Circular No 516

Newsletter for alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I. 

Caracas, 23 September 2011 No.516

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Dear Friends, 

Some new lost friends. 

Pierre           Jean

Pierre           Kieron

Pierre           Richard 

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Newsletter for past alumni of The Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict, Trinidad and Tobago, W.I. 

Caracas, 20 July 2002. Circular No.36

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Dear friends now a few lines on a friendly exchange,

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Hola Ladislao:

Te voy a escribir esta nota en Trinitario pa hecha vainas.

First of all, please send me dee Mount website and email addresses of them "Mount Boys" who was der between 1953 and 1958. I takin dee liberty of copying my brudas and Urbano on this note since I bin keepin in touch with Urbano on and off for years. When we did live in Caracas the Venezuelan contingency of jodedores would meet every month (almost). Dee lot included Urbano, Isaias, Castro brothers (Pedro, Reinaldo, Timino), Lipavski, Gerardo Most (alias Csabita), Pradita, Myron Lew, Kecskemeti, Azier Atela, and a few more I cyant recall right now. In fact, Fada Bernard (alias Bobo) made it to Venezuela on a couple of occasions in dose ole days to join we for dinner. About five years ago in Maracaibo I ran into a lawyer named Echeverria who tole me he went to Mount. I believe he because he crooked like hell. I was just dong der a few weeks ago and I had lunch wid Myron in Caracas. I called Isaias Facheg and spoke wid he. Dat fella does be a bisy docta and he gettin ole fa so. Urbano was out of dee country so I didn't see he. I livin in Baton Rouge and have bin here for 12 years now. Brian still livin in Valencia, and Christian been in Oklahoma now for more dan turtee years.

When I saw Myron in Caracas he mentioned dat he visited Mount last year wid one of his sons. He tole me dat dee place was run dong and almost abandun. I heard dat in dee later years dee place became a drug rehab center. Dee jail, on dee hill finally turned into someting useful. Anyway, I does be workin at LSU doin petroleum research an lookin for oil in Louisiana. Perhaps, Christian and Brian will update you for dee newsletter, but dem not as verbose as me so I doubt it.  My university email is dgodda1@lsu.edu 

Anyway, it's a pleasure gettin in touch wid ya.

Best wishes,

Don Goddard

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Hello Tony,

I was at Mount from 1953 to 1959 when I left to go to school in The States. My brothers Brian and Donald had left a year earlier.

I presently live in Edmond, Oklahoma.

I have been enjoying the web site and thought that I would share some old photos that I had scanned in to my computer.

The web site brought back many fond memories.

Many thanks to you and Ladislao.

Christian Goddard

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Ladislao:

Thanks for a chance to go down memory lane and I´ll be sending interesting notes to you soon but for now I have an important project meeting with the Polar group and need to get going; so until later on today,

Gracias & saludos, Brian Goddard

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Continuing the Who is Where, thanks to Roger Henderson: 

23. John Thavenot lives in Australia 

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FW: CHANGING OF THE GUARDS

From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com

Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 23:04:03 +0000 

Cornel,

Sorry for replying late, however your story is a good one for Ladislao, just that story of your times I like,

Thank you my brother, you are blessed,

Glen... 

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From: corneldefreitas@hotmail.com

Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 03:08:08 -0400 

Dear Glen: In one word, .... Fantastic....!

Never stop writing, Glen.

It would have been wonderful, if you could have included pictures...

... pictures from the beginning to the year of the closing, and the way it is now.

As my thoughts drift backwards in time, I remember one of the saddest days in my life. 

That day was the day I was leaving Mount St. Benedict.

I can still remember it as clearly as though it was yesterday.

My suitcase was lifted into the Black Vauxhall (I believe it was called 'Cresta') and as I climbed in, and closed the car door.

The long journey to Piarco International Airport seemed to take forever.

When we arrived at the airport and my suitcase was checked in, I requested a window seat on the right side of the plane. 

I wanted to be able to see the Beautiful White Buildings half way up that northern mountain range.

It was the place that I called “home”, the place that I called home for the last seven years

That was the day in my life, a very sad day, when my time at this glistening “White Castle In The Sky” came to an end.

As I boarded the plane and was pointed to my seat, as in all previous times, I put on my seatbelt as I was instructed.

As I sat there quietly, I couldn't stop all of the memories that were flying through my mind. 

I seemed to have absolutely no control of it.

Suddenly the plane started rolling on the tarmac, heading towards the end of the runway.

It slowly turned facing east and before I knew it, the engines roared to life and I felt my body pressing back into my seat as we started down the runway.

I felt the front rising up toward the sky and the wheels lifting off the ground. 

I realized that I was now disconnected.

We were airborne; I was no longer connected to that island in the sun. 

That beautiful island named after the Blessed Trinity.

A strange feeling started to come over me.

I was on my way back to the place called home…back to my family. 

A place I was away from for such long periods of time, a place where I actually felt more like a stranger.

The plane made a steep climb heading east and then started its turn to the left. 

I was looking out my window, hoping to catch a glimpse of those familiar buildings halfway up that northern mountain range.  

A sight I had seen so many times when I made my trip home to visit my parents and my brothers and sisters.

There they were, bathed in the morning sunlight. 

So bright, that their white walls of the buildings appeared to be glowing, glowing in the bright morning light.

The monastery, the school and the brand new St. Bennet's Hall.

What a Majestic sight they were!

Upon that mountain we know as Mount St. Benedict. 

Our beloved “White Castle in the Sky”.

Its white walls still glistened in the morning sunlight as we slowly flew west, picking up more speed.

While the plane slowly gained more velocity as we sped through the sky, the buildings started to get smaller and smaller.

I then came to realize…it was over.

Except this time, I knew, now - this time it was for ever ...!

As the view of Mount St. Benedict started to disappear in the distance, I felt my eyes well up with tears that slowly slid down my cheeks for quite a few minutes, while at that same time a lump developed in my throat.

It was one of the saddest occasions in my life. 

Up to this day, whenever I think about it, I can still remember the sad feelings I had, even though it happened almost Fifty years ago.  

I can still feel that inner emptiness, and the longing for a place where I once lived and grew up amongst some of the nicest young men. 

I missed the feelings of brotherhood that grew within me, like when one plants a seed and watches that seed come to life, with the love that grew within us, like a seed blossoming into very special memories. 

The memories of belonging to a most Special Group of young men.

Members of a Club, an Elite club, a Club called:

"The Knights Of White Stones”.

I was so intrigued about this “Club”, that I felt compelled to ask Glen an important question.

Could you tell me more about "The Knights Of White Stones”.

I will never forget that day, Glen, when I asked you about that Special Club. 

I then also asked you how "I" could become a member.

Your response to my question touched me so deeply that it rekindled a flame in my heart when you said to me:

"Cornel, you are a member of the Club".

I was bursting with a very Special sense of Pride!

A membership that re-instilled in me that Special Feeling of Belonging. 

Belonging to a very Special Group of People for whom I still have a great love, a Love that will never die.

I truly miss those Wonderful Years, and all my brothers... even the ones I never had the privilege and honour to meet.

Thank you Glen, for continuing to write your beautiful stories, reminding us all that we all belong to a Very Special Group of men, referred to as: 

“The Knights Of White Stones”.

With Gratitude.

I Pray that Our Lord blesses each and every Mount Boy, and their loving families in a very special way.

Yours Always, your brother in Christ Jesus.

Keep  me and my loved ones always in your prayers

Cornel A. de Freitas

MSB 1959-1964

Pax In Vertute

Toronto, Ontario, CANADA 

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From: mckoy43glen@hotmail.com

Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 19:32:25 +0000 

My Dear Abbey,      (Tales of the Knights of White Stones),

Attention, to all "Abbey Knights of White Stones", this is the Spring of 2011, she brings us great change, the tides are high and we are moving on, this our journey for Knowledge and Wisdom, The Time has come "The Transfer". 

WELCOME TO THE CLUB / ONE AND ALL / AMIGOS AND BROTHERS / FOREVER ONE / THE MOUNT / 

They who once walked upon that sacred, secret place, they called "White Stones", she still shines like diamonds under the Harvest Moon, to the Eagles in the Sky.  

As recorded in the book, "The King of Hearts", which is still kept in a chest at the Dutch enclave, upon that mountain.  

These Legends, Tales and Stories, comes from the Monks, Knights and the villages that surrounds Mt. Tabor.  Tunapuna, Trinidad W.I. 

If you climb those hills you will find a Castle in the Sky, on a mountain dedicated to Saint Benedict on this Caribbean island, hidden under the sun.

As it was written in this great book, a long long time ago, many great and wise men of that time (1942-1984), from all the surrounding islands and Spanish main lands, sent their eldest sons to this Castle in the Sky, for an education that was never seen in this area of the world, and would never be seen again. 

It was written, that these Dutch Jesuit Monks, taught some lessons that were banned hundreds of years before, when the Vatican disbanded the Knights Templar's, and even tried to kill them all. 

Those who escaped and survived formed their own country that is now known as Switzerland. 

The special attention and education, that these boarders of this Abbey School received, from these Jesuit Monks in this castle the sky on this island hidden under the sun, flourished for some forty something years, then one day without notice to anyone, she closed her doors to the world around her. 

Of the two thousand and twelve souls, that lived, played, studied, in these walls of joys and sadness, very little is known of where they all went to, and what became of them, from the gardeners, cooks, teachers and the many wonderful people who helped manage this fine institution, until now, in these revelations.

Therefore, take heed, from the four corners of the earth, we call upon all members of the "Saints' houses" of the Abbey School, Mt. St. Benedict 1942 to 1984.

See that, in the closing half of chapter eleven it is stated there will be four signs, according to the book "The King of Hearts". 

#1) The very last "Master List of the Knights of White Stones" is made.

#2) A Chair is found broken in the halls of delusion and confusion.

#3) The Last Three Sacred Ones, our teachers, the monks, stands alone in the Castle. 

#4) The Transfer of the Rites of the Knights, begins @ 11AM/ on the 11/11/11. 

At 10AM, on the 10/10/10, a meeting of the Southern Knights was held on the island of Margarita. 

A passage from the book the "King of Hearts", was read. 

From these readings, an important decision was made.  

Long live the future of the Realm as the resulting transition begins.  

The Secret, until now, that only the Knights and the Sacred Ones shared is:  

A Chest from the time of the pirates and a Cylinder containing unanswered questions from Rome, about a Jesuit Monk from Brazil. 

There is a known story about a "Rod of Power", the maker of Rain and Storms, and even more powerful things.

Jesus' cousin, John the Baptist, was considered by many to be the new Elijah and John also created Stone Circles, the second rainmaker, "Honi the Circle Drawer', fathered a son called 'Hanan the Hidden', was also a sacred rainmaker who some suspects is really James, the brother of Jesus and was close to John the Baptist. 

This is what this Jesuit Monk said to two other Monks, at a monastery in Budapest Oct.1942, and then he died, without telling them, where this Rod was kept.  

Dr. Voosh, our late father of Science, in many great debates.

We also believed this practice of stone circle making was thriving at the time of Jesus but its associated 'magic' practices were known only to a select few - all of whom appear to be connected, additional evidence that a magical belief had been passed down from the time that the original Star Prophecy was made, all the way to Jesus and his family. 

In the early 1960's, the Vatican sent someone to investigate, whatever belongings the Jesuit Monk from Brazil may have left here in Trinidad. 

All they found was his books, some art work, and gold religious artefacts in some ancient wooden boxes, from a long time ago. 

They ended the search after a week or two. 

The Dutch monk who taught French, we over heard, saying to the monk of maths, and the monk (father of the scouts), what they were looking for, they believe is still in Brazil, they all looked at each other with a smile. 

The Changing of the Guards, the Transfer will be made. 

On 11/11/11 at 11 am, a vessel will leave a Port-of-Spain, on it she will carry a chest and many souvenirs, from the Castle in the sky. 

Destination a new found land, this place was chosen a long time ago, if we had to abandon the Castle, which almost happened once or twice.

This is only being done, for the safety and protection of the Realm. 

Long live the Realm, Long live the Mount, Long live the "Knights of White Stones", Forever-One, The Club. 

From the Tales of White-Stones, from the book, the King of Hearts,

Best regards –

Glen McKoy.. 

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Ladislao Kertesz at kertesz11@yahoo.com,

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Photos:

Mount Inside 6407 p2

72UN0001CLASS1976, Please send in the names

11SC6474AGASCO, Alloy Garner and Salvador Coscarart.

11DG0001DGOFAM, Donald Goddard and family