Healing Changes in Life

I cannot believe it has been over a year since I have posted a blog. OH DEAR.

But I do know why. I have been undertaking A LOT of changes in my life. I have been metamorphosing.

I have removed myself from a detrimental relationship, moved twice and was in a serious car accident (from which I am still healing). Now, I am in a new home that I love with my two most favorite people, my children. I am working at a job where I can use my skills (and keeps me very busy). I have seriously honed my psychic skills (OMG cool! If you are interested in knowing more, I have updated the Intuitive Healing section of this blog. I seriously LOVE my psychic friends.) And I am making time to paint what I see on the other side. (Here is my recent painting of what The Light looks like to me after death. The Light is way more sparkly, but this is close.) I am especially loving the time I get to teach metaphysics and heal others through past life regression and soul retrieval. I sit here typing as part of my therapy to recover from the serious concussion I have from the car accident.

Life IS getting better every day.



I send my love to you and all those sweet readers who posted questions and comments that I have not had time to give my full attention to until now. I fully appreciate your patience.


Sometimes it Is the Little Things That Matter in a Past Life Regression


Small things we notice during a past life regression can have great meaning in our lives.

While remembering being Jezebel, a lifetime as a little girl in Eastern Europe, I noticed I had on a pair of warm socks.

Being only five years old and experiencing a scary time, I tried to focus on something that made me happy.


Seems silly and insignificant, I know, but those socks were keeping me warm. It was early spring and the weather had not warmed up. Sitting on the cold linoleum floor and wearing a threadbare dress; I was happy wearing socks and keeping my feet warm.

In my life now, I love socks.

Fun socks.

Holiday socks.

Colorful socks.

Warm and fuzzy socks.

Socks are the number one gift that people give to me.

Is this a carry-over from my past life? Quite possibly. It is the happy thought just before I die as Jezebel.

Think of a past life you remembered (or try one now). What small details did you notice? Were they relevant in your life today?

I’ll bet they are.

Socks for Seuss - a made-up book

Sounds like the start of a Dr. Seuss book—just like … One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish or The Foot Book … left foot, right foot. Feet, feet, feet. Love Dr. Seuss books!



Afraid to Talk About Metaphysics?

I wonder how many people are out there having paranormal or metaphysical or unexplainable experiences and never tell anyone … afraid that others may think they are nuts. I am sure each and every person you have ever met has had something happen to or for them.

Like for example, I have a friend. She thinks she may have had a past life in the South (large dress included). She used to have dreams of it. However because of her religious background, she does not think there is such a thing as past lives.

Seems silly, right? Not really. We have been told repeatedly that there are rules to follow and consequences, the possibility of ostracization from friends and family for “different” beliefs, etc. This adds to our fear—greatly.

Life is to have fun - so pick up some leaves

Even myself, I had a really strange fear that I would be harmed or killed for talking about metaphysical ideals. At that time, I never, ever talked about metaphysics online. I rarely brought it up with my friends or family. I just read about it and talked about it to a few friends that were already okay with it.

In August of 2011, I remembered a past life in which I taught metaphysics, but was eventually killed for teaching it.

I recognized that … wait a minute … I reach down and feel my body … Yep, I am still here.

I realized, OMG. What IS the worry?Life is to have fun - play with nature

I started my social media platform for my bookLife Is Just Another Class–One Soul’s Journey through Past Life Regression, in September 2011. Prior to that month, I had one rarely used Facebook account.

Here I am, FEARLESSLY, talking about the book I wrote on sixteen of my personal past lives. In addition, I talk about other metaphysical subject matter too.

Eventually, most of us will feel safe and secure in talking about seeing a ghost, having a premonition, remembering a past life, seeing auras, seeing an angel or even listening to intuition (it is not just voices in our heads; they are messages of guidance you know – just one way we can listen to our intuition).

Life is to have fun - so let the leaves float down all around you

Some people talk, write or even speak about metaphysics, but do not use their real name. I have found books, etc. that say in the first paragraph that it was written under a pen name. (I use my real name by the way in case you are wondering.)

Some people I know open other, alternate accounts with names like (and I am making this up for example – so if this is a name you use, sorry) “Metaphysical Being” or “Star Love Child” for this metaphysical part of their world.

We do whatever makes us comfortable. And, that is okay. I know how they feel. It is all about feeling safe and secure.


Who knows, maybe they died for it in a past life too.

If you have a fear and want to see if remembering a past life can help, try listening to a meditation to remember a past life right now.

The Great Gasby and My Life in the 1920s

You know, I have always loved the Roaring 1920s. Always. I am not sure exactly when I started liking this era, but it seems like forever. I have always wanted to have my hair fixed in a cute little finger wave bob. (Goodness knows, I have tried.)

But why?

Since I was in grade school, I have loved the 1920s anything. I used to say, “I must have had a past life in the 1920s.” I never knew that for sure until a few years ago when I remembered being Helen Merkowitz who died tragically in 1927.

(More on that in my number one searched blog post: “Do Birthmarks Disappear When a Past Life is Remembered?” Mercy, can you believe I posted my high school photos!?!)

I love 1920s clothes, the dancing, the music… Ahhhh, Big Band music. I really enjoy listening to that.

Ginger Rogers – Charleston Scene from Roxie Hart (1942)

The Roaring 20s, flappers dancing the Charleston

Today, I am thinking of Helen since the movie, The Great Gasby, is coming out. I wish I had read the book in high school, as most others have. (It is never too late to read it.) I look forward to watching the movie today.

The only reason I am seeing it, is because it is about the 1920s … really. I love looking at their fashion, hair, décor … all of it. The men’s suits … eye candy to me. The women’s fashion … comfortable, sexy and beautiful.

As Helen, I remembered saving money to buy an outfit for my night of dancing. I had it laid out on the bed ready to wear for the evening and admiringly loved it. During the regression, I went into great detail to describe it … even commenting that it was uncomfortable to wear a slip under the dress, but “appropriate” to do so. It is so funny the details I chose to remember from a past life.

Remembering that lifetime was very healing for me. By a surprise to me, the birthmark on my neck (which resembled a bullet hole) faded noticeably since I remembered this past life—that in and of itself was unexpected and cool. However, now I know why I love the Roaring 20s so much. I really did enjoy myself in that lifetime—until the mob shot me during one night out in an illegal club, of course.

Prohibition prevented me from going out dancing. Dancing must be in my soul… I do LOVE it. I apparently loved it so much as Helen, I risked my life for it.

The other day, I got the opportunity to go out dancing. I noticed a few people wearing fashion that was reminiscent of the 1920s style (fringes and all) … oh please, please, please, do come back into style … I would wear it. Absolutely.

(Do you want to read more on Helen? Do you know someone who works at a publisher?)

What do you love … and cannot explain?

On Fear and Love…

In the middle of writing (well, trying to finish writing one of several already-started blogs), I thought I would peruse some of my friend’s blogs. Much to my happy surprise, I found a beautifully written blog on love and fear. I had to share it with you.live in the frequency of love

Read the whole post from Alethea’s blog, Not Tomatoes.

Here is the excerpt from it that I have re-read several times—loving it…

“Through fear we impose a complexity to love that does not exist when love is in its pure, unconditional form. Although love is the highest, purest frequency of energy that exists, it often takes great courage to live in it fully. We, as humans, have complicated our world with fear and all its restraints and conditions. Breaking away from them can make us feel vulnerable, when, in reality, it opens up our inner strengths. It frees our trapped voices. It leads us to our pure, divine, essence.

When we embrace the truth that love is our truth; that love is our divine right to give and receive in pure form, we open ourselves to all of its gifts. Through the family I have created I have learned (and am still learning) this lesson. Love ripples back. It attracts to equal frequency. Pure, unconditional love, frees the soul’s truth. When we get there, we realize there are no constraints. We realize that there is no rejection or pain. We realize that it does not matter that our love cannot always be “returned” to match our frequency, not because we are unlovable, but because a fear exists that may not be our own.

Love, in reality, opens doors, it breaks barriers. When we live in the frequency of love, we free not only ourselves, but raise the collective energy of the world, helping to release the sticky web of fear.”

Thank you Alethea, I absolutely L-O-V-E your poetic words!

The Pond and the Glistening Heart

I finally found the pond in our local park the other day. I had heard there was one here, but never took the time to find it.

I wanted to be out in the sun, it has been a long winter. The wind was strong, but nice. The sun shown down warmly and cast a beautiful glistening light on the waves forming on the pond’s surface.

The pond

The frogs chirped endlessly, calling for their mate.

It all felt so relaxing. My daughter and I looked for crayfish (or a salamander) under a few rocks.

We sat by the edge of the water with some random sticks and played in the water. I drew a heart in the dirt and sat on a small perfect seat formed nearby. I took a photo of the heart and realized that the heart and the sun’s glistening light lined up perfectly.

sitting by the pond

Does the sunshine follow you around like the moon seems to, I pondered.

The sun represents the light of Heaven and Heaven is love. What a perfect alignment. My eye was drawn to look to the right, only to notice a feather. I think, perfect, a sign from above just as I am thinking thoughts of Heaven. I picked it up and put it with the heart I formed.

Love is all around. Angels are all around. I got my sign from them in the form of a feather. Life is pretty fabulous when you recognize that.

the heart and the sun’s glistening light lined up perfectly

We are loved so much. The signs are all around us, we just have to be open to receive them and to see them. Were these things coincidence—happening in a matter of minutes? I do not think so. As my one friend told me, it is a non-coincidence.

My daughter and I sat by the pond a long time that day. I wrote this blog sitting there, enjoying the music of the frogs and the occasional bird song. My intent was to enjoy the sun and nature today.

I am grateful my daughter brought paper and pencil for drawing and shared it with me so I can write this to share with you.

I look around, it would be a nice place to watch the sunset. I will save that for another day.

Yes, I kept the feather.

As we walked back into the woods and onto the trail, we saw a butterfly. Nature is so relaxing.

Bienvenue! Bienvenue! French During a Past Life Regression

Today, I had a regression with a little xenoglossy

Okay, I am pretty excited … If you know me much at all, you know I love France and all things French since I was very young. Through my work with past life regression, I know why … I had a past life there, quite posh, living in Nice in 1795 AD. I heard a lot more French being said, but I did not understand all of it. Here is what I did understand:

On the day I died in that life, my daughter saw my spirit. We made eye contact.

I said to her, “Je suis toujours là pour vous.” (Which means, “I am always here for you.”)

Being there for you is a common theme I have found throughout many lifetimes. I have witnessed others watching over me, waiting for me, being there for me upon my death (in a past life). I have also been there for others, once I passed over, as well. My spirit guides are definitely here for me now.

The Light (well, actually I took a photo of the sun, it looks just like it.)

It is a nice feeling. We are loved more than we know.

Over the last few weeks, I have been adding more information to each of the lifetimes I include in my book. Specifically, I have been adding information on what I see when I walk into The Light (which, by the way, always seems to be located to the right of wherever I am standing in spirit).

Today, while working with my life from 1795, I walked into the light and could hear everyone talking in French. I said to each of them, “Bonjour! Bonjour!” (Hello! Hello!) I hear replies, “Bienvenue! Bienvenue!” (Welcome! Welcome!) There was a huge welcoming party as I walked into The Light to return to Heaven. What a fun time!

In Hoping for That First Sign of Spring …

Today, I am thinking about sunshine (I miss it) and the excitement I feel when I see that first sign of spring. The robin poking around in the yard. The tiny green bud of a flower poking through the snow. Sigh.

It made me think of Shakespeare…

Shakespeare’s Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Cat's Whiskers - a flower from the botanical garden in Hawaii. Delicate and pretty.

WordPress Bloggers Should Utilize Gravatar

Hello bloggers on WordPress! Is your Gravatar updated?

Within the WordPress stats page, there is a section called “Referrers.” Some of the beautiful people who find your blog clicked on one of these site links to find you. Nearly every day I see the link http://en.gravatar.com/karenkubicko, my personal Gravatar page, listed as one of them.

What is a Gravatar? See that cute little square … near your name … on WordPress (and other sites)? That is your Gravatar. The Gravatar website describes it as such: “Your Gravatar is an image that follows you from site to site appearing beside your name when you do things like comment or post on a blog. Avatars help identify your posts on blogs and web forums, so why not on any site?”

I happened upon it by accident one day, early in my blog writing endeavor. I clicked on someone’s image that commented on one of my first few posts. Instead of linking to their blog (which is what I was hoping for, really) I was sent to a non-descript page with just a picture. No blog. No links.

Then it dawned on me.

Wait a minute. If I like or comment on someone’s blog and he or she clicks on my Gravatar image … I want them to find my blog post, not just my image. (I only blog on WordPress, so I am not sure if this applies to other blogging sites.)

I immediately clicked on my Gravatar and edited away. Under the “About Me” section, it allows room for a personal write-up. I uploaded my photo. I verified my Twitter and Facebook account. Under the “My Links” section, I added links to all my social media, including my blog, website, Facebook, Twitter, etc. It even let me update it with a custom background (my mandala of course).

This is great, I thought. What an easy way to list all social media on one cute little page. As an aspiring author, I was told I need followers.

Thank you, so much, for stopping by my blog. If you found me via my Gravatar, let me know. If you were prompted to update your Gravatar information today, let me know too (then I can find your blog and read some of your fabulous writings).

Now, I will try to meditate on which new photo to use. My sweet friend Rachel Aluise took so many good ones, I cannot decide. Here is just one …

Meditating by the pond

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Intention to Deliberately Formulate an Result


“A determination to act in a certain way.”

Intention is a tool that can be used to bring about change. With clear intent, we formulate a greater deliberateness in order to achieve the end result.

"My intention is to grow in a most joyful way," says the tree. Photo by Karen Kubicko

Just a reminder… Set your intention to be, do or have something truly wonderful.

We All Have Past Lives

Some past lives are easier to remember than others.

Some past lives, I am sure, we would like to re-forget. I know I have one. His story is Chapter 8 in my soon to be published book, Life Is Just Another Class—One Soul’s Journey Through Past Life Regression. I was a difficult man, never learning my life lesson during that incarnation. It took me five years to come to terms with this past life. Rest assured, I paid my karmic debt as a female, her story is in Chapter 12.

It is never easy to come to terms with the things you have done or the people you were in a past life. The strong emotions that come through help release the pent up (over one thousands years in some cases) feelings that are bursting through when someone remembers a particularly difficult past life.

My friend,  James Vitale, recognized that as his previous incarnation, he could have done better.  Here is James story on he came to terms with having been Arthur Edward Waite. Very cool James!!!

Arthur Edward Waite and James Vitale

Arthur Edward Waite and James Vitale

The Completed Manuscript for My Book: Life Is Just Another Class—One Soul’s Journey Through Past Life Regression

I finished writing and editing my book as far as I can. Now, I wait.

I feel great, wonderful, fabulous, fantastic …

I could go on …

Wish me luck as I venture into the publishing part of this process.

Life Is Just Another Class-One Soul's Journey Through Past Life Regression

(Now you know why there has not been a blog post in a while. lol. I missed you too.)

My First Experience of a Past Life Entering My Current Lifetime

While walking the long halls of high school, I passed by a girl I had not even met.

I felt disdain as soon as I looked at her. I knew instantly that I had a very deep feeling of dislike towards her. I was almost afraid of her.

I thought, “Why?”

It was odd, feeling so mad at someone I do not even know.

She was pretty, standing there laughing with some friends of mine. There was no reason to feel that way. I never met her before that day. She looked like a nice person.

My next thought went against my Catholic upbringing … I must have had a bad experience with her in a past life. Well, that explained it. I therefore immediately brushed off the bad feelings against her and continued walking to class.

This experience lasted for all of thirty seconds. I never really thought about past lives as a true occurrence before. I met her not long after this day; she was a genuinely nice person. I never let my guard down around her, as though I subconsciously needed to protect myself, somehow.

I always knew a few things about myself: I know I really liked the 1920s. (I absolutely love flapper clothing and hair.) I know I have an uncanny love of all things French. I offhandedly attributed these loves to a past life … but really … I said this half in jest up until the day I remembered my first past life. Now, (several past life regressions later) I know my strong 1920s and French love came from very fun past lifetimes.

As far as the girl, I saw and met in high school, I have never remembered her in a past life … yet.Do you see the second bird in the photo? I took this photo and did not notice her. It is perfect for this post.

BE THE FIRST TO READ CHAPTER 9 – the story of my lifetime as Howard Duish from the 1600’s. I include excerpts from seven additional chapters so you can learn how Howard made an impact in my current lifetime. Get your free download of Chapter 9 from Life is Just Another Class – One Soul’s Journey through Past Life RegressionFor more information.

When was the first time you experienced a thought/happening/etc. that made you think, “Oh, that has to come from a past lifetime.”

Remembering a Past Life is Easier than a Near Death Experience

Re-experiencing a past life is very similar to a near death experience. You do not have to be literally “near death” to see the light, angels or deceased loved ones. In my work with past life regression, I simply remembered dying in a past life. If I stayed in the moment just after my death, I always saw the beautiful, loving light … and often … more.

BE THE FIRST TO READ CHAPTER 9 – the story of my lifetime as Howard Duish from the 1600’s. I include excerpts from seven additional chapters so you can learn how Howard made an impact in my current lifetime. Get your free download of Chapter 9 from Life is Just another Class – One Soul’s Journey through Past Life RegressionFor more information.

We are never alone.

This beautiful sunset at Maui pales in comparison to the light we see after death

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