet that if I look through my notes I may be able to plug in a few more lives within this time period of nearly 563 years. Holy crap – that is awesome! Since 1449…

Why do I feel ancient all of a sudden? 563 years is a long time… relatively.

Back to the dream: I am in a beautiful building downtown that has this fabulous open-air elevator. I decide to ride it to the top for fun. Someone gets off the elevator on the 12th floor. I am excited, I can’t wait… I want to ride it to the 48th floor – all the way to the top. But instead, it starts going back down to the first floor. I turn to look behind me and there is Ron Howard. He adjusts his ball cap. He says he wants to talk to me about a movie deal and the printing of my book… could I come with him? “Of course,” I say with much enthusiasm. He takes me to a room prepared with his secretary where I see papers, a contract and a mock-up of my book, “One Soul’s Journey through Past Life Regression” sitting on their desk. I sign the contract. He hands me a large advance check. I am so excited, I could burst.

(What a great dream so far. But, what happened in my dream after this transaction has literally and sometimes not-so-literally happened in real life. My real life that happened after I awoke from the dream is now inside the brackets.)

I walk out of Ron Howard’s office and into the foyer of the beautiful downtown building. [A week later, we visited downtown Pittsburgh where my absolute favorite buildings are – PPG Place. That glass is gorgeous!] I can’t decide who to call first – my family or my best friend who has supported me the most – I decide to call my friend. But, my cell phone needs charged. The battery is really low. [My phone battery died a few days later and I had to fuss with the battery to get the phone to work again.] As I work my way through the foyer up a set of stairs, I see my daughter and husband. I tell them the good news and continue outside onto a snowy sidewalk. [It does snow here in PA.]

I walk down the sidewalk where I see three cops discussing the fact that a mother had taken a pile of broken tempered glass from a student in her son’s class, so that her own son could do better on a project. The police had recovered the large pile of broken glass pieces. It sat on a nearby picnic table. I see my son walking towards me. [That same week, we all go on a Boy Scout trip to a research facility for window glass. While there, the mother of one of the boys (a very cool scientist who works there) says that she wanted to show us a neat video of how they test tempered glass, but could not since another mother at her work borrowed the tape to show her own son.] I am focused on getting to the car so I can charge my phone and start making phone calls to break the good news.  

As I walk past the cops, I overhear them chastising the one cop for wrecking into a car and slightly damaging the front end of his white cop car. It is parked in the middle of an intersection. There were no traffic signs or lights in the cop’s direction. It hit the side of another car that had a women driving. [The same week, my husband’s white truck hit into the side of a lady’s car that pulled out in front of him in an intersection. My husband had no traffic signs or light in his direction and the damage to the front of his truck looked exactly the same as it did in my dream. Everyone involved walked away unharmed. The police did come to the scene of the accident.] I walk with my son now, continuing down the snowy sidewalk towards my car. There we see a man who is working on the inside of an old building. He just dropped a stack of glass sheets. There were some shards and pieces broken off the edges. My son and I decide to help carry them in to help this man. [While we were at the Boy Scout trip to the window glass research facility, we saw stacks of sheets of glass that were broken with shards on a lab table.] I get a few cuts and wash my hands off in an old square sink inside. [I worked filing a large stack of papers in an old office and got several paper cuts which I fixed up in a nearby old square sink. This was the same week as the dream.]

Then, I woke up.

I ask: is this dream and the outcome coincidental or precognitive? What are the chances… seriously? Apparently, the chances are pretty good.

So, again, I ask: Where are you Ron Howard?

Travel back in Time (through self-hypnosis) with Christopher Reeve

Do you have a movie, that if you are really feeling like taking a break from life, you watch? I do. My all time favorite movie is Somewhere in Time. I have watched this movie over a hundred times in the last 30 (wow, it has been that long) years. I actually own the VHS version. (I know, right, I need to get the blu-ray.)

I was fascinated with this movie since it first came out in 1980. The main actors are Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour. Superman was very big back then, so it was fun to see Christopher Reeve in a different movie setting.

In case you are not familiar with the movie, Christopher Reeve is a playwright who is so smitten with a photograph of an actress that he travels back to the year 1912 using self-hypnosis.

It is a love story based on the 1975 novel Bid Time Return by Richard Matheson. (Which, by the way, now that I know that – thank you Wikipedia- I will have to find the book.) Ever since I first started watching this movie, I would always think, “I wonder, would self-hypnosis really take a person back in time?”

It is My Turn to Try Telepathy

As I write this, I realized that I must have visited our local library a lot during high school. It was conveniently located right next door to school. I found a book that included information on how to do telepathy. Well, I had to know more since I read about it in Pebble in the Sky. (Remember, there is no instant information from the internet to be seen or heard of yet.)

After studying the book, I forced my younger siblings to participate in telepathy drawing experiments. I wanted to see if they could draw what I had drawn whilst they were in another room. We took turns like any good siblings would. I would try and draw what they had drawn without looking or talking to them too.

When the one who was drawing via telepathy was done, they called “Time!” And, we would run to see and compare our drawings. Mostly we were way off, but amazingly, we got a few incredibly close. The one picture I remember matching was of a large flower. Excitedly, we ran down to tell everyone. They did not really grasp the importance of this breakthrough (or maybe it was disbelief). But, that did not quell us from doing more experiments. I am sure my parents were glad we were playing nice and keeping out of trouble. It was hard to keep six kids quiet and happy.

Isaac Asimov and telepathy

I am back at our local library again visiting. I think I am there to look up information for some high school project.

(Back in the 1980’s, computers were very new. And, believe it or not, the internet was unheard of then. How we managed, I will never know. I could go on, but I will share one tidbit to give you some perspective – as a senior in high school, my physics class once waited 45 minutes for the computers to merely start up. Happily, this was just in time for the bell to ring. We all had to leave to go to our next class and rarely got the opportunity again.)

Perusing the shelves of the library, I found the paperback book Pebble in the Sky by Isaac Asimov. That looked like more fun than schoolwork.

It was a great book. Real science meshed into an interesting science fiction book by a real scientist. I think I may have read it twice before I had to return it to the library. With one wrong step on the sidewalk, a man travels through time into the future. Towards the end of the book, he becomes very telepathic. So much so, that he could control someone else’s speech, if I remember correctly. It was so interesting to me. Can you really do that? Maybe the unused part of our brain is used for telepathy? I don’t know. I had to find out.