After a conversation back and forth with chat GPT about the solar cross calendar idea. This is a summary that it wrote. Thought (and curious) to see what other people think, and constructive feedback is always appreciated. ✌️🌞🌍🌀 Chapter: The Logic of the Solar Cross Calendar The harmony of mathematics, astronomy, and timeless rhythm 1. The Idea The Solar Cross Calendar starts from two universal facts. The solar year — 365.24 days — and the four solar gateways: the equinoxes and solstices. These are real, measurable, and the same for everyone on Earth. No religion, culture, or history can change them. They are simply how the planet moves. The idea is to create a calendar that follows that movement directly. Not a system of names and months from empires, but one that comes from the actual geometry of Earth and Sun. It divides the year into 13 months of 28 days — a perfect 364-day circle — and then corrects for the extra fraction of a day with a simple rhythm of “days out of time.” 2. The Mathematical Framework Thirteen times twenty-eight is 364. One day short of the solar year. That missing 1.24 days is balanced through a clear and predictable rule: - One “day out of time” every year - An extra day every four years - Skip one every hundred - Add a week every 540 years for precession This keeps the calendar in line with the real solar year for thousands of years. It is as accurate as the Gregorian system, but simpler and easier to visualize. Each year begins on the Spring Equinox, the natural point of renewal. 3. The Fourfold Year The Earth’s path around the Sun is not perfectly even. It moves faster near January and slower near July. So the four seasons are not equal in length — spring and summer are slightly longer than autumn and winter. In this calendar, each season is 13 weeks. That even structure holds balance, while the “floating” 13th month — divided into four separate weeks tied to each solstice and equinox — allows for the natural variation of orbital speed.

Before: When I was a kid, I was in love with learning. I soaked things up like a sponge. I had straight A’s, teachers loved me, and my parents loved me for it. I also had a love for food that far exceeded all the kids around me. Since my parents never really cooked, I learned how to make food for myself. Starting with scrambled eggs and working my way up to homemade pasta and more. Cooking was my passion and a way of giving my love to others. Eventually, I went to college to study Food Science, studying why food does what it does. Crisis: When I got to college, I thought I knew what I was going to do. I was going to make the next hit food item. I wanted to see people all over the world eating something I created. But then I had my first internship, and all of that changed. My days were spent in a quality lab, doing stuff I could’ve easily been taught to do right out of high school. By the end of the internship all I could think was, “What am I even doing in college?” When I hit my major specific classes junior year, this unhappiness with the food system continued to grow. Why weren’t Food Scientists learning about agriculture and sustainability? All we needed to graduate were classes that taught us how to make tasty products and increase their shelf life. It didn’t help that every class wanted me to cram 500+ facts into my head just to spit it back onto a piece of paper. Junior year was hard. The more I learned about the food system, the more I wanted to burn it all down… my classes, the food industry, everything. Hate started ruling my life more than love. Chase: I started looking for a way out, chasing anything that gave me the possibility of not selling my soul to the system. I learned about the power of leveraging other people’s time/money through investing, but I never committed to it because investing never resonated with me. Then I thought about becoming a regenerative farmer. I have high respect for that life, but after my next internship on a farm, I knew that that life wasn’t for me. What other option was there?

You know back in the day, when you were a child, and you played as your future self, mimicking adults' lives in your imagination? I was this child big time. I was really living it! I knew everything about what I wanted and why; what I didn’t want and why; and even who I was. Truth is, I was channelling my higher self. I used to always be driven to experience life to the fullest. Always wanted to do the best activities, always had the best ideas (Aquarius Jupiter in my 5th house of play + my sidereal Pisces Moon sextile Neptune, play really was fire). I was a businesswoman, I was a mother, I was channelling everything I wished to be (the ancient female warriors of my family line were alive and well in me). In my teenage and young adult years, I was actively engaged in a children's non-profit association; my friends and I were actors in the local theatre club; I was involved in political organisations and met some great people; and even had other friends and colleagues in different political organisations. I was vibing, and it wasn’t even about politics; it was about the aliveness of being part of the collective! Politics has always been in my family line; I even have some really good stories about the Portuguese “Revolução dos Cravos”. For me, the collective experience has always been about the amazing energy one can feel when everyone has the same intention. And funny enough, I never had a rigid belief; I always thought the light force behind it was what made it alive and real. I even noticed first-hand that when the collective's intention fades or gets corrupted (because the water bearers drank all the water) the whole system breaks. I believe it’s not even the time, space, or even the people that make it; it’s a higher purpose. I really thought life was always going to be like that; an ever-ending collective search for an ideal. Growing up, school was a bit of a struggle. I only liked school because I could hang out with my friends. Classes were boring, and I couldn’t stand still without looking outside the window, imagining whatever I wished to be happening. The public school system became increasingly dysfunctional; some of my teachers were struggling with serious depression and even addiction. Then came college, and my witnessing of dysfunction only grew larger, as I experienced huge irresponsibility and social dysfunction in a collapsing and unequal system (the city was collapsing, I spent 4 hours in public transports per day, for four years, just to be able to get my degree).

Hello everyone!! ✌️Just wanted to drop some of the tools I've been using over the last 5~6 years, as I've been learning — and still am — learning about the 16 Personality types and Jung's psychology. Because I really think that the task of knowing yourself is a big one and can be difficult in the beginning! At the start of any journey, this is of major importance, and now more than ever, you will be able to with the support of this beautiful community! 💗 I think it would be super cool if everyone started dumping their types in the comments and helping everyone to understand how to type themselves eheh 🫠🙀 Below are links to the 16 Personalities tests, a guide, and the Enneagram test. I've found these tests to be more accurate (I warn of 2 things: personality tests have been demonstrated to type you inaccurately 50% of the times, the more you test yourself and gain knowledge about this, the better AND if the websites ask you for information like email or something more for you to insert; I don't have anything to do with the creators behind these tools, I've read and learned from this mentors for a while now and the tools have always been great even tho I haven't used them in more recent times!) I've been typed wrongly for some tests that said I'm an ENTJ or INFP, but mostly I've always been typed as an INFJ, as then my inner resonance confirmed. This is an example of what you actually sound like once you start to really type yourself: INFJ UD|SF; 5w4; taurus sun, aries moon, virgo ASC (tropical)//aries sun, pisces moon, virgo ASC (sidereal) Ahahah 🤣, what about you?? https://udja.app/test/yourself https://www.humanmetrics.com/personality/test https://www.truity.com/test/type-finder-personality-test-new https://www.truity.com/test/enneagram-personality-test

I had a loooong, very long text... because once I start writing I can’t stop and everything just comes to mind and it gets all confusing... So, to make it easier to share, and more digestible, while keeping the important parts, I asked ChatGPT to make a summary of each point. By the way, when I read the summary, it used “you” instead of “I,” so it felt like reading the words of someone else who knew my story, and it really moved me. Seeing some of those phrases helped me gain a new perspective on myself. Just for that, I’m truly thankful. ^^ 1. Before “The cage called perfection” I grew up walking on eggshells always alert, measuring every move so no one would yell, judge, or reject me. I learned early to silence myself, to predict reactions, to be the “good girl” everyone would accept. My dreams of being a dancer, or a singer, even an athlete stayed hidden under layers of shame and fear of “being too much.” I became the caretaker, the listener, the one who made others feel safe because deep down I longed for that same safety. By my early twenties, living in France, the cost of always pleasing others had hollowed me out. I were trapped in a job I disliked, a relationship that dimmed my light, and a mind drowning in exhaustion. The mask cracked when depression and agoraphobia took over, and even my dog Annya that I got once I realise if I was waiting for the right time it would not come, after my first suicide attempted. I got her also to help me with my depression and agoraphobia. But my "demons know how to swing", and Annya became both my anchor and my guilt as my agoraphobia went for 2 years. I stayed alive mostly for her… and for my mother. 2. Crisis “Enough was enough” By 2013, despair had reached its limit. I thought going back to Portugal might help, but instead I began planning my death, even thinking of how to spare others the inconvenience. Then came an unexpected call from my mother in Switzerland needing help for a surgery. If doing the surgery she would be at least 3 month unable to to things alone. Without knowing how, I said "I go to be with you and help you". That decision seemingly small, purely for her interrupted my plan to die. I didn’t go because I was healed, I went despite being broken. But that act of choosing to help became the first invisible thread pulling me toward life again.