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You entered: 4/24/1974
You were born on a Wednesday
under the astrological sign Taurus.
Your Life path number is 4.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2442161.5.
The golden number for 1974 is 18.
The epact number for 1974 is 6.
The year 1974 was not a leap year.

As of 5/16/2005 7:01:09 PM CDT
You are 31 years old.
You are 373 months old.
You are 1,621 weeks old.
You are 11,345 days old.
You are 272,299 hours old.
You are 16,337,941 minutes old.
You are 980,276,469 seconds old.

There are 343 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 32 candles on it.

Those 32 candles produce 32 BTU's,
or 8,064 calories of heat (that's only 8.0640 food calories!) .
You can boil 3.66 US ounces of water with that many candles.

There are 223 days till Christmas 2005!

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was waxing crescent.
Golden Number:
A number showing the year of the lunar or Metonic cycle. It is reckoned from 1 to 19, and is so called from having formerly been written in the calendar in gold.
Epact Number:
The moon's age at the beginning of the calendar year, or the number of days by which the last new moon has preceded the beginning of the year.

The Life Path Number
The Life Path is the sum of the birth date. This number represents who you are at birth and the native traits that you will carry with you through life. The most important number that will be discussed here is your Life Path number. The Life Path describes the nature of this journey through life.

Julian date:
The number of days since noon 4713 BC January 1.

Wednesday, April 24, 1974

Moon's age (days): 2
Distance (Earth radii): 58.50
Percent Illumination 7.61%
Ecliptic latitude (degrees): 1.60
Ecliptic longitude (degrees): 60.28


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