For 40 years of my life, Satan had his stronghold on me. I did not realize I was chained to the darkness of his wicked ways.
His yoke dragged me into a psychological warfare in Satan’s world. But my values were planted as a kid when I had my first baptism in the state of Jalisco, Mexico, with the holy temple water anointing my soul in the name of Jesus Christ. My Lord and Savior.
The light in my heart never gave up as I prayed for help. But the vanity affairs kept me surviving in an endless, deadly life I was brought up to live. As everyone failed and betrayed my loyalty, I stood solid against those who oppressed me. I have hit rock bottom many times. The justice system courts and appeals, settled by non-liberal judges who overlook the constitutional laws in their own authority and beliefs. They win and I lose my liberty. I have process rights. It seems like the wicked always win in these battles. The devil’s playground. I have been in prison for 21 years. All maximum level four yards. I took a lot of losses. I guess my mom’s prayers and the best wishes from the good people in my life have kept me in a shade of God’s light shining over me.
I prayed to God, but the devil’s chains would not let me feel pity for all those snake-skins who betrayed me. On my daily routines I programmed with discipline and was spread to the world from a small cell. The inspiration from a cell window was all I reflected on, a soul that urged God’s purpose. I thought I knew it all as I kept it solid in the lifestyle I was in.
On May 19, 2024, I was sent to Pelican Bay State Prison to serve a SHU term, which is now called the Restricted Housing Unit. In the past there was never ministry in the ALSEG/SHU units to fellowship God’s word and preach Jesus Christ’s name as our Lord and Savior, that only through the Son of God, Jesus Christ, can we have eternal life. Amen.
One noon on October 16th, 2024, on A-wing, cell #108, I was having a range of emotions over the people I had committed to heartily, who were supposed to have my back and my best interest at heart. This holy man, a carpenter who volunteers to mold the wings for the glory of the Lord God, stopped at my cell door and introduced himself. I asked him what made him stop at my cell door, out of curiosity. He said he always asks the nurses up front if anyone on the wings is having a bad day. The nurses told him Vargas on A-wing is. So I confessed to him my battlefields and the warfare I have been through with my shield and sword. Not giving up while everyone is falling all around me. The rage in me was highly tense. As I shared a shade of light from my heart. As I always stood on my principles and values. I am not a wicked man. I am not evil-hearted. I got a heart. So this holy man prayed for me.
The next day I was packing up my property as I was transferring to Tehachapi State Prison, a 180-design maximum level four yard. A very violent yard with prison gang culture. This holy man stopped by again and told me, “Vargas, God told me to tell you that you need to forgive.” I said, “Forgive? Look at my hands. They are full of blood and stained. I cannot forgive my enemies and put my guard down and get hit from behind.” This holy man would not give up, and we fellowshipped in prayer.
That evening a friend sent me a video on my BTL tablet from her church sermon about planting a seed. I dropped to my knees, heartbroken, and prayed, arguing with myself about forgiving everyone, and asking God for signs and wonders. That was the beginning of my salvation. The seed that was planted in my heart to forgive. It was the thought of God’s revelation. And ever since, I have committed myself to attend church, read the Bible, and do Bible study fellowship. I found a good pastor and his ministry in the central valley of northern California, full of God’s wisdom. Through this pastor I came to know God, as I had a hard time in the past comprehending the word of God.
As I arrived at Tehachapi State Prison, God’s almighty power ripped off Satan’s chains and yanked the yoke off my neck by his mighty power. God came upon me with the Holy Spirit one day in my cell, and I walked toward his light, feeling as if I was walking on water toward my knees. The date was 11/30/2024. I dropped to my knees crying in pain, and God’s voice told me, “Get up, my son.” I doubted for a split second, but he prepared his words: “Get up, my son. Get up, my son.” Tears fell from my eyes like drops of water.
God has shown me sign after sign as I fellowship my vows with him, talking to the Lord God every morning. The Eastern Star rose from the Tehachapi Mountains, which I named Mount Sinai. As I sat there in my cell window I saw the shift of the earth’s seasons in their yearly cycle, from spring to winter and winter to spring. The mountains were moving. After 40 years of my life, my faith was moving mountains. I knocked. The Lord God answered, as he found his lost son. Amen.
Another day I saw my nun aunt, Alisa Vargas. She passed away during my incarceration. Tears fell from my eyes as I cried saying, “Thank you, Aunt. I love you,” as she came to comfort me and give me strength. Every Sunday at church, worshiping with my brothers in Christ with the confirmation from the word of God, I pray my pledge of commitment to the Lord God.
One evening, September 27, 2025, a day before my 41st birthday, a man I had called my homeboy disrespected me. I pushed him and I got pepper-sprayed. I landed in the hole. I was placed in a deprivation cell, #101, B-8 ALSEG in Tehachapi. I saw on the socket a picture of Jesus Christ carrying his cross to die for my sins. At that moment I was reading the Bible. Jesus Christ paid the price. Those who do not carry their own cross and come after me cannot be my disciples. After committee I was moved to cell #110. From my cell window, on a hillside, there stood a greenish tree distinguished from the rest of the trees, and beside it was a well. The scripture of Joseph was what I was reading at that same moment.
The scripture reads: Joseph is a fruitful bough, a fruitful bough by a well. His branches run over the wall. The archers have bitterly grieved him, shot at him and hurt him. But his bow remained in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty God of Jacob. From there is the shepherd, the stone of Israel.
When I read this scripture, Joseph lived 110 years and I was in cell #110. I saw the signs of God’s grace. The date was 10/6/2025. This is where the Holy Spirit, Holy Ghost, and the Holy Fire came upon me. God’s glorious company sent me to read scripture and hear the heavenly voice. I felt the great force of God’s power, and I feared the Lord God.
So put your vanity affairs to the side. Humble yourself and forgive. Accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior. Amen.
One evening I was reading the Bible and listening to the worship song “Tremble” when the Holy Spirit came upon me. I had no control of my conscious mind. It was like floating in air, walking on water. As I arched in a position like an angel, my mouth opened loud. The whole tier of convicts heard me, even the COs heard me. My mouth hurt to speak in tongues. As all this happened, I was roaring like a lion.
The next morning I was drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Bible. I was curious about Revelation, the sixth seal. So I looked up the sixth seal and I was amazed at what it was about. The sixth seal is the cosmic disturbance. These are real signs as they are happening right now, with massive black holes disturbing the cosmos of the universe.
My last sign: as I was transferring to New Folsom State Prison, I was handcuffed and escorted through a hallway in release and receiving. The whole hallway was printed gold with the Archangel Michael, who defeated Satan, in golden armor with two swords. It was a hidden mirror with a faithful manifestation, as I prophesied these signs and wonders from the Lord God. Amen.
Our God, the judge of all, to the spirit of just men made perfect. “Behold, the Lord comes with ten thousands of his saints to execute judgment on all, to convict all who are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have committed in an ungodly way, and of all the harsh things which ungodly sinners have spoken against him.” Wandering stars, for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever. The Lord roars from Mount Zion. His voice thunders from Jerusalem.
Welcome to the glorious company, and coming soon to the world, my novel: The Glorious Company.
I began painting with acrylics and oils on the “Honor Yard,” a facility at California State Prison, Los Angeles County. I usually approach most paint projects by first learning the required size of the canvas. When I saw the 6”x6” mini stretched canvas, I was tickled to the core of my being, thinking it was some type of joke! I’ve never painted on such a small surface like this before and I thought, “NO BIG DEAL!”
Well, trying to paint on a tiny canvas was a lot more challenging than I arrogantly thought. I literally sat there for hours trying to conjure up various ideas, but to no avail. So, as I slowly sipped on a hot tea, “chillaxing,” I asked the mini-size canvases, “YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU DESIRE TO BE!?” And out of the blue, I telepathically received a selfie from Da Paco Tica showing off its cool smile.
Then a patriotic eagle with its glamorous profile followed by a Lonerwolf and a cool fox. Thank you Lord for the wisdom of the fox; had I continued on the destructive path of an angry wolf, I would have never discovered the narrow path which leads me home – FREEDOM!!! I was found suitable for parole on July 8, 2022.
In closing, the portraits of J. Lo and Ariana Grande represent what I truly love and enjoy about painting and also what inspires me most – the feminine beauty and their divine aura ni the colors of hope and love ❤️
Kit’s paintings will be available for sale soon – keep an eye out or drop by our office to view them!
