Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School,
Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 5 of June
2016 No. 761
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Dear Friends,
I have included a map showing where Mt.
Tabor is located and its height, for those that want to be correct with the
GPS. Also a short video from the site.
This hike was organised by Island
Hikers. Parking was arranged with the
Monastery to park on some waste ground opposite the sports field. The hike went along some private paths within
the monastery grounds and then onto the main ridge pathway northwards. The initial path was very good, a little
steep in places but with good drip.
After entering the pine trees the first landmark is the metal fire
look-out tower. At the top of the slope
there is a rest area before continuing to the site where the monks had built a
chapel. There is every little evidence
left except for some arranged stones and a square hole about 2m across. The path from the pine trees is very
overgrown in places and required cutting to get through. It was the intention of returning via a
different route to make a circular tour however the guides said that the razor
grass was too overgrown and the path would have been very unpleasant. We returned via the same route we have
ascended.
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Subject: RE: A Confirmation Of Our Time Capsule. Amen.
mailto:mckoy43glen@hotmail.com
Apr 21 at 1:12 AM
Was reading past
emails and though of you.
Cheers Glen.
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From: david decastro calypsobandit@live.com
Sent: October 3, 2013 12:08 AM
I love it
glen--thanks--you must do the book
"bandit"
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From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com
Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 17:29:16 +0000
As written into the
book, "the king of hearts" Oct 2nd,2013.
From the depths of
our realm, oh yeah, oh yeah, great knights.
From the top of
Mount Tabor. Surrounded by our sacred emerald forest, our Eden she lies
sleeping on that crystal rock, close to the old ruins of the 1st.monk,
That once dwelled
upon these mountains, near that secret place, we call, "white
stones." Known only to the, snakes, scorpions & eagles in the
sky.
To all the knights
of white stones, all over this world.
We have real
confirmation. There is a time capsule, that is buried somewhere.
I must First Thank
Our Messengers, The Trinity, who I believe, hold the right credentials to
deliver and reveal this one secret, of the few that are still kept
hidden.
1st.) Sir. Garnet
Diaz, (El. Spaniard). The great, great, great grand-son of the Last Spanish
Governor-General who made this Island, a Gem, a True Son, of this Island hidden
under the Sun. La Trinidad. He Revealed His-Story, from His Heart. Muchas
Gracias, Oh True Knight.
2nd.) Sir. David De
Castro. A Great-Grand Master - Our Knight, Our King of Calypso.
He brought us,
"The Dream" The Key, to an Old Mystery. Thank you, my Big
Brother, The Keeper Of the Sacred Tablets from, Mount Saint Benedict.
3rd.) Sir. Anthony
Lucky for us, a Judge from the Highest Court. The U.N. To make sure that this
is the Truth & Nothing but The Truth. We hold him Witness to Our Duty, Our
Honour and Our Loyalty, To Deliver this said, Time Capsule, you have served
your Club well. Oh Humble & Great Knight. We will seek to go where no one
knows. Into the Light. This Invisible Tribe of Knights Travelling
Together Through,
The Tides of Time
as one. Alumni- The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict. The Club.
A dream that was
written a long, long time ago, a few years before the the end of the 2nd. World
War. A few monks and their great expectation of a dream, of this place in
the sun.
Welcome to the club
- mis amigos & mis hermanos.
From the castle of
monks & knights.
Let the quest
begin.
Cheers - glen
mckoy.. ..
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From: celandaal@hotmail.com
Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 11:58:35 +0000
Dear Glen, Chief of
the Knights,
Sometimes a
question like yours brings back vivid memories of things past. It could be the
late Fr. Francis who suggested a time capsule.
I vividly recall photos, a la "Voosh", Scout memorabilia, a
uniform or photo of one and some other thing placed in a capsule that was
ceremoniously buried somewhere on/in the compound and covered in the hope that
one day in the future it will be found or opened on a prescribed date. Someone should remember exactly where and
when it should be opened. Nerveless, the
"bottom line" is that there is a time capsule
Cheers
Anthony \
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From: calypsobandit@live.com
Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 19:53:28 -0400
Hi glen,
Maybe you are too
young to understand --the magic is in your brain and your hands and you are the
one chosen to complete the dreams and the realities of ALL the mount boys-this
is your destiny--this is your knightly mission to accomplish the task is yours.
Find the box or put one there--so that all mount boys may place their name
before leaving this earth.
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From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com
Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 16:47:10 +0000
THE
KNIGHT OF DREAMS. (THE TRANSLATOR-from the book "The King of Hearts")
Once upon a time, many
moons ago, a boy from a faraway country came to the mount.
His name, and the
exact time this boy attended, cannot be written or revealed, and has only been
passed down, in the sacred secret circle of a few. The dreamer parents brought
him from Eastern Europe, hoping that the tranquillity of the location of the
Abbey School Mt. St. Benedict, under the supervision of the monks, would be an
ideal environment for their son's intense nightmares/dreams. In the hope, that
it would be less frequent, and eventually stop.
Fr. Bobo welcomed
the dreamer and his parents to his office, assuring them, that they had made
the right decision in bringing their son to the Abbey School. He told them that
they will monitor their son's situation and with all the physical activities,
e.g. football, tennis, swimming, volley ball etc. for the boys on the mount, it
is a good way, to a good night sleep. A Dutch Monk who also teaches French, and
is well versed, in such studies of the brain, will be assigned to record his
dream patterns, moods, diet & events prior to and after the dreams, results
of these records, will be forwarded. Fr. Bobo said good bye to the boy's
parents, as they drove away in the taxi. Fr. Bobo told the dreamer that a
Prefect will show him around the surroundings and will help him get settled in.
The Dutch monk shall contact you, in a few days, I want you, to participate in
as many sports, as you can, now go on out there, and make new friends. My
office is always open, if you need me. The boy said good bye and left with the
Prefect.
The Prefect, a
Trinidadian boy of English stock, dirty blond, dark tan, a hard looking boy,
didn’t say a word, as they walked through the corridors of the floors, as all
the boys, they passed, just stared, at the boy who dare comes here. The Prefect
showed him his cubical, and told him he would show him the facilities, when he
was unpacked.
As the months went
by, the dreamer made a few class mates, he took swimming and was playing
football for a house team. He reported to the Dutch monk Fr. A, once a week,
and his dreams had lessened, and he was living the life, like the rest of boys
his age. One day the dreamer and a friend, from the south side of Trinidad,
were walking to the back of the buildings, going down to the monastery, when
they heard this moaning and shouting coming from a window up above, they crept
up the incline to investigate the situation, as they drew closer, they could
hear a voice, shouting get out, get out, and prays in Latin, they had
accidentally stumbled on a rite, that is not seen or known to many, but was
performed on the mount, as good Catholics boys, and scared like hell, they
slowly got out of the area, they never spoke of this incident again, not even
in confession.
The dreamer had bad
dreams, for the rest of that week, the Dutch monk assured him it may only be a
short spell, and he should be doing well again, he asked him, if anything had
upset him recently, the dreamer said no. For the rest of week the dreamer would
just sit and stare at the mountains, one Saturday he noticed a few boys going
up to Mt. Tabor, to that place they called "White Stones" , as he
looked carefully he noticed three eagles circling around the boys on top of the
mountain, it seem like the eagles were coming down and the boys were feeding
them, he could not believe his eyes, and only then, realized how much was going
on around him, in this Dutch Enclave of Mt. St. Benedict, that he never noticed
before, that the mountains, are alive, around him.
That night he had a
few dreams, his first dream, he saw four boys going up the mountain of Mt.
Tabor, then he saw another boy hiding and following the four up the hill, then
out of the bushes, another boy jumps out, and drops the boy, who was following
the other boys on the ground, and then screams for the others on the top, they
ran down immediately, they grab the young man and drag him down the hill, they
got a barrel out from behind the scout room, and they pushed the boy into the
barrel, and roll it down the hill, a message to future spies, as the barrel
pass the refectory going down the hill, it turned to the left and crashed into
the big stone wall, the boy crawled out and ran for his life. The knights laugh
so much that day, and the boy never said anything to the monks, the next day,
they took this boy to "White Stones" in a sacred, secret circle, in
the power of one, they made him The Knight of Courage. The dreamer recognized
the boy, who was in that barrel, a few years older now, but he is, the boy they
call Chico, his real name is, Fernando. The Dreamer was pleased, as he could
place this dream, within his life time, as many of his dreams, are of the
future or of times long gone and the ones from the dark side, made him pray a
lot.
In the 4th. month
of his 1st. year, one night, after hanging out at the basketball court, the
dreamer saw this older boy standing by the hedges alone, he approached the
older boy and said, excuse me Fernando, may I have a word with you ?? Fernando
turned and looked at the tall lean, pale looking boy, and said, it better be
good, because you just broke into my space, while I was trying to absorb the
night sky, and to every action, there is a reaction
This made the
dreamer very nervous, as he quickly replied, Fernando, I am sorry, for
disturbing you, and I would not contact a senior boy like you, unless it was of
the utmost importance. Fernando said o.k., let’s go over by the stone wall over
there, they sat down on the bench, it was a quiet night, as the dreamer begins,
His-Story.
Fernando, what I am
going to tell you, you will always remember for the rest of your life. I have
complete trust in you, it will be shocking and you will understand, as we go on
this journey of our history on the Mount, many decades from now. Please listen
to what I have to say, and in the end, only you will know, if it’s the real
McKoy. You would not know this, but I suffer from nightmares, well its more
than that, they are dreams that are real, some are past, present and future,
many times I do not know the faces or the places, but sometimes they are close
to home. Recently, they have been about the Mount, and I have seen you in some
of my dreams, he then told Fernando of his dream, of him becoming a Knight.
Fernando remained quiet, for a few moments, and then said, tell me more.
In one dream, I saw
a chest buried on top of that mountain, you all call "White Stones."
In that chest, there are precious metals, a manuscript from a Jesuit Monk, a
golden candle stand, from this secret, sacred, circle of one, from that magical
moment, when the knights were formed. There were also medals, photos, amazing
stories, tales, circulars, chronicles and legends, from the 1st. Knights of
decades gone, and more to be added, in decades to come. Also copies of all that
was written, in a book to come, called the " King of Hearts " which
will be kept in The Bunker.
In 1956, 10 years
after the first knights started, digging and drilling into one of the sides of
Mt. Tabor, they had finally completed their secret atomic shelter, with running
water and lights. This bunker was also built out of fear, of what was happening
in their world at that time, as the superpowers, race towards the moon. And the
constant threat, of some idiot pushing a button, their last resort was the
bunker and shortwave radio.
This Secret Bunker,
only ever seen by the "Eyes of Knights", the Forever Hidden Room, 15'
x 20 ', built of steel rebar, wire mesh, bricks, & stones were used above
and around the entire room, which had a whole mountain above it. The small
cement mixer, made the project seem like forever. In the entrance of the
bunker, stands a big black metal door 6' tall, with a brass lion head, with a
peep hole in the mouth of the lion. Under the lion's head, in red paint is
written, "Where only Eagles dare, The Knights of White Stones," eight
feet ahead, you are right in the heart, of the emerald forest of Mt Tabor.
Looking down into the steep valley below, and only then, you realize, the
journey of a Knight, is exceeding difficult, of blood, sweat and tears, forever
hidden.
The Knights who
took part in the early construction, had to climb down a rope ladder to work on
the room, until an easier access was made. Twenty feet ahead, from the entrance
in front of these, two huge trees, the knights made a secure stone path, which
made it much faster, getting up and down this valley ledge to White Stones,
where no one, will dare go, where only eagles fly, this drop is steep, the
Knights were brilliant, in choosing this location, a place where only the
snakes, scorpions and the eagles in the sky know, will never be found, The Bunker.
MSB.
I also know you
will make me a Knight before the next full moon. I saw this in a dream, as I
become the Translator of the Jesuit manuscripts from Latin to English. I will
write all this information in a book that will be called "The King of
Hearts" Some dreams I cannot reveal, that's why sometimes you see me,
sitting alone staring at the mountains, at the back of the school. Fernando,
many great minds will come from this time capsule. This sacred school will not
see the great year 2000. So, you see everything that happened, since the school
opened and when it closes, it will become a National and Historical Treasure to
this island of Trinidad, the wonderful minds and the leaders, where the
foundation of a youth, was shaped and created, at the "Abbey School Mt.St.Benedict
on Mt.Tabor. We have lots of work to do................(more to
come).
"sir bandit
knight"
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From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com
Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 19:02:52 +0000
My Dear Sir
Garnet, (Muchas Gracias)
I trust what you
are saying here is true? So to the best of your knowledge, there is a
Time Capsule buried in the wall of our school, somewhere. Do you think you can
get 1 or 2, other brothers to confirm this?? Once a brother told me a story,
many moons ago of a place, where a lot of old papers and documents are, still
untouched in the Castle. Where this spot is, in the Castle, is an excellent
location, where no one would really ever go, unless you were hiding from a mad
monk, ha! ha! I lived on the mount 4-5 years, and never even taught of this
spot, you can't guess this one, I know it’s still there. Maybe, our next
mission could be, to retrieve this Time Capsule. Anyhow, I did get a Knight of
Wisdom,
Sir. George to
investigate some of these claims, and this Nostalgic Sight, is what he found,
Attila you know anything about this Falcon in the Tree??
Cheers Mis Amigos-
Adios Glen..
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From: garnetdiaz@gmail.com
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 20:55:44 -0400
Funny that this
subject should make an appearance at this time,…to the best of my
knowledge,…there's a Time Capsule buried in the wall of the School,
somewhere….and I had been thinking that this might be an appropriate time to
retrieve and open said Time Capsule,..as was recently done at C.I.C for their
Sesquicentennial celebration. After examination,…some present-day material was
added, before reinsertion into the alcove.
However, with the
situation at MSB being quite different and somewhat uncertain…..and with the
number of former students inevitably and inexorably edging toward #0,……it would
be nice to see what it contains.
In order to
forestall the penchant in Trinidad for allowing Historical buildings to
deteriorate to the point of Self-destruction before any money and effort is
expended towards restoration,….that Entire Complex needs to be declared a
National Monument and World Heritage Site.
Unfortunately that
august body moves at a pace that would make a Snail look like Usain Bolt.
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On 2013-09-30, at 8:05 PM,
Glen Mckoy <mckoy43glen@hotmail.com>
wrote:
My Dear Sir David,
(Knight of Calypso).
You hold the
precious tablets that were taken out of a hole, from the stone wall that the
Arawak's built.
For safe keeping,
until the time is right. You went to the mount in the mid 40's. You write
to me of this strange dream, of an older Knight you did not recognize. David,
if you did not recognize this Knight, then I must go to a higher circle, and
tell them of this dream, for only they know the secrets of that Great
Circle.
If there is A Box
that is already there, your dream is a Key, if now is the time for it to be
revealed. I cannot say, for there are pages, in our great book that only
a few can view. I will pass this important letter on. Thank You for
sharing, in this Club, this is not strange, The Tales of The Knights of White
Stones, are ALL DREAMS, that have been passed on, from Circle to Circle.
Yours Faithfully –
Glen McKoy.
(Member of the Writers Of The Knights).
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Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 18:14:27 -0400
From: calypsobandit@gmail.com
Hi glen,
This is indeed very
strange--last night in a dream an old knight from the mount came to me (I did
not recognise him and said) tell Glen McKoy that when he is writing his book he
must put in a paragraph to inform all mount knights that when they die before
they leave the earth atmosphere they must go back to Mount Tabor and it is very
important that:: THAT THEY PUT THEIR NAME IN A BOX THAT IS ALREADY THERE SAYING
THAT THEY HAVE LEFT THE EARTH FOR ANOTHER VOYAGE. that was all the dream said
and now I get this email from you--well freak me out--I do not know what else
to say—
Later
"bandit"
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EDITED by LadislaoKertesz kertesz11@yahoo.com, if you would like to be in the circular’s
mailing list or any old boy that you would like to include.
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Photos:
16LK0001EDIMTTABOR, an aerial view of the Mt. Tabor
09LK6639FBLVI, Lloyd Vidale
08LK0066FBRCO, Raymond Comarmond
65GM3008GMCGRP, Gen McKoy and friends
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