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�There is no witness stronger than his own witness of what he knew would come to him, except Allah. He told you in the letter that he would escape a death plot. He gave several instances of scripture that confirmed that.�

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am very grateful to Allah for blessing me with the letter the Honorable Elijah Muhammad wrote me in 1966 and for blessing me to get a copy of it 36 years later on June 17, 2002. I hope this letter will stimulate deeper thought over the future of the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan. See how I received it in the Appendix of Is It Possible That The Honorable Elijah Muhammad Is Still Physically Alive???

In the Appendix it reads:

“On June 5, 2006 I interviewed the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan on a number of topics. One of them was what he thought about my idea of placing the letter that the Honorable Elijah Muhammad sent to me back in November 1966, in this book. Here was his response.

“There is no witness stronger than his own witness of what he knew would come to him, except Allah. He told you in the letter that he would escape a death plot. He gave several instances of scripture that confirmed that.

“So our saying he’s alive is strengthened by his words and he confirms what we’ve been saying that he is alive in the face of those who say: ‘Well the Honorable Elijah Muhammad never said nothing like that’ or ‘I never heard nothing like that’ or ‘I don’t believe the Honorable Elijah Muhammad is alive.’

“Well here’s a letter that he wrote at such and such a time in a certain context. And he bears witness that he would be taken on the heels of a death plot. Then, in connection with this death plot, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad told you that, ‘If Allah had not shown me how I was going to escape, I would have no hope.’”

This continues from the last article.

Although I was blessed to see him, from time to time, during the next 11 months, it seems as if I had forgotten the subject. Nor did he bring it up during the times we saw each other after I received his letter of November, 1966.

About a year later, during one afternoon, in October 1967, he told me to call the automobile insurance company with whom we were doing business. He said he wanted the Captain’s (Brother Abdul Allah’s) car and my own, under his insurance policy so that we might get better rates. I did.

At one point the agent asked me of his driving situation in Chicago. That I did not know. At the time of my telephone conversation, with the insurance agent, he had gone up to his room. Since there was not enough time to get to him and then back to her before her office hours closed, which was within minutes, it was agreed that I would get back to her the next day. He did not come down for dinner that night.

During that time I was painting his office. I was still at it the next morning when he came down for coffee. When I knew he was down and the insurance office was open I went to the dining room and brought him up to date on where things were about his request. He asked me to get her on the phone. I did. Before I could leave to return to painting he invited me to have coffee and orange juice. Of course, I accepted.

I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying to her until he seemed to have a bit of difficulty remembering his age. That got my attention. I looked in his direction. After a moment of a bit of hesitancy he said to her that he was seventy and blushed as he did so. As he hung up the phone and returned to the table, still blushing, he said to me, “You know Brother, sometimes I forget my own age.”

His remark triggered something that had come to me some years ago, which I had not spoken to any one. I simply had no reason to do so. It was just one of those things which just sits in the mind of any of us, without our attaching much importance to it, which later turns out to be more significant than we had first realized.

My response to his remark was unplanned, unexpected, and spontaneous. Sometimes later I wondered to what extent was this simply a fortuitous event—that which happens by a fortunate accident or chance—or was it deeper. 

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To his blushing remark I simply commented that his age was of importance with me. I had no idea that this would open up what it did. He immediately unnerved me when his countenance suddenly became very stern and serious. He looked sharply at me as he sat down. I did not know what I had said to cause this sudden change.

After he sat down he again shot another serious glance at me. He asked me “What do you see in my age, Brother?” I said I knew there were connections between his age, at certain points in his life, and certain prophecies.

He continued looking at me with that same stern expression as he asked me to give him an example. I mentioned the ninth chapter of Daniel. He said, “Get my Bible.” It was behind him on the T.V. As I got up to get it I recall thinking that I did not ever recall seeing any of his Bibles downstairs, as opposed to up in his bedroom or in his office. As I picked it up I noticed that it was the King James Version.

He asked me to turn to the ninth chapter of Daniel. I did. He said, “Read it.” As I looked at the 24th verse I noticed that there were little “Xs” besides each of the last four verses of that chapter. They were verses 24 through 27.

I read aloud from the book of Daniel, beginning in 9:24: “Seventy weeks are determined upon thy people and upon thy holy city, to finish the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and prophecy, and to anoint the most Holy.

“Know therefore and understand, that from the going forth of the commandment to restore and to build Jerusalem unto the Messiah the Prince shall be seven weeks, and threescore and two weeks: the street shall be built again, and the wall, even in troublous times.

“And after threescore and two weeks shall Messiah be cut off—.”

He interrupted me with these words: “How do you see this ‘cut off’ Brother?” I responded that from all I had learned from him and from the scriptures I knew that this referred to him but that this did not mean death for him. I said it meant that he would go to be with Master Fard Muhammad.

As I answered his stern expression softened. While looking directly at me he then said: “This is the most critical part of scripture with me Brother.” (Emphasis mine).

More next issue, Allah willing.

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