I just looked at my diary (which, thank God, I never look at much) but I noticed that on 28th October 2012, it said, I quote “British Summertime Ends’. I thought, God how terribly depressing and wondered in an instant, why they couldn’t be at least a little more positive about it all? Who writes diaries and who has a right to decide that my summer ends anyway? I think they should hang that doom merchant from an oak tree for writing that statement and replace it with The Season of Autumn Begins; bit nicer right?
As you probably guessed I have started to question most things now in my life, even the very days of the week. Are they actually necessary? Yes, essential to keep us working, essential to keep us in our place and taking our holidays at times that we are allowed, normally when everyone goes so it’s more bloody expensive!! Everything I come across that I do on Earth seems to be controlled for the benefit of someone else. Even more mystifying to me is the fact that we even created these control systems, all for ourselves!
The calendar, like most things we adhere to, is another human invention. Actually it has changed a few times. Why do we need seven days? What about five days a week with a weekend too, much better! We are living by a Christian calendar introduced by the Pope X111 in 1582. We are living by a set of a false dates and holidays. The winter and summer solstices in a cosmic sense, are real events for me, where the sun really is the closest and the furthest.
But who says my summer ends at all! If I want my summer to be summer on the 29th October then that’s my choice! I don’t want my diary to tell me anything at all that controls my life for the sake of other humans. Christ! Earth has work to do, guess that’s why He came?
It’s all up the spout, there are 13 moons a year and we were conned with 12 months. Easter was originally a festival of fertility and now we have to worry about someone being rather horribly crucified. Of course we don’t have to do anything but we do and can you believe it? The worst of all is that they have us all go shopping at Christmas! OH MY GOD WE WERE DONE, REAL BAD.
Easter for me is about fertility, planting in the garden, making babies, opening the windows for the first time and oh yes, eating loads of chocolate, that’s OK. Just as Autumn for me is about burning the leaves in the garden and throwing out the old. But when you look at it, it’s all horribly out of sync. Why did we try to forget how old humanity is? It’s the year 2012. Well, no it’s not actually. It’s probably more like the year 500,000,000,000,012. You see, there probably was energy kicking around that created us but we seem to have tried to forget all about why and where we were created. Ahaa! No time to think about it right? Well, look at your calendar that you subscribe to and there lies your answer.
Who did create us and why do we, like willing lemmings leaping off the cliff, we believe that it’s a Tuesday for example when there is no such thing as a Tuesday. It’s just a convenient word to control us to make us believe there are seven days a week. The calendar is designed for workers and not for thinkers. Thinkers are dangerous, that’s why.
Why don’t we have a three-day weekend? Why do we count the days at all? Why bother with all this nonsense of counting. Counting days and years makes us tune into our age, which in itself is another “fear factor”. I am 48 years old… am I? Who says? I only experience the present.
And what of time, who says it’s three o clock, well it might not be so. It isn’t the third hour of anything as we are in a constant moment of the present. That’s all we actually experience. So why look back or forward when the future and the past can only exist in the moment of now, so, well, they don’t exist then. Time is an invention not a law. At least not the way we see it, with hours days and years. Our “time” doesn’t work does it? Hmmm, another coincidence? I don’t think so. Our time stopped us from thinking about multi-dimensional time as we refuse to listen to any other concepts since the Pope saw the opportunity to control the days and subsequent thinking.
British summertime never ended for me as it never started nor did Fridays or Mondays for that matter and oddly, I fell for it myself. I send this out every Friday! I should do it when the time is right. What time is that then? I ask you. Every second of the day is my right time as that is all I actually experience. Don’t wait till tomorrow, for your time, it doesn’t exist! It’s always now.
Make yourself present
Yours timelessly!
Angus 