Dwtw
"Apsidal precession (Earth's orbit's major axis) = 112,000 yr, combines with the 25,770 yr precession to make it about 21,630 years for the Vernal Equinox to cycle 360 degrees."
WSU Dept. of Physics and Astronomy
"The Earth's apsidal precession slowly increases its argument of periapsis; it takes about 112,000 years for the ellipse to revolve once relative to the fixed stars. The Earth's polar axis, and hence the solstices and equinoxes, precess with a period of about 26,000 years in relation to the fixed stars. These two forms of 'precession' combine so that it takes between 20,800 and 29,000 years (and on average 23,000 years) for the ellipse to revolve once relative to the vernal equinox..."
Geophysical Journal Int'l and US Naval Observatory, via wikipedia
Litlluw
O.L.
21,630 years
Factors. Factors. Always new Factors popping up. And these new Factors require the consideration of a new Dimension. I believe this is known as expansion of consciousness. Our sanity is probably safer with the "time is different here and there" axiom.
Our sanity is probably safer with the "time is different here and there" axiom.
And probably it's not. "Not here as There": now that's a different kettle of fish.
"Apsidal precession (Earth's orbit's major axis) = 112,000 yr, combines with the 25,770 yr precession to make it about 21,630 years for the Vernal Equinox to cycle 360 degrees." ...
So according to the reckoning of this system (which I know not well) is it known exactly when it is that we enter into the Age of Aquarius (when peace "will guide the planets" and love "steer the stars")?
Our sanity is probably safer with the "time is different here and there" axiom.
It's perfectly reasonable to think in terms of wanting to go back and forth here and there, now and again from time to time.
And therefore not True!
Sending out an SOS (Safe Save Our Sanity)ly yours
Norma N Joy Conquest
It's perfectly reasonable to think ...
But "Reason is a Lie," so where does that leave our safety valve or our safely secured mind(s)?
"Apsidal precession (Earth's orbit's major axis) = 112,000 yr, combines with the 25,770 yr precession to make it about 21,630 years for the Vernal Equinox to cycle 360 degrees."
WSU Dept. of Physics and Astronomy
Yet another reason to embrace the model of the Great Calendar proposed, which relies on nothing except the time it takes the North celestial pole to make one full rotation, 25,772 years.
embrace the model of the Great Calendar proposed, which relies on nothing except the time it takes the North celestial pole to make one full rotation, 25,772 years.
Now that's bringing the subject into a point. This would make an Aeon exactly 2,147.666 years long, which is reasonable enough to allow for the "transition" zone, where things get blurry. Sort of like today, as a matter of fact opinion.
"Apsidal precession (Earth's orbit's major axis) = 112,000 yr, combines with the 25,770 yr precession to make it about 21,630 years for the Vernal Equinox to cycle 360 degrees."
WSU Dept. of Physics and Astronomy
Yet another reason to embrace the model of the Great Calendar proposed, which relies on nothing except the time it takes the North celestial pole to make one full rotation, 25,772 years.
Dwtw
The length of the precession cycle is changing, indeed, accelerating, so the figure of 25,772 is only accurate for a certain epoch. It will not be accurate for 2105.
What is your source for the year 2105 date? I have found a few that cite March 24, 2100 as the closest approach of Polaris to the north celestial pole.
Of course, it's a separate question why Polaris is important when it's only the north star for about 1,000 years out of the 21-26,000 years in the precession or polar rotation cycle.
Litlluw
O.L.
why Polaris is important when it's only the north star for about 1,000 years
Possibly because it happens to be the pole star in our present reality, it becomes important to us during its temporal reign.
Polaris you say?
' Into the north window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. All through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. And in the autumn of the year, when the winds from the north curse and whine, and the red-leaved trees of the swamp mutter things to one another in the small hours of the morning under the horned waning moon, I sit by the casement and watch that star. Down from the heights reels the glittering Cassiopeia as the hours wear on, while Charles’ Wain lumbers up from behind the vapour-soaked swamp trees that sway in the night-wind. Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the low hillock, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in the mysterious east; but still the Pole Star leers down from the same place in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. Sometimes, when it is cloudy, I can sleep.
Well do I remember the night of the great Aurora, when over the swamp played the shocking coruscations of the daemon-light. After the beams came clouds, and then I slept.
And it was under a horned waning moon that I saw the city for the first time. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a strange plateau in a hollow betwixt strange peaks. Of ghastly marble were its walls and its towers, its columns, domes, and pavements. In the marble streets were marble pillars, the upper parts of which were carven into the images of grave bearded men. The air was warm and stirred not. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the zenith, glowed that watching Pole Star. Long did I gaze on the city, but the day came not. When the red Aldebaran, which blinked low in the sky but never set, had crawled a quarter of the way around the horizon, I saw light and motion in the houses and the streets. Forms strangely robed, but at once noble and familiar, walked abroad, and under the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a tongue which I understood, though it was unlike any language I had ever known. And when the red Aldebaran had crawled more than half way around the horizon, there were again darkness and silence.
When I awaked, I was not as I had been. Upon my memory was graven the vision of the city, and within my soul had arisen another and vaguer recollection, of whose nature I was not then certain. Thereafter, on the cloudy nights when I could sleep, I saw the city often; sometimes under that horned waning moon, and sometimes under the hot yellow rays of a sun which did not set, but which wheeled low around the horizon. And on the clear nights the Pole Star leered as never before.
Gradually I came to wonder what might be my place in that city on the strange plateau betwixt strange peaks. At first content to view the scene as an all-observant uncorporeal presence, I now desired to define my relation to it, and to speak my mind amongst the grave men who conversed each day in the public squares. I said to myself, “This is no dream, for by what means can I prove the greater reality of that other life in the house of stone and brick south of the sinister swamp and the cemetery on the low hillock, where the Pole Star peers into my north window each night?”
One night as I listened to the discourse in the large square containing many statues, I felt a change; and perceived that I had at last a bodily form. Nor was I a stranger in the streets of Olathoë, which lies on the plateau of Sarkis, betwixt the peaks Noton and Kadiphonek. It was my friend Alos who spoke, and his speech was one that pleased my soul, for it was the speech of a true man and patriot. That night had the news come of Daikos’ fall, and of the advance of the Inutos; squat, hellish, yellow fiends who five years ago had appeared out of the unknown west to ravage the confines of our kingdom, and finally to besiege our towns. Having taken the fortified places at the foot of the mountains, their way now lay open to the plateau, unless every citizen could resist with the strength of ten men. For the squat creatures were mighty in the arts of war, and knew not the scruples of honour which held back our tall, grey-eyed men of Lomar from ruthless conquest.
Alos, my friend, was commander of all the forces on the plateau, and in him lay the last hope of our country. On this occasion he spoke of the perils to be faced, and exhorted the men of Olathoë, bravest of the Lomarians, to sustain the traditions of their ancestors, who when forced to move southward from Zobna before the advance of the great ice-sheet (even as our descendants must some day flee from the land of Lomar), valiantly and victoriously swept aside the hairy, long-armed, cannibal Gnophkehs that stood in their way. To me Alos denied a warrior’s part, for I was feeble and given to strange faintings when subjected to stress and hardships. But my eyes were the keenest in the city, despite the long hours I gave each day to the study of the Pnakotic manuscripts and the wisdom of the Zobnarian Fathers; so my friend, desiring not to doom me to inaction, rewarded me with that duty which was second to nothing in importance. To the watch-tower of Thapnen he sent me, there to serve as the eyes of our army. Should the Inutos attempt to gain the citadel by the narrow pass behind the peak Noton, and thereby surprise the garrison, I was to give the signal of fire which would warn the waiting soldiers and save the town from immediate disaster.
Alone I mounted the tower, for every man of stout body was needed in the passes below. My brain was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for I had not slept in many days; yet was my purpose firm, for I loved my native land of Lomar, and the marble city of Olathoë that lies betwixt the peaks of Noton and Kadiphonek.
But as I stood in the tower’s topmost chamber, I beheld the horned waning moon, red and sinister, quivering through the vapours that hovered over the distant valley of Banof. And through an opening in the roof glittered the pale Pole Star, fluttering as if alive, and leering like a fiend and tempter. Methought its spirit whispered evil counsel, soothing me to traitorous somnolence with a damnable rhythmical promise which it repeated over and over:
| “Slumber, watcher, till the spheres Six and twenty thousand years Have revolv’d, and I return To the spot where now I burn. Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies; Stars that soothe and stars that bless With a sweet forgetfulness: Only when my round is o’er Shall the past disturb thy door.” |
Vainly did I struggle with my drowsiness, seeking to connect these strange words with some lore of the skies which I had learnt from the Pnakotic manuscripts. My head, heavy and reeling, drooped to my breast, and when next I looked up it was in a dream; with the Pole Star grinning at me through a window from over the horrible swaying trees of a dream-swamp. And I am still dreaming.
In my shame and despair I sometimes scream frantically, begging the dream-creatures around me to waken me ere the Inutos steal up the pass behind the peak Noton and take the citadel by surprise; but these creatures are daemons, for they laugh at me and tell me I am not dreaming. They mock me whilst I sleep, and whilst the squat yellow foe may be creeping silently upon us. I have failed in my duty and betrayed the marble city of Olathoë; I have proven false to Alos, my friend and commander. But still these shadows of my dream deride me. They say there is no land of Lomar, save in my nocturnal imaginings; that in those realms where the Pole Star shines high and red Aldebaran crawls low around the horizon, there has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of years, and never a man save squat yellow creatures, blighted by the cold, whom they call “Esquimaux”.
And as I writhe in my guilty agony, frantic to save the city whose peril every moment grows, and vainly striving to shake off this unnatural dream of a house of stone and brick south of a sinister swamp and a cemetery on a low hillock; the Pole Star, evil and monstrous, leers down from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey.'
HP Lovecraft
From Wikipedia
Due to the precession of the equinoxes (as well as the stars' proper motions), the role of North Star has passed (and will pass) from one star to another in the remote past (and in the remote future). In 3000 BC, the faint star Thuban in the constellation Draco was the North Star, aligning within 0.1° distance from the celestial pole, the closest of any of the visible pole stars.[11][12] However, at magnitude 3.67 (fourth magnitude) it is only one-fifth as bright as Polaris, and today it is invisible in light-polluted urban skies.
During the 1st millennium BC, Beta Ursae Minoris ("Kochab") was the bright star closest to the celestial pole, but it was never close enough to be taken as marking the pole, and the Greek navigator Pytheas in ca. 320 BC described the celestial pole as devoid of stars.[9][13] In the Roman era, the celestial pole was about equally distant between Polaris and Kochab.
The precession of the equinoxes takes about 25,770 years to complete a cycle. Polaris' mean position (taking account of precession and proper motion) will reach a maximum declination of +89°32'23", which translates to 1657" (or 0.4603°) from the celestial north pole, in February 2102. Its maximum apparent declination (taking account of nutation and aberration) will be +89°32'50.62", which is 1629" (or 0.4526°) from the celestial north pole, on 24 March 2100.[10]
Precession will next point the north celestial pole at stars in the northern constellation Cepheus. The pole will drift to space equidistant between Polaris and Gamma Cephei ("Errai") by 3000 AD, with Errai reaching its closest alignment with the northern celestial pole around 4200 AD.[14][15] Iota Cephei and Beta Cephei will stand on either side of the northern celestial pole some time around 5200 AD, before moving to closer alignment with the brighter star Alpha Cephei ("Alderamin") around 7500 AD.[14][16]
The length of the precession cycle is changing, indeed, accelerating, so the figure of 25,772 is only accurate for a certain epoch. It will not be accurate for 2105.
So if I understand you correctly, you're suggesting the length of a Great Year will change during the course of the next 84 years, by 2105? If so, by how much?
What is your source for the year 2105 date? I have found a few that cite March 24, 2100 as the closest approach of Polaris to the north celestial pole.
Several years ago there was an observatory that had an 'Ask The Astronomer' feature online--now there are many. I can't remember the observatory, or who responded, but he noted how unusual my question was, and stated it was the most technical that had been asked; he confirmed that 2105 was was the year the North celestial pole makes its closest approach to Polaris. Googling 2105 and Polaris should produce ample hits.
Of course, it's a separate question why Polaris is important when it's only the north star for about 1,000 years out of the 21-26,000 years in the precession or polar rotation cycle.
Shiva nailed it, but to reiterate, the year 2105 only serves as a convenient starting point for activating the Great Calendar. Once the Age of Aquarius commences in 2105, it makes no difference which star is the pole star in the future.
Precession will next point the north celestial pole at stars in the northern constellation Cepheus.
Oh, that's just great. Not only is the Earth unstable (at times), but the fixed stars aren't even fixed. Certainly somebody can fix this, so we can have a truly fixed calendar, synchronized with the cosmos at some point of certainty.
The length of the precession cycle is changing, indeed, accelerating, so the figure of 25,772 is only accurate for a certain epoch. It will not be accurate for 2105.
So if I understand you correctly, you're suggesting the length of a Great Year will change during the course of the next 84 years, by 2105? If so, by how much?
Dwtw
Over the last century the rate has averaged an increase of .000346 arc-minutes per year. Then taking the yr 2000 epoch rate of 50.290966 it would increase to 50.327296, equating to 25,751.4 years, just about 2146 years for each 1/12 division.
This is not much of a change in total years, and we know that the precession rate is not static, but the presumption that the rate will increase indefinitely is ridiculous, because eventually it would change faster than the rotation of the Earth.
What makes far more sense, and fits the observable data, is that the precession rate is currently accelerating because the solar system is moving and that is what causes the precession. The pole appears to 'wobble' against the fixed stars, but there is no evidence it 'wobbles' relative to objects inside the solar system, and that is absurd - if it wobbles, then any outside referent would show this. So the wobble is really the tracing of the curvature of the solar system's orbit.
Sri Yukteswar postulated over a century ago that the solar system is part of a binary star system, and that it is thus orbiting on an ellipse, and according to Kepler's laws, the orbital speed changes, just like Earth's speed changes during the year - slower near aphelion and faster near perihelion. Currently we are in the accelerating phase, because apoapsis (acc. to Yukteswar) was at circa A.D. 500. But eventually the rate will slow as we approach periapsis. He estimated an overall average of 54" arc-minutes per year change and a 24,000 year periodicity of the precession. These of course are round numbers, but the data from the last century shows he is awfully close.
There is a lot of good material on the website of the binary research institute that covers this
http://binaryresearchinstitute.com/bri/
If this hypothesis is true, then a 24,000 year precession period, if (1) it has anything at all to do with Aeons, and (2) if these have anything to do with the Zodiac, and (3) if they in turn have to be sequential and not concurrent, would result in 2000 years for each Aeon.
Litlluw
O.L.
Other stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies;
That sounds rather familiar. Now where did I read something like it? 🤔
Are you talking about rhymes?
Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies
Yes, that's what I was going for, of course. 😊 Thanks for posting the story, I hadn't really read any of his stuff before so that was as good an introduction as any.