Repent T.D. JAKES

Thursday, 06/04/26 at 04:45
Sammy Omosh
Kenya

I was on the road traveling to Mombasa on the 1st of June. It was early at dawn when I was relaxed in my seat, and the Lord took me in a glance. I found myself in a house, and the lights were on, signifying it was nighttime.

A relative of mine was also present, and we were praying. Then I saw T.D. Jakes of The Potter’s House praying alone outside in darkness. He prayed like a possessed man. The anointing upon him was not of the Holy Spirit. I told my relative what I saw, and she simply replied, “That is his own problem.” But I was concerned about him. I could see patches of soap bubbles all over him.

I am one person who likes minding his own business. Some reading this think it is our joy attacking respected servants. When I get such revelations (you can by now tell this is not the first), they make me uncomfortable first, because I know how people think within our ecclesial community. I have never asked Yah to reveal to me about people’s lives.

That is why I like traveling alone too, despite having friends with whom I can hit the road or fly. I am not the person who sticks his nose into other people’s affairs. I neither like pulling attention to myself nor doing something to be seen. Ask my mama, and she will tell you the same.

The morning I arrived, she told me she would have three guests in the afternoon who would pay her a short visit. When they came, I greeted them, and while they were having a late lunch at 4:30 p.m., I disappeared to the nearby gym for close to two and a half hours. Upon finishing, I entered the store, did some quick shopping, and went back home.

She realized my absence and thought I was sleeping in my downstairs room, thinking I was tired. She then told the lady she lives with, “That is not Sammy that I know over the years,” because I had rested in the morning when I first arrived. She was about to knock on my door when I suddenly showed up, and she was amazed that I had been away for over three hours and nobody knew except the guard at the gate.

When it was time to sleep, I quietly went in while they were having a conversation in the kitchen, without our usual goodnight. I was too sleepy after the workout.

When Adonai gives me a word, I do not hold it back; I say it as it is. I am not paid to do what I am doing, so the temptation to sugarcoat anything is not a factor. After all, regarding this revelation, why could Yah not give it to the likes of Creflo Dollar and preachers in that league and age bracket?

T.D. Jakes, with all due respect, you need to be cleansed in the blood of Yeshua again. Thou art fallen and need to be loosed from the shackles of the devil. Did you not preach sermons entitled “Woman, Thou Art Loosed!”?

As long as you still have breath, all is not lost concerning your soul. You may have lost other things, but ensure you do not lose your eternal candlestick.

When I woke from that trance, I found it was 5:20 a.m. and all was quiet. I was not in bed but inside the bus with others.

Oh, T.D. Jakes, repent and repent until repentance is born out of you. This way you will secure entry into Heaven against all odds. Your time to depart this world may be fast approaching, and nothing else matters now. The Book of Life does not have an inventory of your earthly possessions.

(Joel Osteen, your “world” has started going in circles too. Watch out!)

On the 2nd of June, early in the morning, I saw rampant cases of drugs and the police zeroing in on culprits. We went for our early morning walk at 6:00 a.m. (as is our custom) to the beach with my mama’s friend, my second mama.

She told me of the many testimonies of Muslims converting to Christianity. I started thinking simultaneously about why many of God’s generals of our time and generation are also falling far from grace. I had not told her of this particular revelation that I am writing about here.

Though she saw me writing this message as she fixed breakfast after we returned home, she told me she would read it. She read the last one because I handed it to her for posting while I was there for three days before leaving for Dar.

What pained me is that she took the poison at the height of COVID, unaware. I have introduced her to this very website so that she may not be caught unaware by what will be unfolding in the near future. I did not pass by here in vain. We talked about what matters before I left.

NB: This message is for everyone who has missed it in one way or another, not only T.D. Jakes, though I cannot deny the emphasis was on him.

Years ago, a church member saw many coffins inside a mega church she attended. She was a good friend of my auntie, and they were both members of that church. That is how they eventually left.

Politics and the love of money were the focus of the sermons during that election season, and many left the church. My aunt stopped tithing and giving offerings. Being a nurse at a British institution at that time, you can guess that what she gave was substantial.

I remember she used to be very committed and even once ensured that I was a guest speaker in their home cell group. She was devastated, noticing how things were falling apart.

One time I wrote something about our current king on this website. I found out that many preachers secretly read messages here, but they never share them with their flock.

I heard one pastor say this statement in his sermon on TV: “If you don’t like the president, that is up to you. We will pray for him according to what is written in the Word.”

Two years later, he had changed his position and became one of the fiercest critics of the president that I know of in the land.

What changed?

The president once came to his church, and he spoke boldly about corruption right in front of his face.

I have not switched sides or allegiance regarding this government, and I am waiting for Yah to fulfill His word, because He has not changed the revelation either.

On the 3rd of June, 2026, we were returning home from our early morning walk around the beach area. I looked to my left along the beach road and saw a huge billboard with images of three ministers.

I said to my mama, “I can see Bishop X, but he has gone underground of late.”

I was amazed at her reply because I had heard the same thing last year from a different source.

“He was given money to distribute to other pastors, but he pocketed everything.”

Of course, the others grumbled silently. If you are Kenyan, you know who dished out the money.

This matter is well known in the public domain; that is why I have decided to mention it.

There are issues globally in the Church. Everybody needs to repent. T.D. Jakes’ case is just one among many.

Are our leaders preparing the flock for Jesus’ return, or are they busy amassing silver and gold that will soon grow wings and fly away?

I am in the vicinity of Tanga on my way to Dar es Salaam.

When I wanted to release this message on the 1st of June while I was in Mombasa, I was restrained from doing so. Then I heard in my spirit, “Release it when you are in Tanzania.”

I did not know the reason for that.

But then this is what I am hearing:

“Salvation is so personal. At the end of it all, it is you and Yah one-on-one. You go alone for cleansing and carry your cross alone until you reach your destination. You cannot transfer this task to someone else to do it for you.”

I continued hearing:

“You woke alone at 4:00 a.m. to catch the 5:30 a.m. bus so as to be ready for the nine-hour trip. You showed up at the Horohoro-Lunga Lunga border post as passengers traveling together, but each one had his or her own travel documents, which were presented, scanned, and processed individually at the immigration counters of both countries.”

Everybody faced the camera on both the Kenyan and Tanzanian sides for facial biometrics, plus the usual fingerprint scanning.

A disabled woman from Kenya was wheeled in but was denied entry after presenting herself to immigration authorities. I saw the Tanzanian immigration officer come near her and say in a harsh tone:

“Go back to Kenya. We cannot allow you to enter Tanzania!”

Doesn’t that ring a bell?

Suppose I was in bad standing with either the Kenyan or Tanzanian authorities. What do you think would have happened at the border point? I would probably have been denied entry or even arrested altogether, depending on my actions.

I am grateful that I passed through much faster than usual. Two questions were asked:

“What are you going to do?” and “How long will you stay?”

Despite saying one week to the second question, I was allowed to stay for a month again.

About a week ago, the devil whispered in my ear:

“You risk arrest if you set foot on Tanzanian soil. You were critical of the government in a previous post.”

This sent shivers down my spine for a short time, but then I discerned who was speaking.

Here I am, writing this along the way, not very far from my destination.

What if I had listened to that voice when I had already seen clearly in a personal dream that I was going to Dar, though I deferred the trip for another time?

Has the devil lied to you lately concerning anything?

Sometimes our fate depends on what we hear, and we fail to take it before God for the necessary confirmation.

Salvation is a process while we are still here on Earth, just like what we went through this morning.

Even if you were to share similar names with another person in the books of Heaven, the Lord knows exactly who you are.

I pray that nobody we know will be told, “Depart from Me.”

We have to go through SRP—Sanctification, Refinement (if He sees the need), and Purification—before our time here on Earth elapses.

Time is a friend to no one.

The borders between Uganda and all her neighbors are closed due to an Ebola outbreak. The plagues are awakening again. Is this the beginning of the plague season?

Just as the vision was given while I was traveling, I find it appropriate to release this message in the same manner since I am now in Tanzanian territory.

We have to obey even what seems insignificant or the “little” instruction. Had I released this message earlier, I would have missed the whole picture the Lord wanted to relay.

Psalm 16:1

“Preserve me, O God, for in Thee do I put my trust.”This version focuses on correcting mechanics and readability while retaining the original content, tone, and structure.