Newsletter
for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I.
Caracas, 22 of March 2014 No. 646
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Dear
Friends,
Our
Time Capsule.
Amen.
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Glen
Mckoy
Oct
2, 2013
As written in 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.
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 Traveling 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.
Never the less, 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 far
away 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 tranquility 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.
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 dares come 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 prayers 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 rolled it down the hill, a message to
future spies, as the barrel passed 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 laughed 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 yourself, 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, 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, raced 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 thought 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 Site, is what he found. Attila, you know anything about this Falcon
in the Tree ??
Cheers,
Mis Amigos – Adios, Glen.
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From:
amickiew@att.net (Thank
Sir. George, excellent one mi amigo).
Subject:
FALCON NESTING IN A TREE...A NOSTALGIC SIGHT
Date:
Sun, 8 Sep 2013 20:10:29 -0500
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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 tablet that was taken out of a
hole, from the stone wall that the Arawaks 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
Subject:
Re: Saying Our Farewell To Ronnie Lambkin
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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Now
that we have all read about the Time Capsule, to the photos
Ladislao
Kertesz at kertesz11@yahoo.com,
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Photos:
58RB0003b2,
bathing of unknowns
09EB01968EBANBOWFE,
Egan Baichoo and Nigel Boos
07NB0002WVB,
60LK011BOOK,
another book used in the 1960
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