Time ‘flips’ along the ecliptic (at sunset) at different orders of magnitude—on different scales—simultaneously. The layers of time nest within themselves like Russian dolls. Sundown is the smallest scale of the “flip,” when our perspective on time changes, our lens flipping from concave to convex. But this flip occurs on several different scales at once; time’s lens is myriad.
Time “contracts”? A new date becomes the central zero around which time rotates? What does that mean? It means thinking about time on a new scale—one that accounts for time’s dilation and its simultaneity.
A single rotation—360 days—is not a year. A single rotation is a day. Once there have been 7 “days,” i.e. 7 x 360 or 2520 days, the new unit for a “day” becomes 2520. After that, the new unit for a single day becomes 2520 x 7, or 17640 “days.” And so on.
For the June 7, 1969 Alethea, today I will be born for the first time. But for the September 23, 2017 Alethea, today I will be born again—as I have been born again every day for the past 17640 days.
The number of days between dates that correspond is 27,729, which is a little more than 360 x 70 (25200) plus 360 x 7 (2520). If there was an eclipse on June 20, 2020, just subtract 27,729 days, and you will find there was another eclipse (in this case, on July 20, 1944). The path of the July 20, 1944 eclipse so strikingly parallels that of the June 20, 2020 eclipse, that I have wondered is perhaps a parallel universe was born on that day, in which the plot to kill Hitler succeeded. Of course, parallel universes, if they are possible, would be branching forth all the time, but some would have more dramatic impacts on the path of the universe than others.
Again, if all time exists at once, and has already happened, the phrase “a parallel universe was born on that day” is somewhat misleading. What might be more accurate would be to say the two eclipse dates are superimposed. Or perhaps to say that light forked on that day, ultimately finding its way to the same outer ring via two different paths (although the phrases “ultimately,” and “finding its way” are also misleading).
93 million miles isn’t the distance to the sun. We are the sun. 93 million miles is our circumference.
It could be I’ve been staring at the maths of the cosmos for far too long. But it has all started to look like mirror images to me. Is time circling a future “center”—a black sun or black hole—into which we cannot see?