OCCULT JAMAICA: Vacation To Hell

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Following the arrival of Christopher Columbus in 1494, Jamaica’s indigenous Taíno people fell under Spanish rule, leading to the death of the majority of Taínos via newly introduced diseases. As the Taíno population dwindled, the Spanish brought large numbers of Africans to Jamaica as slaves. In 1655, England conquered Jamaica from Spain, and turned the island into the world’s leading sugar exporter, based on a slave plantation economy. The British emancipated slaves in 1838. Jamaica remains a British Commonwealth realm to this day, and Charles III is its king.

“Someday Jamaica will make the earth tilt on its axis and begin a dance to the reggae beat to the accompaniment of earthquake. And who can resist the dance of the earthquake, mon?” — Peter Tosh

“It was one of the few places that would have us at the time.” — Keef, on why the Rolling Stones moved to Jamaica in the 1970s; Keef lived in Ocho Rios, incidentally, right next to Prospect Estate. You or Mick get a tree, Keef?

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NOTE: One of my favorite things about writing this Substack is the letters I get from readers. Some of my favorites among those letters have told real-life tales that lift the veil a bit on what the world is really like and how it works.

I got this letter last week from a reader named Adam. It was reminiscent of the conversational style of the best-selling author Ira Levin (Rosemary’s Baby, Boys From Brazil, etc.), in which a common-man’s voice matter-of-factly describes uncanny things and mysterious individuals. I enjoyed it so much, I asked Adam if I could republish it on this Substack and he agreed. Here we go! ADAM, A READER, WRITES:

Hi Tom,

Your recent post inspired me to share this story about a strange vacation my wife and I took last year to Jamaica. It relates to the Cabal, the Commonwealth, and the Trudeau family. Oh, and also Baphomet!

My wife and I are empty nesters, and we have been among low-income earners for much of our adult lives. We spent 10 years in ministry making less than $40,000 per year for a family of four, followed by two years in grad school where neither of us worked for two years - I was in school full-time and my wife was homeschooling our two children.

So, in the last few years, my career has taken off and we have found ourselves with a little money to spend for the first time ever. Along with that, our parents are aging, and my wife's parents have started doing the "give it away before we die" thing and gifting us with generous money around the holidays.

Two years ago, my wife asked me if we could do an all-inclusive vacation to Jamaica. I typically like to make my own schedule on vacation because

1. I am somewhat of a control freak

2. I am a weirdo who likes to see weird things

3. I am a bit of a cheapskate and paying for all-inclusive has always seemed opulent.

I am also more a mountain person and not really a beach person. But this time I said yes, and so we went to Jamaica in 2023 for the first time and loved it. We now plan to go back each year.

Our first year, we stayed at the resort and had the time of our lives. But last year, since we were more familiar with the cadence of Jamaica, we scheduled several off-site excursions to get out and see more of the island.

Because lots of areas of Jamaica are rough and dangerous, as with many second-and third-world nations, numerous activity and adventure parks are located there for white folk like us to have enjoyable and safe things to do.

Jamaica, Jamaica.

At one of the parks we went to, we had signed up to take a guided tour of a famous local swimming hole. However, the parish had released water from one of the dams recently, so the normally blue water was silted and very high. The excursion was cancelled. We were offered a small refund as well as a jitney tour of a nearby plantation instead. I rolled my eyes a bit because neither jitneys nor plantations are really my thing - I am more of a doer on vacation, I go on vacation to tire myself out from my normally sedentary middle-aged lifestyle. But, we were there and it was free and the shuttle wasn't leaving to go back to the hotel for a couple more hours, so why not?

Our tour guide and jitney driver was a Jamaica fellow named Nico. Nico started the tractor and a group of about 10 of us went through the jungle down some at times very rough dirt track. Once we crossed the boundary into the plantation, the roads improved somewhat, and Nico pulled the jitney to a stop in front of a small grove of allspice trees. Nico began his speech about the history of the plantation, called Prospect Plantation or Prospect Estate, owned or formerly owned by the family of Sir Harold Mitchell since he purchased it sight-unseen in 1936. His family foundation now owns and runs the estate.

As he was giving the history of the estate, Nico drew our attention to name placards affixed to the trees in the grove: Michael Douglas, Catherine Zeta Jones, Beyonce Knowles, Shawn Carter (Jay-Z) and Kelly Rowland. Nico told us how those trees were planted in honor of their visits to the estate as guests of the foundation. Part of the Mitchell family foundation endows a school which I believe is called "Prospect College" where select Jamaica males receive training and education for careers in government and law enforcement. Hmmmm, a boy's prep school in Jamaica? "Promising" boys are taken from their families and raised/trained on an estate? That gave me a very tiny buzzing sound, but what came next set off a full five alarm fire in my wife and I.

One of the other tour guests asked Nico if there was a way we could also donate to the school and have a tree planted with our names on it. To which Nico replied, "oh no, that is only for members of the family or friends of the family." DING DING DING. My wife and I looked at each other because we both knew something was being hidden in plain sight in front of us.

From this small grove of trees, we then rode five minutes or so to a beautiful little wedding chapel located on the estate. As we pulled up, Nico informed us that anyone who wanted to could be married here, but to expect to probably not have enough money to afford it, that only the very wealthy and connected could afford to rent the chapel. He said and I quote: "the kind of people who get married here make you realize there are two groups of people. One group is the normal people, but these others always seem to know what is about to happen in world events before anyone else does." He said that to the group and no one but me shit their pants!

The page to book the chapel is here: https://www.prospect-villas.com/weddings/ Nico asked the group is we'd like to see the inside:

Before anyone could answer, I was out of the jitney and headed inside.

As you can see from the photo above, it is a small, modest, yet beautiful venue. While we walked up toward the altar, Nico drew our attention to the small bronze plaque to the left of the altar. It was a memorial plaque for Sir Harold Mitchell's daughter, Mary-Jean Mitchell Green. She died at age 39 from Cancer, but before that she served as a board member for major international banks, her family owned coal mining interests in the United States, and she was even highly involved in the UMWA. Having worked at a coal mining operation for several years, this interested me a great deal. And, yet another clue: a young woman with no industry experience to speak of was involved in things as disparate as international banking, coal mining, and national-level union politics, all at the age where most normies would just be getting Masters Degrees. We were clearly in rarified air.

When everyone was done admiring the memorial plaque, Nico began filing us all back outside. I had drifted over to the right side of the altar, where there was another plaque hung up:

I don't know much, but I know something important when I see it!

I asked Nico about the meaning of this plaque. He became even cagier and more evasive than he had been before: "Oh no, that is for a different tour, one that doesn't take reservations. I'd get my ass whipped if I told you about that one." The alarm bells grew ever louder!

So I read through the text of the plaque as best I could in a hurry while Nico was hustling us outside. As we were entering the vehicle again, I whispered to Nico, "I don't mean to be a pest and get you in trouble, but that plaque confers peerage or something to this estate for good works done from this estate, correct?" Nico smiled at me and said "yes, more or less, but we really aren't supposed to talk about it. Let's just say that it involves very powerful people." And he very cagily winked and pointed to the tree right outside the chapel:

That's a very poorly resolved photo of Prince Philip's tree, taken in haste as we were leaving the chapel.

From there we drove through more forest one the way to the plantation house. As we passed through the forest, there were many more trees with plaques. Nico flew past them though, and it was hard to get a good look at many of them.

Eventually we pulled up to the plantation house, where we were greeted by this massive, gnarled mahogany tree:

Yes, THE Winston Churchill, who was apparently such a frequent guest to Jamaica and Ocho Rios that there are rooms named for him at a couple of the local resorts. According to Nico, Churchill spent untold time on the estate.

Then we walked toward the front entrance of the estate house, and I asked Nico, "How did there come to be such a large connection between Jamaica and the British government and royalty?" Nico replied to me, "Jamaica has been on the map of European rulers for a very long time. It was selected in the 14th century as an outpost for settlement and expansion into the New World." I said "not the 14th century, you mean the 1400's. The New World was officially discovered in the 15th century." Nico looked me dead-ass in the eyes and said "I know what I said. The 14th century." I said "But the 15th century is the official story." Nico said "Yes indeed, that IS the official story."

Now I was sufficiently dumbfounded. If the story ended now, it would be a great story. But wait, as they say, there's more!

Inside the entryway to the house, there were photographs everywhere of frequent guests. No less than Philip and Charles as a very young boy, and a couple of Churchill. Then there was one that looked familiar but I couldn't place. Later on I figured out it was the Spencer family, as, if you dig a little bit, you would find that Harold Mitchell's daughter - she of the bronze memorial plaque in the chapel - was originally engaged to marry Prince Charles, but was replaced for reasons I can't find by one Diana Spencer. Maybe it would have been Mary-Jean dying or not dying in that tunnel many years later, who knows?

We moved into the parlour, where on a large piano in the corner were more portraits. My wife exclaimed in her outside voice "Oh my god is that the Trudeaus!!??" Nico replied, "yes, Pierre and his wife spent a great deal of time here." As we all learned last year, Justin Trudeau has some sort of connection to that part of Jamaica because of his vacation scandal.

“Of Course Fidel Castro is Justin Trudeau’s Dad. Nobody Has ‘Debunked’ Anything.”

Peter Green is Harold Mitchell's son in law and Mary-Jean Mitchell Green's widower, after she dumped Charles.

One must also note Jamaica's proximity to Cuba, for reasons that may or may not be relevant. [EDITOR’S NOTE: Maybe Relevant?]

Pierre Trudeau was also the godfather of Mary-Jean and Peter's children.

So to sum up so far, my wife and I stumbled into a nexus of cabal and Commonwealth. We got no more from Nico about any of the shenanigans there, but it was plain to see - for us at least - that this was a major hotbed of Cabal and Commonwealth figures.

Nico dropped off the other passengers at a cooking class they were taking in the estate, so it was just us. As we were getting ready to depart, I thanked him for the "local's special" tour, and that I knew he took some chances talking about all of this. He hesitated a moment and squinted as if considering something. Then he looked up and said "would you like to see one more thing?" My wife and I nodded enthusiastically.

He pointed to a large, nondescript concrete flower planter that sat about 20 feet from the side of the rear patio in the middle of a small grass lawn. From the patio you never would noticed the planter in a million years, because in the other direction this was the view:

999 people out of a 1000 would have stared at this; we certainly did! But Nico pointed to this very bland flower planter and we walked over to see it. I turned as if to say "so what?" Nico read my meaning and said "go ahead and take a look at the other side."

Lo and behold:

!!!!!!!!!!

Baphomet makes his appearance! Hiding in plain sight (you can see the siding of the estate house in the right side background)! Right there at a seat of power. He is content for you to admire the view, because he is right there and fully in charge anyway. The view of the ocean is his way to pay you off for not noticing that he is literally behind it all!

Nico saw my reaction and smiled. He said "i can show that to you but I can't talk to you about it." To which I said, "How about this: I'll tell you what I think, and you can tell me I'm wrong." He smiled and nodded. I said "The affairs of men are decided and conducted here in this place by people of great power and influence. But they know, and this testifies to, a larger power that sits near, around, and above them. This is the source of their power."

Nico smiled even bigger and said "yes sir, something very much like that."

As we boarded the jitney to go back, just my wife and Nico and I, he said "tell you what, I'll take you a different way back than we came in." On the route back to the staging area, we passed hundreds of trees with hundreds of plaques affixed to them.

Every member of Canadian parliament, many members of British royalty. Robert Ritchie (Kid Rock) was a bit of a shock but seeing as how Ritchie is a well-known peer family and Kid Rock's fame is somewhat inexplicable, it shouldn't have surprised me. Shakira had a tree. Jennifer Lopez. A Diddy tree! We made him drive very slowly and still couldn't take it all in. Nico said he was pleased that someone was as interested in the entire estate and its deeper meanings.

We left the place in a daze. I still ask my wife almost a year later, "those things happened, right? I'm not imagining it?"

We are planning a trip back there in a couple months and will be keeping our eyes open wider this time. I am but a desk-bound manufacturing executive. I don't get into this world very much, and so it blows me away.

Baphomet's location, circled, relative to the estate. Hiding in plain sight, conspicuous yet out of the way. Note how nothing else is so centrally placed in the middle of any of the lawns.