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

Oh God, what have I done? I have cooked the goose a bit, as I promised that every Friday I would send out my Friday light without fail…! Only death would stop me. To be honest, I don’t think that would either. I am now your dedicated servant to open thought… Hmm and now I have exactly 40 minutes before I leave for Maastricht for a meal with the lovely people from Aquarius.

For those of you that don’t know, they make fine lollipop and bagging equipment and here I am in a lovely quiet hotel in the woods near their factory.

But now I have realised that some people actually want to read this post! … so I cant let them down. So I will rise to the challenge of writing about two things that I dreamed of last night.

The first thought that struck me was a simple one but a question indeed and for me at least, it has not been answered. We have 12 months, 12 signs of the Chinese astrological charts, 12 hours and we are in the year 2012 and shortly it will be the 12th of the 2012 year. 12 if you look at what the number means, is also major number in numerology.

But as I slept last night I woke up, as I always do with strange thoughts, I had a vision of 13 moons in a year but I could not see one of them. So of course .. the message is, why then do we have 12 months? Did we forget that such a graceful object was in the sky at all? Are we so blind that even massive great planets seem to be almost invisible? But most people are blind to the greatest things. The moon influences our seas, moods and even human cycles of the body. So what wise crack said twelve months? I want to talk to him… or her? They got it wrong, basically.

What is more interesting is that the number 13 in numerology means- the breaking away of conventional wisdom. In my opinion, the number 13 was only made unlucky by certain religions and traditions a long time back. Another stupid idea. WHY ARE HUMANS SO STUPID? I think this is a great example of how humans can be manipulated into order, which is generally the case with the human race. We are mostly an agreeable bunch that work hard and do things mainly we are told as that’s how they were done.

But this does not help us evolve as a human race if we still hold onto old values. Lets face it, there are more important things to think about (in a universal sense that is) than whether Man United wins a cup in football. We forget to look out of the window and think for ourselves. There are 13 moons a year and that to me, this is enough evidence to suggest that we should start looking at everything and questioning whole shebang. That’s just for starters, what about all the books we read and how we accept all that goes on around us? Like people willingly starving each other or other such hobbies we seem to have got quite skilled at.

I said that I only had 40 minutes. I am literally writing without thought. But as I said last week, this is when we make the best discoveries. The mind, if it thinks too much, produces toxins that only make us stressed. There are far easier ways to find knowledge and wisdom. You can’t think wisdom, you can only receive.

Here’s to the number that we all forgot about and tried to make unlucky. Nice try but it doesn’t work and should not work on most humans from now on.

Oh, the second thing to think about on the way from home is that — success is your ability to remain happy while becoming what you think becoming a success is. Think about it. You will never be happy anyway if you believe in the concept of success as there is an endless and eternal, limitless goal of the evolution of Human Life.

Have a lovely Friday.
Angus

Mind what you think about, most of it is worth throwing away!
It appears almost certain to me now that we have all suffered somewhat from a curious malnutrition of the mind. This malaise has come to such an acute condition, that it could take you and I some time before this unwelcome friend has been eradicated from the conscience. You see, we have all been suffering from such cerebral malnutrition, that it affects our very nature that impels us to act and be humans ‘enjoying being human’. What I am referring to is the junk food that we willingly supply our minds with and continue to overfeed ourselves with until we are sick in the head. We concentrate too much on the stomach and rarely take into consideration the most important organ inhabiting our bodies; our minds! And let’s face it, that is what we use to focus on what we see in the world.

We feed our minds with banal trash most of the time, we reach for the profit and loss reports out of habit, we plough through safety reports, school reports, and badly written emails from people we don’t know and trawl most willingly through mindless newspaper headlines looking for that one article that could rescue our very souls from materialistic suffocation. We know deep down that such a combination of words that can rescue us may never be written by any organisation, as all we ever seem to read is complete nonsense fuelled by a rather sad and hopelessly lost cause to try and sell us something, make us do something or be something that we have no intention of being. We are in great need of a literary bath, a smooth caressing and cleansing of the functions of the mind.

My beloved readers, for once, just give your mind some nourishment and think for a moment of absolutely nothing! The act of not thinking is indeed a very powerful state of being. Something I plan to do more of. Not thinking creates space for some rather more nourishing thought.

I am quietly confident in my assumption that I present to you today on this rather wet Friday afternoon. This was proven to me last week by your welcomed feast of emails you kindly sent to me, which I instantly devoured after sending my first Friday Light. I thank you all for your mails to me in response to my first Friday Light that rescued my very soul.

We are not alone in thinking … the world is wrong about most things and we are right. The world is insane for choosing to concentrate on destructing itself and now walking over fellow humans for gain is commonplace and almost accepted. But I don’t accept it. For quite some time I thought I was on my own charging over the hills into the darkness on my beautiful horse feeling I was the only soldier to fight what seemed to be, until now at least, the lost but noble cause of our right to have both stimulated and happy minds.

In the end it doesn’t matter what shit you think of all week as long as on Friday you realise it was all really shite and at last you can unwind and see that you are not alone in the quest to eradicate such terrible thoughts of what you did at work or worries of bills, relationships, illness and other badly chosen nourishments you selected to feed your mind with. In the end we can fill our minds with so much worry and crap that we decide to leave them altogether. At this stage people say we are finally out of our minds, but we have made that choice as to stay in our minds was too painful. The choice is ours in the end. So I choose to clean mine out if I can before the rot sets in!

Things don’t actually have meaning, it is the meaning that you give them that matters.

So the question now I pose this Friday is, what then and indeed does feed the mind? I have come to the assumption over many years that thinking of nothing can be the mind’s greatest food in times of such malnutrition. It’s like creating a cerebral dustbin. A kind of cleansing not unlike the cleaning out of the colon is in order. I need to eradicate the infection of my thoughts that is filled my head with so much nonsense from the week. I guess that is why I am writing this on a Friday – it gives you and I a slim, but hopefully welcome chance, to erase negative thoughts and such irritations that disturb the natural process of being happy.

We cant make ourselves happy, you can’t buy it, or snap your fingers and be it at will. Happiness is s state of the mind and I ask, what is your chance of happiness if you have filled your mind with so much cerebral junk food? You have choked the very engine of happiness that has been struggling to fire up for years. Could I be asking for a miracle? Yes I guess I could, but I believe in them. If 10,000 people giggled just a tiny bit or took a deep breath and said, hey that wasn’t so bad last week. My state of happiness is made by you being happier than had you not read my piece this week. Happiness is a result of what lies in the programming of the soul.

Just by thinking of what makes us happy creates the state; think about it, what is it for you? Playing in the garden with the kids, walking in the park, skiing down the Alps with the cold wind in your face, giving a few Euros to a homeless man in the street in Cologne. In the end we don’t make ourselves happy, its not possible, happiness is something that we give to ourselves through our perception of our actions.

Bon Apetite !

PS – Ditched the word ‘ blog’ from my Friday Light – its certainly a rather vulgar word that oddly and most pleasingly, actually suits most blogs so they can keep that word to themselves.

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This is the Friday light newsletter from the Angus Kennedy that demands no money, no commitment, no requirement to do or be anything other that what and who you are and more importantly who you should be or could be with relatively small action.

You see, I write this blog for a hobby. I have been writing for many years. We decided to pull my regular column that used to appear in Kennedy’s Confection magazine (the funeral was a depressing affair) and subsequently I had a number of completely delicious complaints asking me to return from the dead and write my page again. So here I am!  Moreover here we are, the old Candid page re-done and so light anyone can read it. I am sorry that you might wonder why you receive this, well all I can say is that I have sent it to everyone I have ever met in my life.

Right now I should be working selling, emptying the dishwasher and doing all the mindless things that predictably get us nowhere in life. Instead I am committing some time to the pure enjoyment of writing for you every Friday so that you perhaps and at the very least, can take yourself away from what you were doing and share some thoughts with your dedicated philosopher, writer and most helplessly incurable cynic. Cynicism is the final blessing from God; it comes when you don’t believe it.

Now I am free from my page that used to appear in a confectionery business magazine, well, oh my God, we travel together, you and I to the end of the Universe and back with blogtent that I would not know how or why it existed. So get ready for lift off my dedicated passengers. But please tell your friends first before we take off, we have some room for a few passengers and ask them to follow that mad Angus by clicking at the bottom of the page to send to a friend in need of a cynic.

I am an extreme conscious writer. When I say that, I believe that what I write does not really come from me (my mind). Rather another place. Let’s leave it at that. All you need to care about is whether or not you find me interesting or not and I applaud you if you have no wish to read my regular blog of which I completely respect your decision. For those of you left, all 10,000 of you of course, its time for lift off! WE have much to do much to talk about and to share.

What I do now is my gift for you. Like an artist paints the street with crayons, I seek no payment and I do not stand by my words waiting for the money to fill my tin. WE give, we receive, it happens. By giving to you I am giving to myself, its already happened. My enjoyment comes from the feeling that over 10,000 people from kings to Queens, Prisoners to Taxidermists (is that how you spell it?!) can read my Friday Light blog. It’s an honour to be read by all.

This is the first one of its kind in an electronic format, a collector’s piece! Indeed for when I am famous! (That was a law of attraction comment). I must say that this is rather tame introduction for a man that is dead and having a near life experience. But lets save looking out of the window foe when we leave this beautiful plant that man is trying so hard to wreck.

This is an experience we share together to become one, a force that believes that there is nothing better than to question life and question what the hell we are actually doing with it- what we do and why. This is a cerebral energy drink to fuel the decision to take the chance, break the mould, become, be, experience, object, disbelieve, stand your ground and to not to fall into the trap of a lifeless and dull mindless existence of sitting on the train coming home from work and never seeing your kids and wondering what life is for. Worse still, never having kids or even meeting anyone to have them with because we are too busy or broke, tired or upset about something that is not worth the tears. The seductive sheets of materialism can appear to be all there is.

Hmmm, I feel like Angus Kennedy again, writing, being and being received, it’s a small requirement of you to read a little and make a man into what he should be. Just a little read every Friday. In return I become what I am and I hereby set about in my task to help my audience be what they want. SO – TAKE A CHANCE. Be spontaneous, do what you feel, apply less thought. I had an idea to make my page digital; it just came to my head. I didn’t plan that, just did it. I had an idea to make chocolate bugs for a major TV show and they took me on. I didn’t plan it or think it either. Opportunity is there every day, our ability to see it isn’t.

You have the weekend ahead. What will come to your head? What is it that talks to you, drives you, will make you, save you, inspire you? So ladies, gentlemen, artists, robbers, millionaires and catalysts of the very engine of all thought that makes the world evolve, I welcome you to contribute my soul and heart at your service. Together we create the force of thought that will drive the world to higher places. I make no apologies for what you will read in the future. Be prepared for lift off to unthought-of of areas of the mind and soul that extreme conscious writing will take us both. I just can’t wait!

A bientot mes amies
Angus Kennedy

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