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lunes, 21 de abril de 2014

The Kolbrin Bible

The Kolbrin, in its present production, incorporates a body of enlightened teachings which are the treasure of the centuries, a light on the path of Truth, and as applicable to the world today as they were in the past. There has, however, been a considerable amount of reconstruction, as the original writings survived only precariously. Most of what is presented here was actually salvaged from a pile of discarded manuscripts and was partially burned and damaged by the weather before being reconstructed into a manuscript from which this is rewritten.

Undoubtedly, additional material has been incorporated with good intent, to fill gaps and elaborate on the original. Something may have been lost in the modernization of various parts. The important point, however, is that this is not intended to be a historical record, an intellectual work or literary effort, it falls short of these and is rather a coherent and consistent body of spiritual teachings. It is on this aspect alone that it stands or falls. The spiritual truths presented here are all that matters, the rest can be regarded as an embellishment, a vehicle for presentation and conveyance.

The message conveyed, whatever its form of presentation, is always the essential core, and ethically, morally and spiritually the Kolbrin concedes nothing to other works of a like nature. It should be seen as an inspirational work, the substance of which can be accepted with confidence and trust.

While great care was exercised in the past, to ensure that these transcriptions would be transmitted through the centuries in a form as unadulterated and unaltered as possible, little is known about the actual persons or body of people concerned. From what is known, the name 'Kolbrin' was originally applied to a collection of manuscripts which were salvaged from Glastonbury Abbey at the time of its burning. The fire, which was arson, was intended to destroy those manuscripts, but they were secretly housed otherwise than in the scriptorium and library at the time of the fire. In any event, it was believed that these 'heretical works' were destroyed, and as it happened the fire proved to be a good cover for their preservation.

Some of the manuscripts were transcribed, at some time, on to thin metal plates and, collectively, these were known as 'The Bronzebook of Britain'. This designation was carried forward when they were written out in book STITCH from in the seventeenth century. The subject matter was then divided into chapters and the paragraphs were numbered. The whole was modernized in the latter part of the nineteenth or early part of the twentieth century. Incorporated in the modern Kolbrin are manuscripts which were traditionally clamed to have been copied from salvaged manuscripts which were not transcribed on to metal plates and formed a work known as 'The Coelbook'.

During the second and third decades of this century these books were in possession of a religious group in England which was never very powerful, because requirements for membership were too restrictive. It would seem that throughout history the Kolbrin has always been on the brink of extinction, yet it has survived, safeguarded by a few who barely knew what it was all about, who were neither intellectual nor wealthy and for whom the practicalities of life took precedence.

Originally, there were twenty-one books, which were said to be twelve books of Britain, eight books of Egypt and one of the Trojans, but of their names there is little certainty. Only a portion of these books remains and it seems that much of historical nature has been trimmed away.

It is known that at the beginning of the fourteenth century there was a settled community in Scotland under the leadership of oneJohn Culdy. The old Culdians, who were guardians of what they called 'The Treasures of Britain', were never numerous and loosely organized, membership being maintained by itinerant smiths and other craftsmen. They seem to have previously been loosely known as 'Koferils'. The Kolbrin makes mention of 'Wise Strangers' and there is a tradition to the effect that these were the original Culdians (Kailedy). There are other explanations, but the writer is in no position to express any positive or worthwhile opinion. Does it really matter anyway?

We are told that the Ferilmaster (a word of uncertain meaning) was Nathaniel Smith, martyred in the beginning of the seventeenth century. This appears to mark the end of the Old Culdians as a coherent body, but steps were taken to preserve the Kolbrin. For a long time it was buried or otherwise hidden, but some time during the early part of the last century, copies were written out in 'biblical English' and two of the books were in existence just before the first World War. Since then the various books of the Kolbrin have suffered many vicissitudes and what remains is only part of the original.

During the last world war the old books were thrown out as 'worthless junk', saved and again discarded as 'heathen works of the Devil', but luckily, again salvaged before irreparable damage was done. It has not been easy to reconstitute them, even with the assistance of a more knowledgeable co-worker who filled in a few gaps with compatible references to modern works.
No doubt, in its present form the Kolbrin leaves much to be desired. The contents could perhaps have been condensed and much irrelevant matter deleted, but the compiler considered it his prime duty to preserve and retain every possible fragment and leave it to others better qualified to sift, revise and condense.

Obviously, some of the proper names are spelled wrongly, and some of the original correct ones may have been replaced by others, for it seems that in the past there was a biased selection of material to be included. No claim is made regarding historical accuracy, for the compiler is totally unqualified to voice any opinion in this respect; but, as stated before this is not an historical work but the corpus of a doctrine and way of life.

Whose hands originally wrote its many parts is unimportant and it is even less important to know who transcribed it later, though some details appear in the modern section. The phraseology may be cumbersome and even ungrammatical, because of the manner in which the biblical form of English has been modernized by one who has no scholarly pretensions whatsoever. It may be argued that this work should have been presented in its archaic form, to preserve its authenticity, but the compiler disagrees, and we concur.

The criterion by which any literary work should be judged is its message and intent, not its format. The words, of themselves, are sterile, it is the spirit of the whole that give the Kolbrin meaning and life. What is presented here is an attempt to pass on, as near as possible in its original form, with all its defects and shortcomings in style and presentation, something which will be of benefit to all. The original writers attempted to make words convey something beyond inherent meaning, they endeavoured to build an edifice of glory out of common clay.

The importance of what is given here lies in what is projected out of the past into the present lamentable spiritual vacuum; in the help it can offer to the ordinary man and woman, not in what it offers to the literary world. On this basis alone these writings must stand to be judged. The worth of any knowledge is in its value here and now, in present day circumstances. We know, from the later books of the Kolbrin, that for centuries its contents had to be kept secret because they may have been misunderstood or found unacceptable. Perhaps they will fare better now.

This book is resurrected with the sole intent of ranging it alongside the Forces of Good. Its publication will undoubtedly be difficult, for such a work can scarcely be deemed to have popular appeal. It deals with goodness and virtue, courage and mortality, with spiritual ideals and human aspirations, all unpopular and despised fare in these the Days of Decision. It seeks to enshrine love in a place beyond clamour and craving of the mortal flesh, and this alone may be sufficient to call down derision upon it.

The same effort as was put in the piecing together and reconstruction of the Kolbrin, put into a book pandering to the moral weaknesses of society and exploiting the jaded, degenerate appetites of modern life, would undoubtedly prove more popular. But can it be said, even in these morally unwholesome times, that the value of a publication depends solely on its popular appeal?

In the Kolbrin, the Masters can record only the outcome of their own searching. They found assurance but cannot convey it directly to others. If others want it they too must tread the path the Masters trod, a long weary road not for the faint-hearted. The first step along that road is the study of the moral code and standard of conduct required. The next step is to put these into practice, making them the rule of life. They are the disciplines which enabled the truly enlightened ones of the past to awaken inner perception and make direct contact with The Universal Source of Truth. Only by following in their steps can anyone be assured of a path certain of reaching the desired goal.

Originally, the Kolbrin was in two parts, 'The Open Book' and 'The Closed Book', the latter being more properly called 'The Great Book of Eternity', the former being "The Great Book of life". What is presented here is "The Open Book". Actually, this book contains nothing not already known, for mankind has never been without guidance. Truth and wisdom can be no one's monopoly, therefore many things expressed therein are to be found elsewhere.

Superficially the Kolbrin may appear to be just a jumbled collection of maxims and old stories, some incomplete, but to judge it from this standpoint is like analyzing the pigments of the paint in a painting and counting and classifying the brushmarks to discover what an artist wants to convey. To understand it fully one must stand off and view it as a whole, even then comprehension must flow from the heart and mind, not from the eyes.

A society progresses through social evolution, not revolution, but the woes displayed by present day society indicate that the evolutionary trend has taken a wrong direction. The standards of the past, formulated to stabilize society, have been spurned, without any adequate substitutes being put in their place. That is the tragedy of the times.

To get a more comprehensive view of where our society is heading, perhaps a better understanding of where we have been is needed. It is in this context that the Kolbrin is launched, to take its place in the greater scheme of things. 

viernes, 18 de abril de 2014

La Maldicion del Nino Rata CreepyPasta

Arturo era el nino normal de hoy en dia, mas dedicado a los video juegos que a otras cosas.

El promedio de juego de el era como 6 horas diarias mas que todos solia jugar de noche despues que llegaba de la

escuela , no no era para nada retraido solo que preferia jugar online en vez de ir a la playa y quemarse la piel o

aguantar interminables charlas con personas que poco le apetecian sus actividades o no tenian nada en comun.

Su gran companera que tambien era su amor platonico Lucia una chica de 14 rubia , ojos azules delgada sonrisa

encantadora era la combatiente perfecta de mundos desconocidos en donde jugaban online , su tenasidad para matar a

Arturo era tal que varias vece se quedaron mas de 12 horas en guerras sin fin .

Arturo un dia jugando online comenzo a chatear con extrano jugador llamado Fobos, mostraba gran agilidad y

dificultad en las batallas sin cuartel, no habian llegado nunca a preguntarse temas personales como edad sexo, nada

eso lo unicio que importaba era una buena birria computacional donde el estres y el ahora quedaban a un lado.

los padres de Arturo se fueron de visita a unos familiares Aruro les imploro que lo dejaran en la casa esos 5 dias

que se portaria bien etc.. los padres le advirtieron toda clase de cosas al fin aceptaron que ya a sus 13 anos

deberia poder quedarse a solas sin ningun problema.

Tan pronto se fueron sus padres Arturo comenzo hacer planes de grandes batallas epicas online, se compro varias

bebidas energzantes, cafe, y por ahien la escuela o el barrio pudo conseguir algunas pastillas para la fatiga

mental !.

Dia 1

Lo unico que comia Arturo era emparedados de mantequilla de mani, rebanadas de queso, mortdela, y las bebidas

enrgiantes , su puntuacion en los juegos online iba creciendo, estar solo le daba la libertad de poder gritar

mientras jugaba y hacer mas vividas las partidas.

Dia 2

La fatiga mental comenzaba a hacer peuena aparicion , Arturo tenia 20 horas sin dormir y hbia bebido ya 10 latas

grandes de enrgizantes, no tomaba agua solo cafe con algo de leche y mucha azucar. Lucia le chateo al celular que

se uniria despues  juagar tenia que terminar algunas tareas de la escuela.

Dia 3

Por un sgundo extrano a su madre y sus comidas completas por lo regular incluian , arroz, pastas, platanos maduros,

carnes guisadas, jugos. Lo que pasa esque despues de tres dias comiendo lo mismo su paladar estaba cansado asi como

el pero las batallas continuaban a ritmo frenetico miles de jugadores le pasaban a el en puntaje solo con pestanar

. Lucia no se unio al juego como lo prometio.

Dia 4

Aturo estaba dormido y solo eran las 6 de la tarde, amenos de 24 horas de que llegasen los padres y los cotidianos

reganos de tareas de casa sin hacer el tenia que aprovechar el tiempo al maximo, quedaban 3 las grandes de las 20

que compro de bebidas energisantes, pero quedaban las 10 pastillas magicas que su companero de slon le prometio que

 relajaban el cuerpo pero alertaban la mente como no hay igual, le dijo que se llamaban Qualudes o Adas .

brevemente sin pensarlo se tomo la primera pero era tanto el sueno y el cansacio que se arriesgo y tomo 5 pastillas

de una sola vez , nunca pregunto de efectos secundarios y ni le importaban, sus efectos se notaran en 30 minutos le

dijeron !.

6:30

Jugando incansablemente noto una energia en el pego que le comenzaba a calentar y su agilidad mental fue mejorando

poco a poco , la luz mas tenue se volvio un foco de mil wattios de ilumincaion , todo era luz y esplendor, la

computadora se transformo en una nave espacial, los sonidosle desgarraban los oidos de lo real que parecian.

12:00  Media noche

Tras varias horas de jugar online el Arturio era el unico que tenia +1000 en puntos de sus segundo adversario ,

aquel timepo de seguro lo recordaria por siempre , fue justo en la media noche cuando Fobos le chateo

constantemente cosas muy privadas de Arturo y como Fobos se habia enterados de esto? cosa de su infancia sus padres

etc..

1:00 a.m.

Fobos le chateo que quiera sis e podia poner pausa al jueo e iniciar una video chat , bueno Aruto murmuro que

poruqe no , vale! el video chat inicio Fobos estaba on una siniestra vestimenta como de brujo medieval muy tipico

de los frikis online , una vara de poder se dejaba ver a una lado de la pantalla, la cara tenia como un especie de

manto, en medio del chat Fobos le dijo que acercara la mano izquierda a la vara de poder que le iba a dar el poder

infinito por varias horas hasta el amanecer , Guay contesto Arturo que coloco su mano en la pantalla , acto seguido

Fobos murmuraba palabras extranas aquel no era espanol ni latin era otra lengua 5 inutos temino como si fuese una

pequena ceremonia!

2:00 a.m.

Arturo se deperto medio asutado no recoradaba mucho del chat pero algo habia cambiado en su cuarto no se parecia,

es decir se sentia como si fuese su casa pero no lo era , era como si su vison n fuera rela sino como un video HD

en algunas esquina de la casa se podia notar pixeles! Arturo salio de la casa para probar si los efectos seguian y

si la luz de la calle estaba ahi y atrave de ella se podia ver una linea bien marcada entre luz y oscuridad osea

talves el no estaba depsierto del todo sino como habia leido una vez estaba en un sueno lucido .

2:30  a.m.

El podia hacer cualquier cosa que le daba la gana ! era como Dios en su mudno de ensueno y lo mejor es ue todo

parecia ser real! siiiiii Arturo recojio una escopeta de cazaria que tenia su padre y se llevo varios cartucho ,

comenzo a disparale a lo que fuere , revento varios vidrios de las ventanas de sus vecinos, se fue a un local de

chinitos donde saqueo a mansalba comio varios barras de chocolate cuando derepnte salio un chino a defender su

tienda a lo cual Artuo asesino con un tiro en la cabeza cerca se hallaba la mujer y una nina Arturo comenzo a

reirse freneticamente despues de todos solo era un sueno lucido !

3:00 a.m.

Un Policia se le acerco trantando de agarrarlo lo cual Arturo se safo y ledio golpes con la caha de la escopeta

hata rebentrarle la cabeza al policia la sangre brotba por todos lados sangre pixelada no era real el seguia

sonando, cuando vio la caa de lucia sintio un aire erotico y corrio hacia ella al encuentro de su amada despues de

disprale al pecho al padre y la madre de Lucia se acerco a su cuato donde ella estaba despierta y aterrorizada

Arturo le dijo esto es solo un sueno aiqeu lo gozare contigo acto seguido la violo varias veces , Aruro se coezaba

a quedar dormido derepente, lucia alcanzo corrio a la cocina  donde vio a su m,adre destrozada y grito alocada

alcnzo un cuchillo con el ccual corto la pierna de Arturo.

4:00  a.m.

Arturo la vio clavandole el cuchillo en la pierna y le parecio que muy bonito ver como la sangre brotaba era

unespectaculo , de sensaciones encontradas entre odio dolor rabia alegria, la golpeo fuertemente el cara agarro el

cuchillo y se lo enterro fuertemente en la barriga, la habrio y se djo asi lucen las entranas de una mujer ,

intestino delgado, grueso , esto debe de ser el higado , los pulmones ... un desvario total a lo cual bostezo que

ya era suficiente se iba a su casa a descansar que los reganos comenzarian cuando sus padres llegasen

5:00  a.m.

al sentarse frente la computadora estaba Fobos el cual murmuraba palabaras inteligibles, poco a pcoco Arturo fue

cayendo en supor.

7:00 a.m.

Arturo comenzab adespertar sus manos la sentia cansadas y un fuerte dolo en la pierna, su primera vision fue sus

mano banados en sangre y un texto en la pantalla de la computador  NO FUE UN SUENO TODO FUE REAL !