Newsletter for past alumni of The Abbey School,
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Two week has passed since the Reunion 2008.
No report has been forthcoming, but I am sure a magic pen is scribbling along.
Please remember to make the necessary corrections to the photos, do not forget to mention the photo´s code.
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From: gevelyn1@bellsouth.net
Sent: Sat 5/31/08 9:58 PM
I was having dinner with Che Che last week when he asked me this question?
We all climbed and walked White Stones.
What is it? igneous? metamorphic? Granite changed by weathering? Rock strata forced and pushed up from under the sea? Volcanic? Carbonate minerals? tite, snites, lites, mites rites.
Did it come from mothers milk of formula?
Nigel can you tell us?
Glen
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White Stones
Nigel P. Boos
Sunday, June 1, 2008 9:25:05 PM
Hi Glen,
Boy, look how I get pull into dis 'ting, nah!
To start, I must apologise for not getting to you earlier.
I have been rearranging my office and inadvertently, must have disconnected my router.
So, for the past 3 days I've had no Internet connection until my son was able to correct the situation.
I found only 51 emails and I'm now down to yours.
So, the question is: What rock type is "White Stones" and whence it's origin?
Peter suggests "quartz" and then the question must arise, "How so?"
Quartz is, as Peter says, the most common mineral on earth, besides feldspar.
But quartz is a crystalline form of SiO2, and I do not remember seeing too many crystals up there.
I am not in a position to climb to White Stones at the moment, since I live in Canada, and it's a bit of a hike to get there from where I live, but, perhaps stupidly, I would rather suggest that the rock is a massive quartzite, a metamorphosed sandstone which developed through intense heat and pressure a long, long time ago.
There is evidence of volcanic activity along the north coast - Balandra, Toco, Matelot, etc. and it is possible, perhaps, that a tectonic compression might have had something to do with the formation of our beloved stones.
The next one of you guys who climbs up the hill, perhaps you can chip off a piece and mail it to me in
Nigel
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On 31-May-08, at 10:30 PM, gevelyn1@bellsouth.net wrote:
QC,
You always make me smile.
Like in alibi and disbelief.
That's why I am waiting on the expert Nigel miles and miles away.
Saludos
Glen
-------------- Original message from "Don Mitchell CBE QC"-------------- <idmitch@anguillanet.com>: -
Sorry, anything I told you would be a concoction.
Don
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From:Glen Mckoy (mckoy43glen@hotmail.com)
Sent:Wed 4/02/08 9:04 PM
My dear Oscar,
If I did smoke the right cigarettes, maybe the story would be more appealing.
The entire story, is a taken from something that happened, in my first year on the mount, in 1968.
We had a group called the Avengers, if you want you can verify this with, Tim Healy, Jerry,
For those of you, who knew Tarzan and myself, you knew how we ran like the wind ,up and down those hills.
When everyone else went down to the sports field, we went up to the mountains, where we felt the most at home, please verify all these things that I am saying o.k.
Our Den was on White Stones, it was the only safe place we could find, where no one could destroy it, our Den.
We worked hard sneaking materials up to White Stones, in rain and sun, it was very hard as we were so young.
We even cut our hands and became blood brothers, this is not fiction, and this story, I still do hold ,very dear to my heart.
We never told no one, where this Den was, and in our time, no one ever found our Den, and it still there, and if you want Oscar, Tim and myself will take you there.
However make sure you have a Will, because the place we build this Den, also happens to have a lot of snakes and scorpions, this is so true, we even have our names carved into stones and trees, up there.
We were beaten , to tell of this Den, and not one for all and all for one, we never spoke, we did cry a lot because of that den.
After building this Den hidden from time, in the end, we had to abandon it because of the snakes.
This is the real story.
And like Knights we were noble, to each other pledges, and oats up to this very day.
Long live the Avengers, or Knights from White Stones, or whatever name you called your own Tribe.
You may think my imagination is running away with me, but don't be surprise of, how much of the Knights of White Stones story, may be true.
Oscar, probably while you were smoking your pipe, the smoke may have blocked your vision, from what was really was happening on the Mountains. ??
Ha! Ha! To all my imaginary friends, have a nice day.
Love
Glen.
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From: Glen Mckoy (mckoy43glen@hotmail.com)
Sent: Sun 5/18/08 5:34 AM
As we walk pass the pillars, of the corridors of our past.
There are many things, we will remember, but only a few, shall forever last.
Welcome, a todos en este el mundo,
Hola my brothers.
ABBEY SCHOOL MT. ST BENEDICT TUNAPUNA /
OLD BOYS PRIVATE CLUB - MEMBERS ONLY/International(1944-2008).
TALES OF "THE KNIGHTS OF WHITE STONES" ON TOP OF
The 2nd Stage of a Knight, was to leave the mount, and go down to the Flat Lands.
This part of the journey could take on an average of about 30 years, before a Knight, is ready to advance to the 3rd. Stage, which is even longer.
It is a sad time, when a Knight has to leave the mount.
Knights never openly showed emotions, so the Knights could only wish you well, soon they too, will be thrown to the lions.
The Flat Lands, its sweet and sour, gold and silver, money like honey, and so many ladies for the Knights, and the neon delights of the beezzee cities.
A Knight must be careful, as the 2nd Stage is like a time trap, where the only way out, is in moderation of everything, for anything you desire you will get, but if you desire the same thing, in excess, it will adopt and addict you.
The time trap becomes a loop.
Some Knights get confused and lost, however many continue on the journey, all over this world, working hard and trying their best to making a life, a trade, a profession, a family, a good person finding peace within, before moving into the 3rd. Stage, where words of knowledge are exchanged with each other, where only in Wisdom, a peaceful feeling, do they find a true understanding, of goodwill and love.
As was written from the book "The King of Hearts" which is kept in the Chest on White Stones on top of
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THE TRANSLATOR, THE KNIGHT OF DREAMS/ MSB.
From: Glen Mckoy (mckoy43glen@hotmail.com)
Sent: Fri 8/08/08 10:00 AM
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 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
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, did'nt say a word, as they walked throught 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 any thing 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, realised 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 any thing 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 recognised the boy, who was in that barrel, a few years older now, but he is, the boy they call
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, lets 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 its 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 quite, 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
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 re-bar, 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
Looking down into the steep valley below, and only then, you realise, 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
We have lots of work to do................(more to come).
Thanking all my brothers for their time,
best regards Glen McKoy.
Hippies from the sixties, now in their fifties, and Jesus Christ our superstar.
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David Strisiver
Sunday, November 2, 2008 9:58:48 AM
Ladislao,
I noticed your discussions re database and security.
Perhaps one solution would be to form a google group specifically for Abbey Boys. Individuals have to apply for admission rights, entry is password protected which can be changed at regular intervals using another e-mail address for both the administrator and user.
There is also the facility for blogging within the group privacy is the essence.
Have a look.
David Strisiver (Ex-teacher 1971-1972)
(Thank you for your support to the Circular. Ed.)
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That is for now, till the next one
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