I’m going to share an experience from 2024, then two dreams the Lord gave me 50 years apart to help us see where we are today in God’s prophetic timeline.

July 3, 2024

I was in an extended time of prayer that morning. I was praying over several national issues and suddenly, all around me, time seemed to stand still. Dust particles seen through the rays of the sun stopped in midair and I felt the world around me go completely still. All was silent, the air grew thick and pressed against me until I felt the physical weight of this environmental change around me. I cannot explain fully what this experience was like, “time stood still” does not seem to qualify what I experienced and what I am trying to express even now.

Even now, I still pray for the Lord to help us grasp what was, and is, occurring while I share this message.

Then I heart “Kairos.”

I whispered “Kairos Moment?” in response, because anything more than that seemed impossible.

He responded, “Kairos SEASON!” and the millisecond He finished everything in my environment sped up, I felt as though I was on a roller coaster being thrust forward. I was inside, but the wind began to blow where I stood, papers moved but there was no source for the wind.

Events began to swirl around me quickly, appearing as 3D images. I saw President Trump, the election, the media, education, government corruption, the youth, abortion, human trafficking, the rebellion in the land, and the church. I saw quick transparent 3D happenings within each arena. The Lord was moving things around so quickly; I could hardly keep track.

Then He said, “You are soon entering a Kairos Season. You will see, hear, and feel My workings in these arenas.” He would point as He spoke, and another event would flash before me. He’d point again and another event in each arena would pass before me. It happened repeatedly covering one subject after another.

He continued, “Keep watch, I AM moving! I AM transforming! Reclaim, declare, decree, I AM moving! You will see My promises come forth, watch and see! The moments will beckon you to give praise! The promises, MY promises are yes and amen! Do not be lost and distracted in this hour but remain laser focused on My call to press through to complete victory! Do not settle for partial victories, but decree and declare them to full victory!”

The Lord would speak into the arenas I mentioned above, and I saw angelic beings sent to the earth with God’s fulfillment to those promises in hand and they would deposit the fulfillment of that intercession in the designated arena! It was incredible to watch as He sent them forth and they fulfilled His orders based on the prayers of His intercessors.

“I AM on the move, keep watch and you will see the fulfillment of these things!”

He showed me the arenas of our intercession again, this time etched out in three dimensional frames. As victories came to fruition, these frames would light up to indicate fulfillment.

The Kairos Season is upon us, keep watch all ye saints, keep watch all ye intercessors, victories are enroute! The Kairos season is upon us! Keep watch, we don’t want to miss a single arena that He’s about to impact!

The experience ended and I shared it within a few days, but the impact of that experience on me remains strong still today. We are seeing what He said to come to pass before our very eyes.

As the Lord said, we are in the Kairos Season.

What is a Kairos Season? in the Greek, the essence of Kairos refers to “God ordered moments when His purposes break into the human experience.”

As we walk through this 2026, Year of Open Books, I want to remind you of this, God is breaking into the human experience. Why? To set the captives free. This is what happened when He sent Moses into deliver the Israelites.

In Exodus 2:23-25, the Bible tells us that:

In other words, the cry of the people reached the ears of Heaven and God’s purposes broke into the human experience to intervene.

You may remember, when I released the message “2026, the year of Open Books” I shared that this year was going to start off bumpy, but it was going to finish well. It’s been bumpy so far, and we are only 9 days in! This is not just here in America; the Church is in chaos as the divide between social gospel and True Gospel becomes increasingly apparent. Iran has erupted in protests; we’ll likely see that government overthrown soon. Venezuela is experiencing significant chaos. Let us not forget about Minneapolis; they only scratched the surface of the corruption we are going to see.

Do I believe it’s all connected? Yes, the Books are Open my friends.

I’m going to share a dream I had December 20 and 21st. This was after our calls ended and unfortunately, I was unable to share it with you before the break. Then, I will share a dream I had as a child.

On December 20, 2025, I had a dream I was observing someone rearrange their couches in an office building. It seemed like doctors’ offices or perhaps a hospital in a small town, but it was linked to something else. Neither person seemed to know I was even there, but they continued to move the couches around (they were brown faux leather).

The hall leading out of this room was dark. Inside the room, they continued to rearrange the couches. There were so many couches in this room, I don’t know how anyone could move around in the space. I saw children appear on the couches and then they disappeared as soon as the couch was moved, even if the couch was only moved a couple of inches. The children were all very young, under 10, many 4 or 5 years old, a couple of them too young to have even been out of diapers, yet the women I was observing did not seem to notice them. I am not sure she ever noticed my presence. I felt like there was another person in the room, but they did not speak.

One woman was speaking to another person on the phone or something, and she kept talking about “the farm”. She repeatedly told the person on the phone, “yes, yes, I’ve been there and whoever it is, that person is going to be the downfall of this whole operation.” This woman persisted because the person on the phone kept denying there was a problem. They kept assuring her that they had everything secured, all the loose ends were tied up, she was not to worry.

She was not convinced.

The woman said, “we still need to find out where that sneeze came from, because wherever it was, that’s going to be where the evidence is exposed.” She was referring to destroying it, not bringing it to the authorities.

She then began discussing the need to find temporary places for them (the children) to be relocated. She spoke like she was rehoming dogs; I knew she referred to the children. There was an increased urgency in her voice, like the operation was going to be exposed at any moment. She continued to refer to “the sneeze” as a weak link.

As she spoke, I had a vision of haystacks. I saw from above, the man in the middle of haystacks. He had brown hair, it was a shaggy cut, like it was a short cut from a while ago that had grown out. I could not see his face, he was wearing a blue baseball cap. I saw him sneeze— somehow, I knew he was an alcoholic. I believe he was hiding in the haystacks to drink, but as he stood there, the haystacks kept building up around him, they were boxing him in.

The next night, December 21st I went back into the dream I was in the previous night. I was walking through this hospital wing. It was nighttime, there was little or no staff. I walked through a corridor and turned a corner and began descending a hallway until I came upon the same offices from the dream the night before. This time no one else was present.

The only light seemed to come from the corridor behind me. The light reflected on the shiny laminate flooring. It was a black and white checker pattern; the squares were large 10 x 10 squares.

The office I was in was at the end of a downward slope. Unusual for a hospital. I was going through the rooms from the previous night. I was rummaging through files, looking for evidence. I had to move those same brown couches to access file cabinets. There was no one in these rooms with me. Next to the couches were file cabinets, they were metal, two drawers high. They were grayish, it was dark, but I believe they were gunmetal grey.

I opened the file drawers and found them full of files about people and places and children. There were pictures of these children. They were all ages, far more than I could’ve imagined.

In the next scene, I was at “the farm” the one the woman mentioned to the person on the phone in the previous dream. It looked like a farm from the outside. As I peered around, the clouds covering the moon cleared and I could see that there were buildings or warehouses that seemed to extend several rows deep. There seemed to be a whole compound that descended from here and possibly even went underground.

There was a barn, and a house from the street view, but once you were on the property, it was completely different. It was hidden so well, I did not even know there was a hillside or additional buildings from the street view.

The warehouses were filled with rooms, and I could sense that many children had passed through this system. To clarify, I didn’t see many children in front of me, but in the spirit, I knew there were thousands, tens of thousands, of children who had been cycled through this operation.

I saw armed guards pass from the corner of my eye. I ducked down and found myself in the middle of the haystacks the man “the sneeze” from the night before was standing in. This was the place.

Then, while still in the dream, I had a vision, this was a template… I saw more. This was not isolated. It was a template for other regions.

I saw pass in front of me pictures of politicians, judges, doctors, hospitals, workers, all involved to make this operation function. Money went with them. It was in their pockets, and it trailed from their bodies. Note: this was December 20 & 21st, Nick Shirley broke his story about Minnesota December 26th

I woke up.

I’m going to share another dream I had as a child, a dream that, until just a couple days ago, I thought of as a nightmare. However, as I reflected upon the 2-night dream I had in December, I believe this dream also had to do with underground operations presented as simply as possible to a seven-year-old.

Just a side note about me, when I was a child, I had dreams that lasted 2-3 nights. Some of them would repeat annually. I had the following dream three years in a row, it lasted two nights.

In 1974, when I was around seven years old, I had the following dream:

I was asleep in my bed and suddenly I was awakened by my babysitter because people were breaking into our apartment through a bedroom window. She picked me up and began to run. One of the men who broke in, tripped and fell behind her. He grabbed her foot, and she tried to kick him off, but she couldn’t get loose from him. He took a knife and cut the back of her ankle (the Achillies tendon) so she was unable to run any further. I launched myself off her and ran toward a hallway closet to hide. When I opened the door and jumped in, the wall in the back of the closet opened (like a portal) and I was thrust into an underground world.

There were layers upon layers of rooms in this world. The lighting was dim with a red hue, but I heard a ton of activity taking place in this underground world. It was grimy and the smell stung my nostrils. I turned to go back into the closet from where I came, and it was gone. I descended pathways, searching room from room, looking for a place to hide and could only find people who frightened me.

The very next night, I went back into this dream. I was still in this undergrown world, walking down the same pathway from the night before. I continued my search from room to room looking for a way to get back home, I saw quite a few people, they did not seem to notice me. As a child, they just looked like bad guys to me. As an adult, however, I now see, these people were part of a massive criminal operation.

I descended these dirt pathways, searching one room after another, they were embedded in a hillside. I continued searching through the buildings looking for a closet that would lead me back into my home. In my search I saw that there were other kids there, adults too. I would see an adult pacing around the doors, there was one in the room, and a child who was frozen stiff over in the corner.

This really was a whole underground operation.

Again, no one acknowledged me, so my fear began to dissipate, and I felt the courage to move faster through the rooms to open the closets in search of a way back home.

Some of the people I saw had white jackets, some had nice clothes, some even had suits like my mom’s friend, he was a lawyer. Others had dirty clothes on, and they paced outside the rooms. I could not see their faces, but they had baseball caps on.

The adults were shaded and moved freely through this underground world, but the children were not free to move, they seemed scared stiff and unable to move out of the rooms I found them in. They were obviously not family members of those who held them. I feared that if I did not find my way back home, I would become like them, and I would be stuck there forever.

I kept searching, it felt like this pathway lined with rooms went on forever, I was several layers down by this point, I could look up and see that I travelled down five or six distinct levels. Then, the path curved to the right and began to go upward. I started to run. I quickly went into one room after the other, I saw the same scene, one or two adults in a room who moved about freely, and a child who was unable to move. I ran faster, until I reached the top, I entered the building and no one was there, I saw the closet it was open and what I would call a portal today, was open as well. I started to run toward it…

I was only seven, but, as scared as I was when I entered this area before I knew the people did not notice me, I knew those kids were frozen because they were as scared as I was. I could not leave them behind. I ran back and somehow, when I reached out and grabbed their hands, they snapped out of it and followed me. Room after room, I grabbed these children, and they followed me. It was not until the last child jumped up to follow me that the adults noticed and began to run after us.

We ran and found the room with the closet that led back to my home. The kids jumped through the portal, and finally, I did too and the wall closed up and sealed behind me. We were safe, my babysitter was still on the floor, unable to walk because of the wound to her heel, but she was safe and the bad guys were gone.

In the next scene, these kids and I were sitting around a big table and eating, they were smiling.

I woke up. God in his mercy allowed me to see the happy ending.

This dream was 50 years ago, but as I shared it with Karen, it came back vividly and I could not shake the contents from my mind. What I saw as a child was an entire underground operation involving doctors, professionals, criminals, and a legal system that keeps this system hidden from public view. It is clear, there was corruption, human trafficking, and a vast underground, criminal operation.

Is it possible the Lord revealed this in such a profound way, as to solidify and confirm the level of corruption and exposure that we are already seeing in this Year of Open Books?

This speaks of a Kairos Season, the Season of the Opening of the Books on corruption. It’s not just an isolated year of open books. I believe this revelation given to me in two, 2-night experiences, 50 years apart, speaks to a solidifying and confirming of His work in the earth in this Kairos SEASON!

Just a side, but significant, note: Fifty, in Leviticus 25:10-12 crowns the Pentateuch’s economic ethics: “You are to consecrate the fiftieth year and proclaim liberty throughout the land for all its inhabitants”. After seven sabbatical cycles, the fiftieth year resets the social order—debts cancelled, land restored, and slaves freed—prefiguring ultimate redemption. It also marks a culmination of a divine cycle.

As a child, the Lord gave me this two-part dream, three separate times, while we lived in this apartment. We lived there for three years. Could it be that we will see this corruption and the unravelling of that corruption will occur over the course of next three years until the captives are finally set free?

If we are willing to intercede, to weep and war in the spirit, we can see a victory beyond anything we could have imagined.

If you remember, I told you 2026 would start off bumpy. And, yes, I do believe it is all connected. From the revolution in Iran, to the chaos in Venezuela, (which I believe is going to expose and shut down not only drug and human trafficking operations, but the theft of our 2020 elections) to the Islamic attacks, those that succeeded and those that were thwarted, to exposure of the Somali fraud, along with Waltz and Omar in Minneapolis, to the chaos that began January 7th in response to the arrests of those fraudsters in Minneapolis, make no mistake, the “protesters” were locked and loaded with professional pre-printed signs and banners when ICE was dispatched, I’d say we’ve had a bumpy start.

We cannot be afraid, remember, we are hidden under the shelter of His wing, and when we will acknowledge this Kairos season, a time when God’s purposes break into the human experience, and partner with Him as His intercessors, we can see His redemptive purposes accomplished in the earth and witness as His glory pours out to delivers, heal, and restore those held captive by the enemy!

I shared these with Darrell; he sent me the following that I want to share with you:

Darrell provided incredible revelation and insight throughout these two dreams; I will put them on our website. Prior to this, I associated so much of this with human trafficking, but it’s not only human trafficking, it’s the trafficking of the vulnerable; their minds, their spirits, their bodies, and we need to tackle each of them in prayer. I believe God has brought this to a place of revelation because He is going to intervene!

I pray that this message encourages you to recognize the Kairos Season we are walking through. Understanding the value and significance of prayer awakens your spirit to be more cognizant of the events we see before us so we can view them through the lens of the Lord. The media presents things as isolated events, they zone in on what scares or angers us, and they leave everything else out. But God is trying to teach us to view things through His eyes, to see how connected everything is, so we can pray more effectively. This is important as things are going to continue to speed up around us as the Lord bursts through the human experience to bring forth His plans and purposes for 2026 and beyond.

Ricci Johnson-Wilson

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