R.I.P, Keegan my friend

Last night a friend of mine and of my son’s passed away.

He was only 19. His whole life ahead of him. It is horrible when the young ones get reaped away.

He had survived Covid, already; but he wasn’t entirely well yet, and then he was in a car accident, injured critically. He died in hospital a few days later.

Fly free, young soul. Deep condolences to your mom and your family.

Burning bridges, and Beautiful Ireland

Pink Floyd’s “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” has long been a favourite for me.

But today for the first time I actually read the history of the song, and I was – slightly taken aback. For the first time I understand what they mean with “you wore out your welcome with random precision”. Well, that ties right in with one of my three words for 2021: Boundaries.

[Here’s the link; educate yourselves! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shine_On_You_Crazy_Diamond]

It also ties in well with the audiobook I’m listening to – Stephen Covey’s “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People”. The habit I’m revising right now is “Win-Win – or No Deal”.

This is interesting, because while most people tend to think just “win”, they don’t really care if they hurt or benefit another as long as they win, of course in the long run win-win is the only stable strategy. But there are enough people who don’t want to play; they either want to see you lose (or they don’t feel they have won), or they want to sacrifice themselves to see you win. Neither is healthy. So “Win-win, or no deal at all” is a position one can take and be pretty immovable about it.

And “or no deal” is about setting boundaries. Nobody sacrifices themselves. Nobody pushes another over.

Rare sight: You don’t often spot them courting

Regarding “Karen”

People, really!

Have you ever read a book or watched a movie, and discovered that the villain shared YOUR NAME?

What did you do with that book or movie? Did you put it aside, switch it off, give it away – or did you read or watch to the end, cringing every time and trying to associate with the villain? Or trying to defend the villain? Or having to add “not me” in your mind every time the name was mentioned?

Now imagine this is not a movie: It’s Real Life.

Someone has decided that YOUR NAME, which happens to be Karen, an insanely common name, stands for everything they hate about white women. From bad hairstyles to bad attitudes to whatever, you name it.

Every time someone says “she’s a real Karen”, you, who are a genuine Karen, cringe. It hurts. You know what they mean. They are hating on the name, piling manure on it. All over social media, wherever you look.

Every Karen I personally ever encountered, is a nice person. Karen means “beloved”. If you are privileged to have that beautiful name, hold your head up high and remember you were given it by your parents who love you. Not by some brainless little twits on social media.

It is worse than that tough: A whole demographic ( young to middle-aged white women) is being maligned here. People, have you learnt nothing??

Here is my wish:

May every last brainless little twit who references a “real Karen” that way, experience the same level of bullying about something that is genuinely about them. Something they can’t change. Like, their name. Or their face. Or possibly, their (brand-new, never used) brain.

That would be Karma.

Be ashamed! Be very ashamed.

(The deep irony of this is that the original “Karen” from the meme isn’t actually even a Karen. She goes by another name. But neither is it ok to take that other name and drag it through the mud, because there are thousands of women by that name too who haven’t done anything. — A few years back there was something similar about “Steve”. Some brain-dead company vilified the name in an advert. It turned into a meme. They had to face a class action suit by people named Steve.)

(Disclaimer: I’m not mad often. But when I am, I’m hoping to make Waves!)

St Valentine’s Special – Smashwords

In remembrance of LOVE, we decided to honour St Valentine’s Day at P’kaboo.

The way we do this is by offering all our titles for the nominal price of $1.

The coupon code is SK83F; the link is:


OR visit:


and contact us (via the options on “Contact” page) to organize yourself $1 copies of any of the ebooks we have on our site (which are more than on Smashwords).

The offer is open until end of February, and is a definite direct result of Lockdown Fatigue

Filters and Paradigms

According to Deepak Chopra, ageing is a mistake our body makes. Or rather, a mistake we make and our body expresses.

Have you come across those memes with a square block packed with letters, and the first four words you see are supposed to have special meaning?

Well maybe they do! If you look on 2 different days, you’ll see two different sets of words. Have you considered why?

It’s the filter through which we look at the letter scramble. Two people can listen to the same speech and get completely different messages; depending on how they interpret what the speaker is saying, with their own world view.

Now: Don’t get defensive: We all do this! Each brain is such a unique combination of neurons and light flickering; each person has such a unique history of growing up and learning, and even genetic predisposition. If one considers genetic variety, and how it differentiates all of us into individuals, and then overlays every person’s unique history, family set and what they have been exposed to, the differences become practically infinite.

So, there is no such thing as objectivity. There is a Truth that is “out there”; but consider that we can only perceive it (perceive every fact about the solid world) through our unique senses, and then have it involuntarily filtered through our perfectly unique brain that is in a constant state of flux and (hopefully) still learning every day…

(by now the readers that haven’t wandered off to raid the fridge, have possibly fallen asleep)

to get to the point:

If your mind shows you a Swan, in context of sending you a life message you should pay attention to, it isn’t because the swan quite by accident swam into view. (Or the owl nearly hit your windscreen.)

Of course it did that. But that is not the point.

In the same picture there may be a wren; a boat; a seagull; a mouse; there may even be a seal (but you failed to spot it). There may be a salmon breaching (significant image in Irish mythology). But your mind didn’t pay attention to any of them, it fixated on the swan.

Clearly, it is your mind trying to send itself a life message by reaching into your own subconscious mind, and using whatever is at hand – a cloud shaped like Arch Michael, or the Swan. It is a message, from yourself to yourself, trying to get your attention.

It is significant. For you.

Do pay attention.

… gipsika …

Happy New Year

Sitting here with the Angels as company, listening to the silence – and to my youngest, sleepless like me, pacing, pacing, pacing in her bedroom upstairs as she listens to her music over the headphones.

It is otherwise so quiet, I can hear them – the high zinging voices of the Angels (no, it’s not tinnitus 😀 ). If she weren’t pacing, it might get quiet enough that I could also hear the twittering of the Little Folk, the pixies and other little nature spirits living with us. There are nights that I do.

2020 despite Covid was not a bad year for us. It was filled with unexpected new friendship, and beautiful new experiences (between lockdowns). Also, I made massive progress on the path towards my most important current goals. Which included working very hard at the day job and taking every opportunity that presented itself.

It is winter again though, and, a year wiser than last, I have chosen my words for the year again – Observe And Listen. Last year it was simply “Listen”, and I realized that I also need to observe. Another important concept here is “Boundaries”. Especially where time, responsibilities, work load sharing, giving and taking, budgeting vs spending, in short, everything is concerned.

Four spirit animals were sent my way in close encounters this past year. They were: Fox; Dolphins; Otter, and lastly, to me alone, Owl. I have googled all their meanings, but I am still left thinking, no, the message is more personal than common lore about spirit animals. Once again by listening, I will figure it out.

I have also by now firmly established that the Darkness of this time of year does not only affect me; and its effect on me is probably not even very deep as compared to many people. I remember writing about Darkness madness, in Solar Wind 2 (Antarctic winter) and again in 5, when they head out to space. I’m encountering it here first-hand. To my fellow seasonal moodswing troupers: It’s not just the Vitamin D, though that plays a role. It’s the actual amount of light, and sunlight in particular. This winter, I feel especially sorry for everyone who is on their own, locked down.

On the work front: As I am not relenting with my quest for excellence in the day-job and journey of self-development (to recover and help establish the children’s futures), there is not much time and energy left for books. Nevertheless I am determined to put out at least the books we have been working on for the last 18 months now, within this coming year. There are more that I would like to prepare and publish, but I will not make promises at this point because of the time limitations mentioned above.

I’m for once not entirely sure which audience I’m writing this post for. I know you peeps are watching for P’kaboo posts, which this is not; it’s more of a post-midnight ramble and a wish that all of you may have a good year 2021. I do believe we can’t be kept in lock-down forever, and that things will swing back up in every way. I do believe that humankind will get a grip on how to deal with pandemics.

With that, I’m signing off, see you all later.

*** gipsika ***