The Pipe Organ

My name Francisco Martinez and my wife is dying of Cancer… but this is not what this story is about…

I am a sound engineer, specialized in acoustics and resonance and I am hired at the four corners of the Earth for anything from atmospheric and geological studies, to seismic activity and oceanography, to hearing loss, to crystal analysis, to concert hall design, to… well, to anything sound related where a top expert is needed…

...but that’s not quite what this story is about either.

This story is about what’s really missing to this list of credentials, what I never thought of until now and which is what I should have been doing all along, learning to use sound for its healing properties.

My wife had a fascination with old Cathedrals and wherever we traveled, she would have me take pictures of her posing in front of the parish of the day.

She eventually made a small presentation, which ended up taking her weeks to finish. I watched her work at her computer every night, not really paying attention to the details on her screen, considering I shot most of the pictures and I have an aversion to religion altogether.

It was when she presented it to her friends, that my life changed…

For moral support, she asked me to sit through the presentation patiently with her friends and told me she’d make it worth my while, which she usually did and so I agreed.

The pictures were streaming and although the edifices are truly remarkable, they are remarkably and boringly all similar, from the copper-topped spires or domes, triple gateway openings, rose window above the main arch… I spit my mouthful of tea all across the living room!

“Resonance chambers!” I shouted.

A dozen or so faces turned to me with that ‘what the heck?’ look on their faces and my wife, more surprised than all of them…

“Coco, what’s the matter?”

I sprang to my feet and said, “hold on”.

Tripping over some feet, I stumbled to her computer, amid an “ow”, an “ew”, an “awe” and an “argh”...

The file for the presentation was right there and I clicked copy and… I looked around and… I got up and race up the stairs to my desk.

“Hold on… hold on… hold on...” I repeated like a mantra. When they couldn’t see me anymore, I shouted, “HOLD ON!”

I managed to find a usb key and came flying down the stairs with a new mantra…

“Got it! Got it! Got it!...”

Back at the computer, I copied the file, stored it on the key, went back up the stairs and straight to my desk… I could hear the fussing below as I started to review these images under a new light…

‘Why hadn’t I ever noticed this before?’ I kept asking myself.

The more I remembered those moments when I took the pictures, the more I remembered moments where I was thinking, ‘okay, I’ll take the shot lined with the three doorways, like last time...’ or ‘let me step back so I can get the rose window in there, too...’ The more I realised it’s been in front of me all this time.

Picture after picture, I noticed the same similarities. They are almost all standard shaped, which is remarkable considering we’re talking about buildings from Asia to South America with the same construction specs.

The triple entrances, similar to alcoves, actually look like sound regulators… like the holes in woodwind instruments.

Along with the rose window, the face looks like a speaker, with woofers and tweeter…

We had been inside all these churches and basilicas and cathedrals and the interiors are all incredibly designed… for sound? For sound! Again, why didn’t I think of this before?

So, what sounds were they using and what… oh my… the pipe organ… the most sophisticated musical instrument known to man… Imagine what that thing could do, in the proper environment…

Water can be made to behave very… unusually with different frequencies, At certain frequencies, you can make a drop of water levitate. Imagine what that does to a body full of water…

Cymatics, that’s what the science of frequency on matter is called. I started viewing shapes that water takes, at certain frequencies and… I fell out of my chair…

The rose windows!

Was I getting ahead of myself? Was I jumping to a quick conclusion here? I got back in my chair and went surfing for images of rose windows, from the inside…

I was right!

From the inside, rose windows look like cymatics frequencies, as they would appear in the water drop affected. In other words, the rose window itself is a frequency!

Wow, simply wow!

The rose window could be a frequency for communing with God but why do different cathedrals have different frequencies, seeing as their rose windows are different?

More questions…

If it were one frequency to commune with God, an extravagantly diverse instrument was not needed, there would be just the necessary keys to kit that frequency. A pipe organ covers more frequencies than any other instrument.

An organ for organs?

Human diversity…

Humans of all shapes and sizes, with all types of possible aches and ailments…

The resonance chambers must have been healing centers, I concluded.

These places weren’t built to pray to but to heal from... What does that mean for religion and its books that say otherwise?

This was confusing me. I was experiencing cognitive dissonance, as I was slowly deciphering how the Church appropriated these cathodes… the word came to me on its own, as I was clearly thinking of cathedrals...

Cathodes, yes, it all makes sense!

So, priests were originally basically just concierges for the Church who lay claim to all these properties?

Cognitive dissonance indeed!

When my wife’s friends left, she came up to me and had questions of her own. I sat her down next to me and tried to explain to her how these copper-topped cathodes functioned. She left the room speechless… and we hadn’t even gotten to the religious aspect yet!

She looked at me completely stunned, seemed like she had a lot to say and was wanting to say but nothing was coming out. She looked at whatever image was on my screen, she looked at me… then pointed her finger at me in her way of saying, I’ll just get back to you on this. What I told her would sink in and when she had digested it, she would come back to me, probably with questions.

I couldn’t believe what I was discovering. Why aren’t people talking about this? Why am I the first to discover this? Am I the first to discover this? Who… um... hmm… problemo…

We’re talking about churches… Clearly, someone somewhere knew.

Weeks and months passed. Sophia eventually came around and quite enthusiastically embraced this new concept. She encouraged my research on the subject and I… I was realising that almost everything I thought I knew of the world, was fiction.

How do we get from healing centers to televangelists? The more I thought down this path, the more questions arose and the more I researched.

These cathodes were everywhere across the surface of the Earth and that’s not all, the Roman architecture… across Asia and the Middle East and Africa and the Americas???

If the Church did indeed appropriate all these properties, when did it happen? When were they built? Who built them(across the world)? And who took them over, across the world.

It dawned on me that I was no longer thinking the same… Good!

I feel like Lois Lane realising she was fooled all this time...

All these realisations pulled back a veil that revealed to me a whole new world to explore and I lost myself to imagining the possibilities...