23.5 Degrees


23.5 Degrees: The Chant of the Canted Companions

By: Stella Maris
Date: Saturday, July 12, 2008

As it was already quite late by the time Soph and I checked into Le Grand Monarque Hotel in Chartres, we decided to stay in and order up room service while we consulted the small library of books on Chartres Cathedral that we had brought with us. Our plan was to spend the next morning looking at property for MemoryMap's office, and then use the rest of the weekend to tour the cathedral and the Chartres environs.
 
We suspected that one could spend a lifetime studying the cathedral's world-famous sculptures and stained glass windows alone. But what actually fascinated us most about Notre Dame de Chartres was that, rather than being built in accordance with the usual celestial and terrestrial temple mirroring that we were used to seeing by this time, Chartres had a subterranean element, as well. It had three layers, rather than two.
 
And, being relative neophytes at this philosophical pilgrimage business, we weren't quite sure what to do with an underground alignment yet, but we certainly intended to find out.
 
According to some of the books we had brought with us, the cathedral was originally built on an ancient Druid grotto dedicated to the worship of a sacred underground well, which was still preserved in the crypt beneath the cathedral. As if to drive the point home, Notre Dame de Chartres was unique in having two ancient madonnas for pilgrims to venerate--a gilt one in the nave called Notre Dame du Pilier, or Pillar, and a Black Madonna overseeing the sacred well in the crypt called Notre Dame de Sous-Terre, meaning Our Lady Underground.
 
But, in addition to this, the construction of Chartres cathedral incorporated some interesting celestial alignments, too.
 
There is a popular French tradition that the earthly location of Notre Dame de Chartres corresponded to the heavenly position of a star in the constellation of Virgo, The Virgin. With a bit of digging, we discovered that the celestial body that Chartres cathedral supposedly mirrors is a binary star system named Porrima (Gamma Virginis), after a Roman goddess of the Future. The other Virgo star correspondences were said to be located at Notre Dame cathedrals in Reims, Amiens, Bayeux, and Evreux.
 
But there was another celestial feature at Chartres that we found even more fascinating. Every year on the Summer Solstice, a beam of sunlight was focused through a lens in a stained-glass window dedicated to Saint Appollonaire, the Christianized version of the Roman Sun God Apollo. And, at noon on the Summer Solstice, this beam of light illuminated a particular flagstone in the transept of the cathedral, in exactly the same way that the gnomon operated at Saint Sulpice in Paris.
 
Soph and I bristled with excitement at this coincidental piece of information. Pushing aside our chocolate mousses, we rummaged relentlessly through our collection of books, looking for some kind of explanation for the seemingly random siting of the Chartres gnomon.
 
Our favorite book was written by someone called Louis Charpentier, who--like the master alchemist, Fulcanelli--we strongly suspected didn't actually exist. But, we were amused by his pseudonym because it reminded us simultaneously of Louis the Sun King and also of Aux Charpentiers, our favorite restaurant around the corner from Saint Sulpice in Paris. In fact, the story that Louis Charpentier related in his book, The Mysteries of Chartres Cathedral, was very similar to the story of the ancient carpenters guild that the restaurant was named after.
 
According to Charpentier, the cathedrals of France were built by specialist guilds of initiated craftsmen called Companions. Some authors romantically claimed that these guilds were related to the Knights Templar, but Soph and I weren't entirely convinced of a direct connection. However, these guilds did seem to form the original "operative" prototype of the Freemasonic societies that still exist today.
 
But what intrigued Soph and I most about the Companions’ story is that Charpentier claimed that the guilds who operated in the Chartres area of France called themselves The Children of Solomon... which conveniently fit in with the Temple of Solomon metaphor of the solar system and local star constellations that we were looking for.
 
Which was all very interesting, but we still couldn't get to the bottom of this blasted sunbeam on the Summer Solstice that kept niggling at the back of our minds.
 
So, we went back and forced ourselves to work through Charpentier's convoluted explanations of sacred geometry and alchemy and the marriage of fire and water and the squaring of the circle, blah, blah, blah that was all mystically incorporated into the sacerdotal art of cathedral building, which I won't torture you with because it will only drive you mad.
 
The short version is, while working through the process of how the cathedral was constructed we discovered, almost in passing, that rather than the usual east-west alignment that Catholic churches were normally built around, Chartres was canted at an angle of 47 degrees. Furthermore, it was due to this 47 degree cant that our intrepid sunbeam was aligned to fall on a certain flagstone in the cathedral on the Summer Solstice.
 
Now, if you have been following along here in 23.5 Degrees, you will immediately understand why Soph and I got excited by this obscure detail…
 
 
Newton Coordinate: The Feast Day of Saint Veronica of the Veil, July 12th, on the Greenwich Meridian.

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buzzkill • Jul 12, 2008, 10:11am •
47 degrees...twice 23.5 degrees...seems rather intentional. Once again, really intriguing stuff, Stella. Must mull it over awhile longer.


Berlioz • Jul 12, 2008, 11:16am •
...Please say we're going to get Part 2 next week! Or, even better, publish a book. Stella and Soph' go Solomon-hunting, maybe?

Mnemosyne • Jul 13, 2008, 04:18pm •
Supposedly, it was Jacques Cassini who observed the occultation of Gamma Virginis on April 21, 1720. Cassini's father, of course, was the famed Giovanni Cassini, director of the Paris Observatory.

Btw Leavis did you find your vitner? I would indeed be interested in locating him myself.

Buzzkill, are you STILL mulling?

Leavis • Jul 14, 2008, 09:53am •
To Mnemosyne: It's a devil to find my vintner, but somehow he always finds me! He just turns up. Someone told me he is a "gnostic messenger"; I don't know. I just like the taste of the Falernum. I try not to drink too much, because I've heard it can be deadly... LoL! When my headaches come, I just like to savor the scent of attar and enjoy the wine in the moonlight. My faithful dog keeps me company. Life is hard for knights, or at least for this one...

Maybe I shall ask Mr W his opinion about what really happened to the Magdalene when he next appears. He seems to know everything about that strange time... He always tells me that people are the same, no matter what the century...

Mnemosyne • Jul 14, 2008, 06:35pm •
Mirror, Mirror on the wall...Gawd, I could use a weekend in Monarque Hotel. Wonder if it's like the Hotel California?

Leavis! You should have some sympathy for your vitner. He sounds like a man of wealth and taste.

Leavis • Jul 14, 2008, 09:08pm •
Mnemosyne, in another lifetime I stayed at the Grand Monarque. While checking out was laborious, we were able to exit finally. Thus it was somewhat at variance with the sojourn so tantalisingly described by Mr H and Mr F. I think you can well imagine who guided me through Chartres.


The Professor, as I sometimes call my “vintner”, is indeed a man of infinite wisdom, taste and, seemingly, wealth, but there are many occasions, when, as you so insightfully deduce (pace Mr J and Mr R), I believe he is the very devil himself. However, as I grow to see him with eyes more open, I come to acknowledge that I may be wrong in my erstwhile belief and that the sympathy you charitably advocate may be misplaced and possibly even misunderstood. LoL! Inspired…






Mnemosyne • Jul 15, 2008, 01:45pm •
Leavis do you often ponder how the herring, displays the rainbow colors of the setting sun?

Why, yes, I'm very familiar with your Mr. H. Did he introduce you to the Abbé?

So sorry about the headaches as they must keep you awake...but if by chance you make it to the dawn you will find the breeze has secrets to tell you.

I would have some courtesy for your professor as he has stole many a mans soul and faith. Do you play violin?



Leavis • Jul 15, 2008, 08:33pm •
Mnemosyne, what curious questions! I fear that your inspiration may grow cold or that, as we all know so well, our memories may deceive us (no disrespect to your own sacred role). As you know better than any of us, our memory is our best friend and our worst enemy. To answer your questions seriatim:



- No, I have never pondered the herring and its colors. I have always found more inspiration from the moon and its light - the true Sacred Feminine? ...



- He's certainly not my Mr H and, no, he did not introduce me to the Abbé! Perhaps you meant Professor W, but the same is true for him. I care little for men of the cloth, as he does not...



- Thank you for your kind words about my headaches. I have little hope for what the breeze will bring...



- The Professor is much maligned and misunderstood. He has helped many find faith and returned their souls to them. You see, he's not an enemy of the good, but a way to it, a conduit. All this dividing the world into black and white just confuses the mind. A conceit created by those seeking power. The real "devil", be he Abadon or Mephistopheles, brings light and not darkness. I am sure you remember when the church stopped calling him Lucifer (the bringer of light), preferring instead Satan (the blocker of human activity, the adversary)... As for Ahriman, he's an entirely different kettle of herrings, but don't let's talk let's bring him into this. We all know when he's at work...



- Now, as to violins (created, as you remember, to emulate the human voice), I do not play. I leave that to those more inspired - sometimes even by the devil, as the great Paganini was said to be. But the question is not without merit. In some ways, I resemble that amateur violinist, who used the violin and, I'm afraid, cocaine to seek clarity and light, while others were in nefarious darkness, from his abode in the rue du Boulanger in my old country, which I so miss. His violin helped him find dogs who didn't bark, like my faithful and beloved companion, who is always with me. LoL! But that, as one reads so often nowadays, is a story for another day...



A propos, I have always assumed you and Stella Maris are one and the same. Am I mistaken? Meantime, let us wait and see whether you or Stella M. have really understood Chartres and what it has to say to us...

Mnemosyne • Jul 16, 2008, 01:22pm •
Ah, Leavis, you are mistaken. Stella Maris and I are not one and the same. No, Leavis you are not communicating with Stella. I have found for you, however, an early column of Stella's hinting as to why she is not registered on the forum.

Yes, indeed, my Mr. H. is not your Mr. H. and it saddens me, mon ami,to learn the breeze at dawn holds no interest for you.

http://www.mania.com/truth-against-world_article_57451.html

Stella know Chartres this I feel. But don't take my word. You will see for yourself.

Leavis • Jul 16, 2008, 03:42pm •
Ma chère Mnémosyné,

I stand corrected. So you are not Stella Maris and your Mr H is not my Mr H. How sad! No-one is connected, or not in a way that we can today understand.

Maybe one day the breeze in this unchanging, soulless city will be as you describe, but...

I see from the page you sent that Ahriman has been playing his old tricks.

I await the next Chartres episode with baited breath. I have no doubt that, as ever, it will be thought-provoking and enlightening, with maybe an epiphany or two... We shall see.




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