I love to go hiking with the bros. Had lost of fun the last time I went to Holywell, spent 2 nights camping and hiking around the mountains. Got lost on the longest hiking challenge with Paul when we decide to go off the trail and ended up in Portland. Walked for hours but it was worth it. You get tired, see beauty, get scared of being lost, get lost, ask questions, cut new paths or find ancient ones, back track bad ones, use your sense of direction and land marks to find your way but always with a joy and satisfaction.

Word of advice, stay on the well known paths unless your are with someone skilled and experienced or you could get lost for hours even days in those mountains.

If you ever want to take the hike on your own, being familiar with Kingston/Jamaica, take taxi from Papine and ask to be taken to Holywell (they should charge about $1000 – $1500 JMD). Bring $250 JMD /per night (2018 – 2019).

They have all you need except tents. I mean, these people have their shit worked out. There is a shack shop so bring you bacon, fire wood/coals for their fire pit or being your own grill.

They even have bathrooms round the mountain so you can shower with spring water in privacy, yes toilets are fabulous. Its camping with options 🙂

I wont say you wont regret it… YOU CANT REGRET IT! Its just amazing!

After two days i was restored, mentally physically and emotionally, literally. Right now im so over worked and stress and cant find the time worse my pals are away but im fixing to get at it.

Be prepared to meet the who is who. usually its the more wealthy folks that you will meet here since Jamaicans don’t seems to make or sometimes have the time, or whatever else, to get to the camp site, not that its out or their reach, but I just don’t see the enthusiasm, most don’t even know the mountain exists. Pretty sad stuff. I highly recommend it!

I remember finding a falls and also once picking a sour wild berry, then finding a hidden path and appearing like a pioneer in some beautiful clearing. The type of stuff you see in movies with the little mushrooms growing on a log covered with due sprinkled green rich moss.

I loved the huge pan fried sausage I had, though im sure my cholesterol spike dramatically when i decided to add cheese but i figured it was the best place to punch out the old clock.

Oh back to what i was saying, bring your tent, lights (the ranger hut does have solar powered electricity to charge your devices if need)

Not sure what else to tell you to bring apart from your ass. Just take whatever makes you comfortable.

There are no bears if snakes so you have nothing to fear but it is very cold at nights so be prepared for that. If you need a camping pal then comment me your request and we can work something out.

Silence… its so loud, it hurts.. my entire being aches from the blasts.

I cant focus, my emotions are in a pit and i feel lost.

Nothing seems to mean anything and everything is pointless.

How can you run when the enemy is always there, a shell you cant escape?

The only escape is to drown the enemy, get high. Bottles, pills, cigarettes.

I hate… silence. I don’t talk much but I love to listen, when i do speak i hope to be heard, even if it seems stupid.

I have the world on my shoulders, i carry it with a smile to bury my dying insides.

Have you ever been trapped in silence? No one hears or sees you? Dying..

That’s my life, unknown, forgotten black sheep of the outcasts.

Why do I write this?… because I cant keep it in and remain in manifestation.

What is silence, it is the echo of your existence in a life of futility where it all just seems pointless, you want to be so much more but you just cant, you try but it all falls apart in ash before your eyes, you reach out and all the arms reaching back just takes what you have and vanish. No hugs, no love, no heart, no empathy, no understanding, no one to rely on when you are weak but like a demon given heavenly wings, you still stand by everyone, you are always there.. but who is there for you… are your weakest, who sheds a tear for you?… all you are left in when everyone goes home… is………………… silence (echoing emptiness).

I just hopes this helps someone out there, know that you are never alone even when your alone and the enemy is always on your heels, i’m here to say… its okay to cry, its okay to break, its okay to hurt, its okay to be you, its okay to be sad, its okay to hate the hate and love again… will it mean anything, maybe not… but that’s okay too, and you are never the only one.

Love from Rodric J. Montique

Death is real, love is a lie

Live in a dream, sucks to be I

Crisp as a seam, tuck in my lies

Sucks to be me, worse when alive

What is a fean, what is a cry

Strut in the streets, sup with the sky

Flying on E, slip and ill die

Fantasy is real, loving my life

Ca you be me when I want to die

Can you be me or am I a fly

Standing in pee cause im in a high

Fondling bees tonguing my cheeks

Numb from the breeze sprung from the fleas

Hung from the beam, young and unseen

Druming a beat mumbling peace

Stumbling creep crumbling weak

fumbling tea, I think ill survive

Just let me be… Ill be… alright.

I loved this episode so much. The role switch on gay and christian. That’s how we should view these in reality since we can be born with a genetic predisposition to live gay, even medically, while Christianity is the choice (any religion), there is no birth defect that can force a person to be christian, apart from being born in a christian idealistic family.

Point is, while i am not gay, i do know people who are and some did not wake up to a choice like going church on Sunday, they woke up to a factual self realization that arises with consciousness and the reality of their existence (not like enlightenment since there is no not knowing prior to the awareness of self).

Such individuals can exist and NOT be christens but to exist and not be gay is self denial, a denial of their very genetic design and manifestation of their soul’s expression in this life, since it is just who they are, in mind, body and soul (DNA most importantly).

We all went through a “same sex fixation” as a child (as with oral and genital fixations) by the fact that we were born, genetic dispositions and/or other factors can influence the overcoming of these fixations, but none of us went through a religious fixation (prior to or after a christening) until we were inducted y others. You can be born gay but you cant be born christian, its genetically impossible.

*THIS GOES FOR ALL RELATIONS Not just Christianity.*

I was raise christian but I also got a good education as well which allowed me to become just as intellectual as i was religions.

“Man’s greatest downfall will not be pollution, crime, corruption, politics r money… it has always been and will forever be, ignorance…the Bliss purest bliss a man can ever know.”