It was an vision.
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It is written in the book of Ezekiel, "When I say unto the wicked, You shall surely die; and you give him not warning, nor speak to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his life; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at your hand.
"Yet if you warn the wicked and he turn not from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity; but you have delivered your soul." It is in this spirit that I make This Announcement.
In a tiny town in Mexico, called Tepotzlan, there is a mountain on the top of which is the ruins of a temple dedicated to Quetzalcoatl, the Christ-figure of Central and South America--a mountain which I have climbed several times. However, on the night of September 17, 1985, I was carried up on that mountain, in a vision, with a few friends of mine. As we reached the top of the mountain, a Wheel, or what you call an unidentified flying object, appeared at the side of the mountain and called to me to come up into the Wheel. Three metal legs appeared from the Wheel, giving me the impression that it was going to land, but it never came over the mountain.
Being somewhat afraid, I called to the members of my party to come with me, but a voice came from the Wheel saying, "Not them; just you." I was told to relax and a beam of light came from the Wheel and I was carried up on this beam of light into the Wheel.
I sat next to the pilot; however, I could not see him. I could only feel his presence. As the Wheel lifted off from the side of the mountain, moving at a terrific speed, I know I was being transported to the Mother Wheel, which is a human-built planet-a half-mile by a half-mile that the Honorable Elijah Muhammad had taught us of for nearly 60 years. The pilot, knowing that I was fearful of seeing this great, mechanical object in the sky, maneuvered his craft in such a way that I would not see the Mother Wheel (Plane) and then backed quickly into it and docked in a tunnel. I was escorted by the pilot to a door and admitted into a room.
I shall not bother you with a description of the room, but suffice it to say that at the center of the ceiling was a speaker and through this speaker I heard the voice of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad speaking to me as clearly as you are hearing my voice this morning.
He spoke in short cryptic sentences and as he spoke a scroll full of cursive writing rolled down in front of my eyes, but it was a projection of what was being written in m y mind. As I attempted to read the cursive writing, which was in English the scroll disappeared and the Honorable Elijah Muhammad began to speak to me. He said, "President Reagan has met with the Joint Chiefs of Staff to plan a war. I want you to hold a press conference in Washington, D.C., and announce their plan and say to the world that you got the information from me on the Wheel." He said to me that he would not permit me to see him at that time. However, he said that I had one more thing to do and when that one more thing was done that I could come again to the Wheel and I would be permitted to see him face to face.
He then dismissed me. I entered the small wheel and the pilot whom I still could not see, moved the craft out of the tunnel and took it up to a terrific height and maneuvered his craft that I might look down upon the Mother Wheel. I saw a city in the sky.
With great speed it brought me back to earth and dropped me off near Washington where I then proceeded into this city to make The Announcement.
After I awakened from the vision, it seemed to vanish from my mind. However, on the morning of September 19, 1985, a great earthquake struck Mexico City and it was felt in the little town where I was staying. That earthquake brought the vision forcibly to my mind and I spoke it, later that morning for the first time to my wife, Khadijah Muhammad, and Sister Tynnetta Muhammad in the city of Cuernavaca.
During the vision of 1985, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad did not tell me who the war was planned against, or where it would take place. But, as events began to unfold from September to December of 1985 into January of 1986, it began to dawn on me, slowly, that the war might be against Moammar Qaddafi and the Libyan Jamahiriya, but I was not completely sure. In early February, 1986, I was invited to participate in and be the spokesman at a press conference initiated by the Libyans in cooperation with Kwame Toure of the All African Peoples' Revolutionary Party and the representatives of approximately 15 groups of Blacks, Native Americans, Hispanics and Whites, in essence, to state to the government of the United States: "Hands off Libya." While I was speaking at the press conference, the lights of the television cameras in the back of the room brought back the vision of the press conference that I was to hold in Washington, D.C., and I wondered to myself, "Could this be it?"
Peace