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.

My Story — and Why I Am Who I Am Today I grew up in a small village, a free, carefree child—always in the forest, between fields, and up in fruit trees. I loved discovering, observing, and losing myself in nature.I was raised in a Christian family, prayed regularly, and spoke to God. Home was warm and loving. Part of my childhood unfolded at medieval fairs, with cannons, fire kitchens, and a great sense of freedom. I was allowed to be among the adults—listening, learning, trying out crafts. There was singing, dancing, and playing with fire—there I felt freer than anywhere else. When I was seven, a very close friend died. In that moment, the world I had known was shaken. Panic attacks and deep fears became constant companions. My body trembled, my heart raced, and I felt as if I might die at any moment.The illusion of control crumbled. I understood: life ends—sometimes much sooner than we think. Children die, too. This certainty did something to me that I could no longer push away. I tried to ignore the fear. During the day, play and bustle distracted me. At night, alone in bed, it returned—the fear of death. My mother did her best, yet I felt her worry and helplessness. So I kept my fears more and more to myself. I began asking God questions: Who are you? Are you there? Do you protect me? I asked because I knew no other way.From the fear grew psychological strain, self-doubt, and resignation. I withdrew and spent much of my childhood and youth alone. With the onset of puberty came a phase of inner numbness. I cried a lot, felt unloved, and was convinced I would always be alone.When I started my vocational training, a new environment brought the chance for a fresh start. I found friendships, joy in life, and could finally be who I truly was again. In the course of that, I visited a place called Taizé, which fundamentally changed my view of religion and faith. That time was full of self-reflection and personal development, which deeply influenced my growth.

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My breakthrough story is one that starts and stops, sometimes regresses, yet I’ve always been certain that I would eventually meet the future version of myself — even if I wasn’t sure when I would finally succeed. Since childhood, my awareness has always been high, and I could never make sense of the negativity, toxic energy, and destruction created by the people around me. While I lived with a rose garden inside me, the outer world felt like a desert. Always a sense of lack, always a problem… It felt like a software glitch, and I was searching for ways to fix it. I’m 33 now, and throughout my life I tried to transform the people I welcomed into my world — without judging, belittling, or excluding them. I held them close. Yet many of them dug their thorns and claws into me, as if to remind me to invest in myself, not in the outside world. I went through very heavy traumas because I was exposed to psychological and physical violence in high school. I wasn’t even aware that I was popular, smart, or beautiful, because my mind was always focused on winning people over and transforming them. I tried to change even their dark hearts, not realizing that in the process I was sacrificing myself. I stepped into the matrix with my art and ideas to inspire the world — I realized this during my university years. But being a people-pleaser kept me from fulfilling my true purpose. Love, I now understand, is not drifting away from yourself for someone else, but becoming even more free with that person. I finally learned that transformation and change must arise from within a person and depend on their potential. And last week, I stopped waiting for people to change. The optimistic curtain that made me project everyone into some “potential version” finally lifted from my eyes. Now the only person I project, build, and design is myself. I even named it “Version Zero.” It’s a journey from essence to soul, from the moment I was born, to my childhood, to my transformation into a young woman. But it unfolds outside of linear time — a reverse transformation, a method of purity, innocence, and cleansing. Like erasing the matrix’s programming backwards.

I’ve been sitting and reflecting a lot with the intention of showing up more authentically in this space. Not just as a facilitator but more so as someone walking this path together with everyone. Learning, sharing, pushing past barriers and so I finally want to share a piece of my story, from a place inside me that finally feels safe to be seen. For most of my life (like many of us) I have felt like I dont belong. Growing up I was always too tall, too big, too sensitive, too different. Bullied in school, disconnected and ashamed of my body, constantly morphing myself to be liked. I learnt early on to hide and shrink the parts of me that didn’t fit in, that this was the safest way to exist. As I got older, I searched for belonging through parties, substances, relationships, and performance. From the outside, everything looked good in my life. I traveled, was part of groups of friends, and was out having fun. But inside I felt so lost and scared. I was constantly anxious, felt dark and depressed and had no idea who I really was. completely disconnected. There have been a few different times over the last 15 years where deep rooted and repressed memories and emotions have rose to the surface. And at some point the things I was using to escape and run from what was coming up, stopped working or sent me even further into a terrifying darkness. Patterns kept repeating, and the emptiness I felt was completely swallowing me and my life. It was at a point in 2019 where I was really forced to look at myself and make the decisions to choose myself and my healing. I came home to Ireland, just before covid hit. But it wasn’t just moving back home to my parents, it was the beginning of something a lot deeper. I began to turn to nature. Walking barefoot, crying, singing, sitting. Nature held me when nothing else could. Just being in the hills, in the rain, wind, (sometimes) sun and letting my body feel and start to move everything that I had been holding in and onto. I began deepening my daily practices- breathing, journaling, moving my body and pulling oracle cards. I began expressing my creativity through making, learning and mixing music. Something inside me began to wake up and I began to feel more connected to myself, my life, and the divine.