ISAIAH 15:20-21
…20Then I will make you a wall to this people, a fortified wall of bronze; they will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you to save and deliver you, declares the LORD. 21I will deliver you from the hand of the wicked and redeem you from the grasp of the ruthless.”
YAHWEH! YAHWEH!! YAHWEH!!!
“LET THE REDEEMED OF THE LORD SAY SO, WHOM HE HAS REDEEMED FROM THE HAND OF THE ENEMY, THEN THEY CRIED OUT TO THE LORD IN THEIR TROUBLE, AND HE DELIVERED THEM OUT OF THEIR DISTRESSES.
-OH, THAT BISOLA WOULD GIVE THANKS TO THE LORD FOR HIS GOODNESS, AND FOR HIS WONDERFUL WORKS TO HER! PSALMS107:2,6-6, 8 NKJV
#MY FREEDOM DAY OUT OF THE SYNAGOGUE ‘CHURCH ‘ OF ALL NATIONS
Today February 8th as I always remember yearly the moment I finally stepped out of the house of bondage. I join with the twenty-four elders, the Host of Heaven and the four living creatures, (the awesome foursome, and the foursome awesome) that surrounds the Throne of Majesty in Heaven to give glory, honors and thanksgiving to Him who reigns and lives forever and ever. I fall to my face before Him who sits enthrone on the Throne and I worship Him who lives forever and ever, Revelation 4:9-10 NKJV.
Looking back, I celebrates the goodness of His Most Excellency, The Royal Majesty, The Glorious Redeemer, Everlasting Father, All-Powerful, He that overthrown the enemy into the sea of forgetfulness, The Lifter of my head, Agbanilagbatan, Oloore- Ofe, Obangiji, Osa N’oghidua, Osa’lobua, Osẹikhuẹmhẹn Ekhuẹmhẹn, Odogwu Akataka (Fearless warrior), Ejide obi esike (My confidence), Echeta Echezo nkpa (He that takes away pain/worry), Di nwanyi isi mpe (Husband of the widow), Ikuku amanoya(Unquenchable God) Obata obie (He that ends every trouble)
Akwakwuru (Unpushable God), Dike na’gha (Mighty Warrior), Chi ne cherem (The God that thinks for me), Eze ndi Eze (King of kings)
Oke mmiri n’ebu ogwe (Great water that carry fearful storms), Oku n’ere ere (Consuming fire), Ike nkwu aba mba (The authority upon which I make my declarations), Oje na mmuo (He that works in the spirit), Ebube mbekumbe ( Glorious forever), Oloru ihe, loro ihe , loro ihe, loro enyi ( Bigger than the biggest), Nkume mgbe ebighi ebi (Firm foundation)
Today, the 8th, February in history marks another unforgettable day that Mercy roared from His Throne to liberate me out of the pangs of darkness, spiritual and physical incarceration, mental and psychological terror, sexual slavery of Abdul-Fatai Temitope Balogun alias T.B. Joshua of the Synagogue ‘church’ of all nations, Ikotun -Egbe, Lagos, Nigeria.
TIME TO GO
When God saw it was time for me to leave the Synagogue; some cameras malfunctioned in a conference organized by TB Joshua for the farmers in faraway South Africa. When he return to Nigeria, he summoned ‘disciples’ meeting and accused those ‘disciples’ that followed him to the conference including the foreign ‘disciples’ that they caused the fault of the machines. Therefore, we must go to the ‘prayer’ mountain to ask for forgiveness for offending his ‘holy spirit’. I was not with them in South Africa; but I was included to go for forgiveness, my sin was that I did not travel with them. He said if I had gone to South Africa, such experience would not have occurred because of my dedication. While we were at Agodo, in a place we were to go for prayers, I saw in a quick flash the picture of my mother, she was had aged and was very frail; and for the first time in many years I had lived in the Synagogue I felt concern for her. I summoned courage to ask TB Joshua for permission to go and see my mother in case something terrible had happened to her. The moment I mentioned my mother to him, it was as if a thunderbolt hit TB Joshua, he was not expecting it, he became highly upset and asked everybody to clear out of his office including me.
My mind was made up to go visit my mother, so I waited for TB Joshua until 12midnight to be able to inform him that come sun, come rain, I would go to see my mother in the following morning. He said I could not go, period. Among other things he said was, if I went, something terrible would happen on the way, he also said he would lay a curse on his daughter not me, but I insisted. He asked me why I bent on going on a Sunday when every ‘disciple’ supposed to be busy working, I answered him that it has been a long time I had been away from home as he know; possibly she might have moved out of where I knew she lived.
Nevertheless, I said knew my mother’s church where she has been attending before she married to my Dad (she has been a Christian all her life, but my Dad was a Muslim and I grew up with my Dad). We discussed until 3am in the morning. Then, TB Joshua started cajoling me that he was about to send me to South Africa to handle some things for him; but within me, I was not interested in traveling anywhere, but to get out of the Synagogue in one piece.
Lastly, TB Joshua played another card, he asked me to go and prepared to follow him to the marine mountain at that ungodly hour (3am), but I would not bulged, I refused. If it were before this time that my mind was darkened I would gladly have obliged. So, he went alone by himself with his driver.
Next day, in the morning, while others were dressing up for service, and the Synagogue members were trouping into the service, I ran out. As things worked out, I met TB Joshua by the staircase coming back from his water mountain at about 6am, though I greeted him, but I do not even bother to know if he answered or not.
On my way out, the security men caught me but I fought them with all the strength in me and quickly flagged down a motorbike which drove me away from the Synagogue’s frontier. When I got into town, I was just perambulating from one place to another until one Mr. Ojooloye called me on the phone to direct me to the motor park. When I eventually got to my mum’s church, an usher helped me to call her out, and precisely the way I saw her in my vision in a flash, she had aged so much and became frail. A lots had happened to her, she started crying but I encouraged her to be strong. Then, she started praising God for seeing me again, I went with her to her new place as I expected. We talked at length, I apologized for been used to labelled her a witch and not to see her for many years, and I have eventually decided to leave the Synagogue. She asked me ‘why?’ I told her that only God knows but I was no longer comfortable in the place, and I sensed something was not right. I could not bring myself to tell her all my experiences at the time because I was not ready to hear “but we told you so.”
My mother gave me her pastor’s telephone number to ask for counseling, and I left for Lagos, back at the synagogue. When I got there, the security man (Phillip) would not permit me to enter, he said I needed a written permit from TB Joshua because I did not present one when I left in the morning. I believe it was a script given to him by TB Joshua, so I became pissed off, I told him to allow me to go in, and pack my stuff and leave finally. While we were on that argument, someone informed me that TB Joshua was at the marine mountain and he asked me to come with her. At the marine mountain, TB Joshua inquired why I disobeyed his orders not to visit my mother, I had no excuse for him, so he asked me what happened at my mother’s place, I knew he wanted to teleguide me, so I gave him a different story that my mother does not wish to see me again because of the past scenarios. Then, he asked Olamide big to escort me back to the main Synagogue and instructed other ‘disciples’ leaders who he had previously instigated against me to sheath their sword.
‘Disciples’ were not allowed to own a personal phone at the time, but I had secretly bought one for myself at the time I worked in ‘The Exclusive’ Newspaper on behalf of TB Joshua. I called my mother’s pastor the following morning and he prayed with me, after prayers, he asked me where I was calling from, I quickly told him not to worry that I only needed guidance about a step I wanted to take. What he said thereafter got me panicked. He said, “oh, I am very sorry for asking, but as we prayed, my eyes opened and I saw that you are in a kind of bondage where there were chains on your neck, both hands, waist and your two legs; I saw that you are tied up like a criminal.”
In shock, I opened up to him that I was in the Synagogue, ‘church’ of all nations. The pastor asked gently, ‘what are you doing there? I told him that it was not a story I could relate to him at the time. “Ah! The way I saw it, you cannot leave the place,” he replied. I was confused, with a little irritation, I asked him, “I cannot leave? Why? Was I born here? Nobody owns me but God, and right now I am leaving, no one can stop me, not even those chains you said you saw.”
The pastor shouted, “Please don’t try it, if you try it, your enemy can run mad or die because you are already under surveillance radar. If God open your eyes, you will see that there are some horrible looking beings that are manning the gate of where you are; it is not only you, they have the list of the names of those people living there with them.” Ha! as if it was a bad dream to me, I thought within me, is it this bad? I definitely knew some strange things are happening here, but not to this magnitude? I looked around I could not see any strange looking beings, no surveillance radar except security monitors which I know off. In a jiffy, my experience of 7 years backward flashed in my mind, when I left synagogue with strong head, and I ended up roaming the street of Lagos for 3days not knowing where I was heading to (another story). Therefore, I calmed down, almost crying and in a childlike voice, which I could not believe was mine I said, “Sir, am I going to die here? Can God help me? I want to go to heaven.”
The pastor assured me that God is ready to help anyone who call on Him because He owns everywhere and everyone, but I must give my life to Christ genuinely, and walk with God. How, I asked him? He said, “we shall be praying together often for God’s direction, and anytime you finished service in the synagogue, it is paramount that you call me for prayers.” I thanked him and we bade each other goodbye.
(Taken from the Book “THE TB JOSHUA I KNOW)
HOW DID I FINALLY MADE IT OUT? READ FURTHER IN “THE TB JOSHUA I KNOW
