No Duty to Disclose

I had not been working in the prison system long. It was Friday morning and on Fridays I was working in the Remand Centre. The Remand Centre has a particular flavor all of its own. Fellahs have recently been arrested and incaarcerated. Apart from the adjustments that go with now being locked up there are issues such as drug withdrawals and details of their crimes and how they might be going to plead or accept a certain degree of guilt all racing through their minds. plus a zillion other things and remand prisoners are mentally and emotionally 'all over the place'.
Remand is just about the craziest section of prison. There is a particular type of walk called the 'prison walk' that some prisoners on remand adopt - but this is fodder for a different article.

For an hour Friday mornings I was assigned to the 'segs'; prisoners segregated for their own safety. Segregated also cos they likely would be victimized within the general prison population. Many of these types are also mentally ill or mentally disabled. And just about all the 'rock spiders*' are segregated too.
So this particular Friday morning I was out on the small unit lawn talking to one of the segs. He disclosed to me some real gruesome details of a recently committed, still unresolved and under active investigation high profile crime. He talked without stopping for about 15-20 minutes. Some of the details were real gruesome and he was very specific with details.

This, for me was a first time event. It was the first time anything so gruesome had been confessed to me.
And also, coincidentally I had worked on the case as a psychic detective.
I think I appeared to him to be nonchalant and unaffected. This actually is important. It is important to be unaffected when listening to confessions so they do not get tainted. It also does the offender a favor too if, at some point in the future they may get or choose an opportunity to heal and rehabilitate.

After my time with the segs was up I went back to the central education office in the main programs building and screamed out loud. I told colleagues what has just happened. We looked up a few rules and regulations to discover that, as I was employed under 'Policy and Programs' that I had no duty to disclose and that as such whether or not I reported what had been just told to me was entirely my own decision.
So - after a coupla cups of tea I decided to go to the Security main Office and report the details.
Details I gave them were meticulously reported and written into a computer program that I imagine was in some way linked directly to the Major Crime Squad of the Police.
I went back to work.

Later in the day my name was called over the general prison PA system and I was asked to, "Go to the Super's Office" and a couple of the Zulus* came to accompany me there. As an aside I later told the prison system to never call me over the general PA and march me across the yards - for reasons I will disclose in another article.
Apparently many of the details I had given about the crime matched the Major Crime Squad investigation so I was re-interviewed.

The whole incident quite shook me up.
I was perceived in the prison system by prisoners as someone they could trust; trust with their confessions and issues. I was kinda like a priest and medicine woman all rolled into one. And prisoners sure did like to confess to me. Security used to joke something long the lines that, "F****** knows". Sometimes when there were tricky situations prisoners would ask that I be the intercedent.
This required that I successfully walked a very fine line.
But this day was the first day that had presented me with such big moral dilemmas.
The crime was against a young child currently missing - body not found. The grieving and anguished parents were still longing for information and/or some kind of closure.

In the following days and nights I needed to debrief my position with trusted friends and colleagues. At the time I had an online friend who was a priest and he was very helpful in helping me process my thoughts at this time.
Soon enough next Friday came along and I went back over to give the segs some of my time. As the fellah who had confessed this crime to me the previous week came out of the unit I held out my arm towards him in a distancing movement. I told him that I had reported him (which he would obviously have known). "I know", he said "Can I talk some more"?

This incident was pivotal for me. After this day I always told prisoners that I would not directly disclose their confessions etc EXCEPT when there were parents looking for their children or that I felt that someone's life was in danger; be that in the inside world or the outside world. In all other cases I would encourage them to report their own crimes.

There is another reason I tell this story tonight. I have just watched a documentary about the McCann's whose daughter Madeleine disappeared 12 months ago.
I do not watch the News much and i routinely avoid being polluted by news stories about a case that I know I will inevitably become interested in some time later. Such is the case regarding Madeleine.
I have recorded the show so I can study it later. I'm considering using this forum here to discuss the case and my impressions; psychic or otherwise in the hope we can collectively be useful in helping find out what has happened to Madeleine. There are a few techniques we might be able to collectively employ that might facilitate and yield some results. But before doing this I need to write another article better explaining some of the processes involved in doing so.

*Rock spider is prison talk for pedophiles.
* Zulus AKA highly trained emergency response officers - like the TRG (Tactical Response Group). Highly tooled up with all kinds of gizmos and weaponry.