Munnar is evil…
26 Mar 2012 4 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: csi church, CSI CHURCH Munnar, Eleanor Isabel Rose, Evil, free masons, Freemasons, munnar, satanic church
A few days back i was walking down the old roads of Munnar from Devikulam route to the Munnar town with one of my classmates.That is the first time i heard of the term FREE MASONS. My friend who is a neighbor to the Hill station told me about the dark places in Munnar and how they never could explore it…Black Church is a term i have been hearing for ages. i was so interested into the stuff but my fever made me forget about it until today.
What ever i am writing below is just my views or the things i got from all of our friend-GOOGLE…
Freemasonry…
first of all,I am not tryin to freak you out-but for the past few minutes i was unable to type.my computer was not accepting my keyboard inputs.
leave t-maybe yet another technical issue…
928 Heather
-the name of the lodge and the lodge number in Munnar.read more about the whole lodge thing here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Lodge
Have you ever had this feeling about the church you see on the left side of the road on your way from the old town to the new town.-Ya the old CSI CHURCH.
Have you ever went to the graveyard of the church where there are the tombs of Freemasons? Ya buddy it is true.According to what i came to know the graveyard came to existence even before the church came up there..
Talking more about it-I will never say that the church is haunted but i always felt that It is frozen monument in space and time.The grave of Eleanor Isabel Rose(as i read from somewhere),where you will find fresh flowers everyday and and a dark lean dog that watches over it.
I go to this church most weeks for worship but i never can imagine how it will be to stay awake in a place like that at night.-well we’ll have to ask that to the sexton or the presbyter of the church.But i really know that the church and the congregation have the truth of worship that u will never find in a church like ours.
But think back-the mist,the thoughts of Freemasons who were there at the beginning,the grave of Eleanor Isabel Rose,i cant stand the thoughts of how terrifying Munnar is…
Then about the crazy story of the black church i have been hearing since i first came to Munnar.
This is something that i never believed but i always heard it from one place or another. There is a place in munnar where Satanic worship takes place-which my friends tried to explore.
The girls who went in search of it told me that they found it but couldnt go near it(they were afraid) while the boys said that its too hard to explore-That is,it is a special arrangement that nobody from outside are able to find it quickly but that,the people inside can see everyone outside clearly. and they claimed that some watchmen came and compelled them to stay away as that is a private property.
Well im left with two more years in munnar.This two more years is gonna be filled with thrill and a bit of freaking out.. reading more and more and tring to understand more and more makes me believe more and more that what i am hearing is true.. anyway there maybe lots to fight upon but some facts have to be accepted…
Before i stop writing let me remind you Munnar also means “MOONNE AARE”-or “3 six’s” and you know what it is….
Now it is around 12:40am,its quite funny why we think about all these at this time of the day. The sound of the dog outside makes me feel that it has something more to add.
but let me just stop here.
When the world sleeps under the blanket in the cold mist of Munnar,just stay awake and feel the gentle breeze and the stories it tell about the lost love of Eleanor Isabel Rose, about the dog that still waits for its keeper,the probable worships going on in the freezing cold of munnar to please the animal side of man and all the untold stories of the past…
I’ve Seen
22 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
I’ve seen castles made out of sand,
Met people who believe destiny is engraved on the palm of their hands,
I’ve seen people change their faith,
Experienced love change into hate,
I’ve seen people grow younger with age,
And a bird who wouldn’t fly out of an open cage,
I’ve seen love sold for money,
People who are devastated inside but outside they’re funny,
I’ve seen the unicorn fall in love with the toad,
People who owned half the city have now hit the road,
I’ve learned to expect the unexpected,
Perfection doesn’t exist, we’re all defected,
Everyone cries,some just hide their tears,
They say coal turns diamond over a thousand years,
Someone may believe u are one in a million,
For others u are just another nobody in the billion.
So live life with all that u have,
cherish all your moments Happy or Sad,
Feel blessed with what you are. Coz Life is too short n we cant go too far.
This is What i am
30 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
I’m no saint. I make mistakes, but when i apologize i really mean it. I have regrets, and I act like I’m a lot smarter than I actually am. I cry…a lot, i swear even more, I laugh way too long, and things just seem to get to me more. I’m quiet around folks i don’t know, Basically, I’m saying I’m not perfect, but when I’m with my family & the few who really know me, I forget all that, and it just doesn’t…
Some tears….
17 Oct 2011 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: love, pain, tears, turning point
In our life there is always a turning point,maybe meeting a true inspirer,a true friend or a true love. This brings us eternal happiness.i felt i had the happiness but i lost it before i had a chance 2 protect it.! ..but to leave it behind is painful.yea!some tears never dry.from the way that we let it into our life,we knw we have been touched.. But life has to move on,and i believe that every moment of failure and success will pass and..will t.? time gotta prove or is it proving?no not this fast.never! but soon or sooner,life will prove i am right.even then some tears will never dry.
The old rugged cross
19 Sep 2011 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: favorate hymns, Hymns, The old rugged cross
On a hill far away
stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suffering and shame;
and I love that old cross
where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.
Refrain:
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it some day for a crown.
2. O that old rugged cross,
so despised by the world,
has a wondrous attraction for me;
for the dear Lamb of God
left his glory above
to bear it to dark Calvary.
(Refrain)
3. In that old rugged cross,
stained with blood so divine,
a wondrous beauty I see
for ’twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died,
to pardon and sanctify me.
(Refrain)
4. To that old rugged cross
I will ever be true,
its shame and reproach gladly bear;
then he’ll call me some day
to my home far away,
where his glory forever I’ll share.
(Refrain)


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