It has been a long road. Twenty-three years to be exact since I first arrived here in this dark place. I can still remember it as if it were yesterday. Walking through the gloomy steel gates that I would surrender my twenties, thirties, and into my forties.
I lost so many years of my life because of my youthful stupidity. But, sometimes it takes a traumatic impression that shakes us to the core before the great awakening can take place. In my case, I had to ask myself who I wanted to be. Did I want to continue to maneuver and live my life on a low vibration or, did I want to take my place and come into the conscious man that I was intended to be?
You see, the easiest thing in the world to do is to become lost in it. Because there are so many external influences at play and we’re always being told by society what to do, what to think and what to believe. We’re told subconsciously in TV commercials, friends, social groups and even the music we listen to. All of these things shape our reality as we perceive it to be.
We become conditioned. And in that conditioning, sometimes people choose the path of least resistance and conform, either to the things that are for our highest good, or the things that are not. This brings me back to the long road I’ve traveled.
In prison, you’re exposed to people from all walks of life and their plights. And in time, if you allow it, it will take you through a natural process of evolution if you’re willing to receive it. And I was.
I had always been fascinated with high vibrational thinking and tapping into my higher self, but never fully allowed myself to relax into it out of fear of what others might think. Little did I know at the time that walking in my higher consciousness is what made me unique and special. I began to understand my power in the “spirit realm” which, I’ve chosen to remain suspended in because in that realm exists all the mysteries of life known as the Akasic records.
Through deep meditation I began to explore divine realms to further the ends of my spiritual enlightenment. And it was then that I began to experience many visions that came to pass in this earthly reality. In fact, it has happened too many times to be mere coincidence. And so, in that spirit I will close this out by sharing with you my most recent experience of the supernatural in this reality.
July 19th, 2024
Northern Nevada Correctional Center
I blinked my eyes open on this pre-dawn morning. Still laying in bed, my eyes swept across the room as I exhaled a sigh of relief. I go to the parole board in thirty days, I thought as my mind flashed back to my last parole hearing three years prior that didn’t go so well. Not because of me, but at my last hearing it just seemed like no matter what I said or how honest I was in my remorse, they already had their minds made up to deny my parole.
I laid on my bunk lost in that memory a few moments longer as I hoped for a better outcome this time. I closed my eyes again and started to quiet my mind, pushing everything away. There’s a special place that I go in meditation where things become more illuminated. A place where a doorway is opened and I commune with the most high.
I found myself there twenty minutes or so later as I focused on my breathing. This place I go is beyond this reality. It’s actually another dimension that exists in the spirit realm, perhaps between this life and the next.
I went there and asked god for favor at my upcoming parole hearing. I was given instruction telepathically on physical deprivations that I was to endure for thirty days as a form of a sacrifice and offering, simultaneously with meditation and prayer. As instructed, I completed the thirty days of physical deprivation combined with meditation and prayer.
August 19, 2024
I woke up August 19, 2024, and started my day off as I normally did, only this day was different. On this day I would appear before the parole board after serving twenty-three years of incarceration. This time I brought a sacrificial offering along with my plea.
I walked to the chow hall that morning for breakfast as I normally did, falling behind other inmates as we stood in line waiting for our meal. It was pancakes that morning. I remembered clutching a packet of peanut butter I brought to spread across them.
I grabbed my tray and sat down. Out of nowhere one of the correctional officers approached me. “How you doing this morning?” “Good, how are you,” I answered. Would you like an extra tray of pancakes, Mr. Nelson?” “Uhh, sure,” I said, slightly caught off guard. In that moment I recognized what I interpreted as the first omen of the day. I went back to my housing unit, waiting for 12pm to come. And it came fast.
I had just finished saying a prayer of help when a correctional officer opened my cell door. “Nelson, the parole board wants to see you.” I nodded my head in agreement as I prepared to face the firing squad. At least that’s how I felt, I remembered thinking.
I sighed briskly as I rose to my feet and began my walk toward the building where my hearing would be held. When I stepped out of my housing unit outside, the sunny sky warmed my skin and something happened right then. In that moment I felt the invisible presence and power of two angels’ hands, one on my left shoulder and one on my right, as a supernatural feeling of euphoria came over me. I felt like I was floating as this warm glow and divine force defied my understanding of time and space.
God sent the angels for me, I remembered saying to myself. The angels’ hands never left me as they held me, ushering me along my way. Their blissful power made me smile inside. It was so powerful I felt as though I could’ve levitated right then.
My parole hearing began twenty minutes later as I sat down at the table in front of me. There were four parole board commissioners on the TV screen that came on. I was given an opportunity to speak and I did so in my opening statement. I took responsibility for my actions in my youthful stupor and as I spoke, I could feel the power from the divine presence take my words and suspend them in the air almost as if blowing them softly in a magical dust out into the atmosphere. My words spread like shockwaves from a nuclear blast, only invisible to the naked eye. Both the impact of my words and the power of the energy that came from them changed the dimension for time right then.
The parole board began to give me compliments on my behavior in prison, my growth, and it felt like I was watching the parting of the Red Sea. I wonder if this is what Moses must’ve felt, I thought to myself in awe of the moment. A few weeks later I learned that my parole was granted and that I will be going home after twenty three years in prison. I’m sharing this story with all of you because I believe it is important to amplify the power of God through testimony as he shifted the winds in my favor.
It takes me back to one of my favorite scriptures in the Bible. Psalm chapter 27, verse 13 says: I would have lost heart, unless I believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
This is my true first-hand experience that I submit to the world. I encourage all of you to walk in the light, your truth, your higher self, and tap into the divine frequency that we all have access to.
Vernon Nelson was released from prison in December 2024.
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