The Call from The Wild

In the hills, in Jamaica, there is a properly kept rain forest with a beautiful river.  Neill Marley goes there since I visited that spot, by myself, at night, in 1993.  A special bus driver took me there because I was experiencing the effect of too much satanism on my skin while I was there.  It became a spiritual retreat for his very devout Rastafarian community.  They have decided that even bathing in the river is blasphemous.  At night, Neill began to hear what sounded like monkeys.  It was the true animal nature of ailing Rastas, but just one blip away was their demonic core.  His home was in Negril, but he portaled effortlessly.  His "day job" was in the penitentiary system in Kingston as a line deputy.  He was my age when I was there.  We were 21, thus the perfect age for a Rasta wedding of heads of state.  I needed to not be asked.  It would have ended badly.  Maybe my ex, from Colombia would agree.  I am 47, and still unmarried.  Around me, the capital became unstable blaming Rasta chiefs for me and these other white studying their sea.  Rastas calmed this by walking through Kingston, NAKED (thus stamping out that they had small or no penises at all), with machine guns, smoking huge ganja cigars (thus pulling through the cigar wielding Cuba military tree.  It worked smashingly, and has become part of their "therapy" at The Music festival each year.  They have become part of a parade.  No rumors will swirl around that colony and subject of sexual readiness.  I never met him when I was studying in his land.  My whole crew of marine biology heads went to the Marley Music Festival (in Negril) when I was there, but I was sick that day.  We all were pretty high and mighty when we were there.  We went to a party in the hills when I was there and Michael Jackson actually sang.  His whole family is from Kingston. (Tracy Chapman and Reggie Chapman [from local cbs/ WCCO] are cousins to all of them too.)  Now that Joe is dead, I can put that online.  He WAS that bus driver and he also took me one day to their sugarcane (and marijuana) plantation one day and let me have a whole sugar cane stalk for free because I was sick.  It was the next night he took me to the river because I had missed the exploration their by my group because of illness.  In Kingston, Neill HEARD those animal monkey sounds though he was deaf, in the jail and penitentiary there.  His state of deafness made it easier to confront and deal with logically without fear.  He knew to separate the beings into separate cells one by one.  Even deification was not allowed.  I was not to meet him there, I was to meet him here, so that he can be where he needs to be today.  He is in Indy about to start this process with The Line Deputy of Marion County.  This is occurring there now after a huge electrical pulse HERE, in Fridley Starbucks, yesterday.  I hung up after leaving a message with my brother that was sweet, and BOOM.  All the lights and electricity went off and auxillary came on immediately.  Even the Saudi Chief left his seat to sit for about 15 minutes in the bathroom.  There is no animal tunnel through on this pen. monkey sounding reality, it is just inner beast on these homo sapiens.  Good luck guys.