Wasted Honor -

Carl R. ToersBijns is the author of the Wasted Honor Trilogy [Wasted Honor I,II and Gorilla Justice] and his newest book From the Womb to the Tomb, the Tony Lester Story, which is a reflection of his life and his experiences as a correctional officer and a correctional administrator retiring with the rank of deputy warden in the New Mexico and Arizona correctional systems.

Carl also wrote a book on his combat experience in the Kindle book titled - Combat Medic - Men with destiny - A red cross of Valor -

Carl is considered by many a rogue expert in the field of prison security systems since leaving the profession. Carl has been involved in the design of many pilot programs related to mental health treatment, security threat groups, suicide prevention, and maximum custody operational plans including double bunking max inmates and enhancing security for staff. He invites you to read his books so you can understand and grasp the cultural and political implications and influences of these prisons. He deals with the emotions, the stress and anxiety as well as the realities faced working inside a prison. He deals with the occupational risks while elaborating on the psychological impact of both prison worker and prisoner.

His most recent book, Gorilla Justice, is an un-edited raw fictional version of realistic prison experiences and events through the eyes of an anecdotal translation of the inmate’s plight and suffering while enduring the harsh and toxic prison environment including solitary confinement.

Carl has been interviewed by numerous news stations and newspapers in Phoenix regarding the escape from the Kingman prison and other high profile media cases related to wrongful deaths and suicides inside prisons. His insights have been solicited by the ACLU, Amnesty International, and various other legal firms representing solitary confinement cases in California and Arizona. He is currently working on the STG Step Down program at Pelican Bay and has offered his own experience insights with the Center of Constitutional Rights lawyers and interns to establish a core program at the SHU units. He has personally corresponded and written with SHU prisoners to assess the living conditions and how it impacts their long term placement inside these type of units that are similar to those in Arizona Florence Eyman special management unit where Carl was a unit deputy warden for almost two years before his promotion to Deputy Warden of Operations in Safford and Eyman.

He is a strong advocate for the mentally ill and is a board member of David's Hope Inc. a non-profit advocacy group in Phoenix and also serves as a senior advisor for Law Enforcement Officers Advocates Council in Chino, California As a subject matter expert and corrections consultant, Carl has provided interviews and spoken on national and international radio talk shows e.g. BBC CBC Lou Show & TV shows as well as the Associated Press.

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Saturday, January 2, 2016

Playing in the waterfall - circa 40 - 50 's (fictional)

Playing in the Waterfalls - reminiscing my imagination circa 1947 - 50's

As a child, I was always terrified of playing in the deep oceanic waters not too far from our house. Perhaps it was the unexpected depth of the ocean reef that scared me most or the shark infested waters. Headed for the jungle was a favorite pastime for us as we avoided the bustling traffic of the city and headed for the tropical rain forest nearby and within walking distance of the city limits.
The fact that the deep blue ocean, surrounded by white tropical beaches was more than a busy tourist attraction to those not native to visiting our islands, our little village was a very popular spot, and made us look for other places to hide and play away from the crowed as we headed into the deeply colored green landscape and fresh water streams and rivers.
On the island, we had our own mystical sights of some well-hidden wonders of the world deep inside our shameless pristine and virgin emerald green tropical rain forests. A light mist formed the leaved trees hiding the lagoon from the general view of passersby who happen to travel the remote areas outside the city bustling with merchants and tourists.
The crystal clear waterfalls located high upon the volcanic rock cliffs encircling the blue lagoon, filled with swift moving water, resonated a deafening sound that was music to our ears as it signaled the natural sounds of the jungle. The water, clear down to about five feet deep, was moving rapidly around the protruding volcanic rocks embedded thousands of years ago by the local volcanic eruptions.
Rushing from the top of the cliff, the waterfall created a rustling sound that invited you to take off your clothes and skinny dip or just bathe your body bare and clean.
The glass sharp pulverized volcanic rock made walking bare footed risky as we all wore sandals made out of discarded tires.
Hardened ash turned into soft stone covered the edges of the pool that was shaped in bizarre shapes resembling erosion and weathered pieces of landscape material. Carved out by the monsoon rains this lagoon was a hidden paradise not known to many except those who lived here.
In this enclave of peace and tranquility, nothing was terrifying or frightening to us. We felt completely safe within our circle of innocence as we shared precious moments of joy and happiness in this secret appealingly rare and serene waterfall reserve.
Perplexed why nobody knew of this place, few dared speak out loud of this hiding place where you could meditate and connect your soul with nature and the animals that lived there. Hiding in the trees, there were monkeys jumping and screeching out loudly.
From a distance, these waterfalls were viciously perilous to travel and to journey within these pits of sharp rocks filled with poisonous pit vipers and tree hugging animals took courage only the native people possessed and endured. No stranger could endure or be prepared to survive such a setting or environment without the proper care and vigilance required to remain safe.
Dwelling in the shadows of these waterfalls gave us security and peaceful feelings. until the rest of the world was ready for you to meet this miraculous setting of tranquility.
For the most part, the jungle was quiet except for the waterfalls singing loudly in the background as the height of the two-hundred-foot descent slammed the water to the ground, crashing and splashing the wetness violently onto the rocks and surrounding waters.
One could tell, that once upon a time the pumice, or chunks of solidified lava, rained from the sky littering the landscape with lusciously green forest and tall green grass that was fertilized by the rich ash and minerals spewed by the local volcanoes.
While full of expressible delight and splendor, these hidden crevices of Mother Nature’s beauty can be deadly as it is filled with creatures infested in these jungles. Every cave, every hidden corner and every tree lurked danger but as children, we were oblivious to such risks as this was a place of pleasure and not considered perilous or daring.