This blog thing is like a new world to me. I'm like Robinson Crusoe up in here or Jacques C. Get at me and let me know what is on your brain? All comments are welcomed. This is for anyone that wants to answer: what is the worst thing about the blog? What is the best thing? Are there things that you can and cannot do on the blog or on the www in general? Tell me the rules, if there are any?
This is what is going on on the row right now. This administration has come to the conclusion that there is not enough room in this prison for all of us and they MAY have to start doubling us up. Meaning that there will now be two men to a cell. That's a normal thing for prisoners that are out in population and that have been that way since they came to prison. Death row has never been doubled up. So, over the course of decades, there have been many resentments and even hatred built up between some men that live in here. To now tell those same men that they have to now be forced to live in the same cells would be disastrous! Not only would there be someone murdered in here but the increase in rapes and assaults would soar.

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Recurring Dream

It's about 2 in the morning and I just had that dream again. I am running through the jungle, someone is chasing me but I can't see who they are. I am not actually scared. I am more like excited because I have a plan. I can see every move that is going to happen. I'm brushing trees, knocking down animals that get in my way, stepping on and over logs. I can feel the cool mud on my bare feet. I can smell every scent that passes me. A lion in the tree, an elephant a few hundred feet away, maybe. I can smell the powerful perfumes of the different types of trees and flowers. I see a huge snake, hanging from a tree. Duck, keep on running. I can hear the voices behind me. Not very close but I can tell that they are frantically trying to catch up to me. I slow down, I don't want them to lose me. I stop, so that they can get closer. OK, continue to run. There are maybe 5 or 6 of them. I know where I am headed and I am trying to lead them to it. The river is coming up next. This is the tricky part. I have to let them get close but not close enough to grab me.

I am at the river. I stop. I look down into the river. I'm shocked because what I see isn't me! It's not Osiris! I am 5' 7" and 175 lbs. What I see in the reflection is a huge man, about 8' tall, 300 lbs. or more with tribal scars across his face and huge flowing dreads that reach down his waist. He has a huge club in his hand and a long knife in the other. What the . . . ?! I stop longer than I am supposed to. I can hear them getting closer. I dive into the river. I am not trying to actually swim across. For some reason, I know that I can hold my breath forever and they are in trouble as soon as they get into the water. I'm about ten feet into the river, underwater and I can see them hesitate to get into the water. I wonder if they are scared of me or maybe the animals that they might find in the river. One brave soul dives right in. I immediately grab him. Then, I wake up!

That's the dream I've been having since I was about 16 years old. I never knew that other people had recurring dreams because no one in the hood would ever talk about things like that. No one would admit to having nightmares or even having any type of dreams, unless they were sexual. The problem is, what does it mean??? Was I really a warrior in a previous life? Or am I trippin? If so, I have been trippin for a long time. I have read all kinds of books to try and find out what my dream means. NO luck! A few other guys have told me that they have dreams but not like mine. No one has ever seen themselves as someone else. I mean actually SEEN themselves. Of course we all may want to BE someone else?

So, any of you dream specialists that can help, holla at me, if you get time. Be warned, I don't have a dime for your diagnosis! :-) This is what they call Pro Bono in legal jargon. Thanks!

Thank you all for welcoming me to the Blogosphere. I'll be all up in here as much as I can. In the meantime, ask questions. Not just to me. Question life! Learn, teach, be positive in all that you do, that's the only way.

To all you fellow bloggers and bloggerettes, help me y'all. I know there are questions that you want to know the answers to. Ask. I'll either tell you to get lost or I'll answer you. Nothing is off limits. Y'all need to know what is going on in the gulags of America. Especially here in Pa. Pa. is almost like being in the South. Maybe worse?

First Entry

Hello to everyone that dares to enter the world of the unknown. God bless you and may you and I become good friends. May we prosper from a friendship filled with learning and understanding. My name is Osiris and I have learned that having one good friend in this world makes you a very wealthy person. I hope that through friendship we can both become wealthy in the hopes of becoming better humans. Let me tell you a little about myself. I was born Ronald Gibson, raised in Philadelphia, Pa. I am now 37 years young and have been in hell for 15 years of my life. As a child, I was not unlike the rest. I never gave my mom trouble and did well in school. I graduated high school and attended one year of college. Leaving college was probably the worst mistake of my life. My story is a complicated one, not filled with so many of the tragedies of a ghetto life, yet, overflowing with tragic experiences. As you get to know me, you will be able to see me for what I am. I am a man. I have had failures and successes in my life. I have been blessed and cursed at the same time. I pray that through our friendship that we can both become better humans and share our life-experiences. Thank you for listening. Peace and Blessings!
I am Osiris...


Let me talk about the state of the world today. I am in prison and I feel Safe! There are some real maniacs running the streets of America. I wonder if there are more rapists, child-killers and serial killers anywhere else in the world? America has to be the Breeding ground for the most evil Bastards on the planet! We have our own baby-Saddam Husseins living right here in the good ole USA! We have Pol Pot and Idi Amin living right in the heart of this great nation. Seemingly no crime that can happen hasn't happened here. I am scared to death for my family and friends that have to walk amongst the evil that men do and be potential victims of Evil men's whims. I had to turn my Idiot Box off today. I vowed to not watch it again until it was time to watch Cartoons or something not so scary! No more CNN or local news for me!

2006 is moving quickly and the years in this place are seemingly one long day of repetition. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing? I just have to continue to maintain a semblance of sanity while surrounded by the quietly insane. So many men here are LOST that it will take an act of God to ever find them again. Yet, they are "Normal" in here. I'll pray for them. Hey, maybe I am LOST too?? Please help me find out where I am in the madness? Help me find out who I am? I need help! I need some normality to help me KNOW that, maybe I am ok?? Get back at me....