Windows and Doors

By Phylicia Éntrelle

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 20, 2008
• ISBN: 9781469102146

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Copyright © 2008 by Phylicia Éntrelle.

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An exposition on communicating the oracular nature of God through predictive

response, reflection on mien, and emphasis on shifting from mortality to

imperishability. Advancing inclusive and exclusive entities through emerging

closed and opened windows and doors . . . Behind, over and under scenes of

theoretical and theological perceptions, props and cues . . . The healing spit of

inner explorations, theory, and praxis.

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Contents

Foreword

Preface

Acknowledgements

Introduction

Chapter I

The 5:05 AM Whisper

Chapter II

Of Windows

Chapter III

Of Doors

Chapter IV

Why Me?

Chapter V

Why Anybody?

Summary

Conclusion

Bibliography

[When I began writing this book, mother, dad, and sibling number two were alive. They have journeyed now through whatever door God has led them. Notwithstanding, I have chosen to leave my initial reflections.]

To my mother (deceased) and dad (deceased ) for their cognizance of God and their need to train us in the way that we should go; to my sister Carolyn and Beverly (deceased); my brother, Milton Jr.; and my son, Payton Smith III. My parents sought to obey the teachings of the Holy Bible; to raise us in the proper way. They did so that futuristically, they would not have Job’s headache concerning his children who were out partying around his grounds somewhere at risk of cursing God in their hearty party. (Job 1:4-5) More explicitly they tried to ensure that their children would not curse God in their going in or coming out but remain in the thy kingdom come of God’s divine teachings.

Thank you, Mother and Daddy

Your baby girl,

Phylicia

As scientific understanding has grown, so our world has become dehumanized. Man feels himself isolated in the cosmos, because he is no longer involved in nature and has lost his emotional unconscious identity with natural phenomena . . . Thunder is no longer the voice of an angry god, nor is lightning his avenging missile. No river contains a spirit; no tree is the life principle of a man . . . . No voices now speak to man from stones, plants, and animals, nor does he speak to them believing they can hear. His contact with nature has gone, and with it has gone the profound emotional energy that this symbolic connection supplied.

—Carl G. Jung, Man and His Symbols

To My MFAP partners across the board who unceasingly

help me realize my vision.

Foreword

Now celebrating my 105 years of birth and having laid down the yardstick to measure integrated concepts as they relate to human values; realize worth and need go beyond just reading writing and arithmetic . . . But hang on the borderline of the Science and Philosophy of Education. The crucial search is to find and organize an individual or group to search for particular leaders.

Now we come to a declaration as it relates to Dr. Harding-Smith who has been singled out as a master interpreter of citizens’ earthly responsibility connected with the nature of the blessings. At this writing and appraisal she has been taken through unusual tests and stands as a master leader in communications, lecturing, writing and foresight. That has gained her over eighty percent of required knowledge to fulfill the blessing and pathway to the interpretation of the duty and standard of this leader . . . As his assistant and propagator of the highest standard of life and behavior.

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Preface

The enamoring thought of writing a book had never occurred to me until I traveled to Europe, and it was undoubtedly my witness of the tumbling of the Berlin wall that keenly prompted me during my visit to Germany. During the watch, intermittently, I continued to read a six-hundred-page book And the Walls Came Tumbling Down by the late Rev. Ralph Abernathy. Of course, the trip to Germany to visit a friend had not been planned in conjunction with the historical downfall of the wall; neither was I reading the book, which focused on Abernathy’s friendship with the civil rights orator, the late Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in alignment with that grand event (more about that later). I am now encouraged to write about what is happening to and through me by a cabalistic entity, the power of Almighty God, as awesome and often vague as it may be. This impressive phenomenon began around 1977 shortly after I had experienced a very supernatural event. Later, I learned it was the kind of transformation that would be required of all, that is, based on the dialogue between a member of the Sanhedrin, an enigmatic gentleman by night (John 3). Well, you ask, how do you know that it was God that you experienced? There are many accounts expounded upon in the Holy Bible, the exclusive location for finding such information. Of course, there are diverse versions, the King James’, the NIV, the Jerusalem, and many others that could lead one to cough up such human confessions. Nevertheless, the life of the man called Jesus is fascinating, invigorating and is the focal point loaded for such spiritual engagements.

Acknowledgements

(Find Your Name)

My deepest appreciation to Mr. Milton Carroll Sr. and Mrs. Delores Aramenta Harding, my parents for providing me with an education and cultural experiences; Carolyn, Beverly (deceased), and Milton Jr., my sisters and my brother, for letting me be the thirty-five-year estranged sibling; the partners of my church, Mercy for All Peoples (MFAP), for their prayers and patience when I cannot return their calls immediately; Dr. Nannie L. Stewart (deceased), Victorious Living, Inc., scholar whom I believe God sent approximately one month after my mother’s death to crown me with an honorary doctorate degree; to Hon. Doris A. Smith, my friend, who insists on bossing me around like a big sister; to Joe (Willingboro, New Jersey for reminding me that I only need to use my natural voice to record hymns with few instruments; to David and Nancy, who would not let me give up my ministry after my son had been abducted after my entrance into the ministry; to Dr. Arnold Lincow, DO, for his patience and healing after my near-tragic accident on Lincoln Drive (shortly, thereafter, he brought me out of the horrible shock by telling me to try looking in the mirror and arranging my hair; perhaps, I would feel better. Thanks, Doc); to Neil Leibman, Esq. (rabbi) for helping me to discern between the exegetical lines of the Old Testament, and to his daughter, Faith, Esq., for her special critiques and for insisting that I take breaks; to Mr. Samuel L. Evans for his willingness to continue to be a guru; to Dr. Shirley Pritchett-Hilton, founder, International Women for Equality and Justice (IWEJ); to Rev. Dr. Inez Thompson, leader of Prophets’ Counsel (MFAP); to Dr. Michael I. N. Dash, Interdenominational Theological Center (ITC), for his patient supervision during my South African internship and countless letters of recommendation; Rev. Dr. Nicholas Genevieve Tweed (London, England); for our refreshing scholarly debates, Lesebane Makatlo (South Africa) for letting me drive his car during my internship on that continent and for not yelling at me when culture shock urged me to drive on the wrong side of the highway; to K. Koll (West Germany) for showing me German life in exactly four roundtrips; Rev. I. N. Patterson IV, my confidante, for guiding me during my wholesome pilgrimage through the African Methodist Episcopal Church (AMEC); to Aggie for her daily 3:00 a.m. prayers for the world and for tolerating me as I explore my esoteric and often complex fourth dimensional path with God; Maureen Orliw for driving me insane when I wanted to be sane and vice versa; Adrianna (7 years old) for her inspiring gifts of creativity; Tasha (thirteen years old) for making sense of my hair and her sister Sydney (seven years old) for talking to me like an adult; to Katie Mae for her intense search to find someone time enough for me; to my childhood confidante, Gale Hudson, for suggesting that my humor is like medicine and worth a fee (maybe she’ll start paying soon); and to Bob for his heart of flesh toward humanity; another radiant light in the cosmos, to Dr. Claiborne Shelton (whom I ran into recently after thirty-five years, for being the indirect phenomenal agent of how I play Gospel music on the Hammond B-3 organ; to Mrs. Lettie Booker, who taught me how to make biscuits and be a good housekeeper in the 4-H club, and to Mrs. Bessie Hopkins (my second grade teacher) both who were pillars for me when Daddy expired; to Michelle Hax-Fite, my college chum of forty years, a vintage-wearing diva of Baltimore who interpreted my taste in fashion and showed me where to get them, and finally to my school chums Martha Edmonds-Thomas, Linda Bey, Carolyn Shell, Phyllis Adams and Wanda Sanford who make sure that I will never forget my title as one of the Three Stooges in the sixth grade. Finally, posthumous kudos to my hero and earthly spiritual giant, Rev. Dr. H.R. Watkins.

And I am eternally grateful to the Ancient Spirit of Truth for allowing me to cross the paths of the following:

Mr. Adyemos (West Africa)

Mr. Bill and Mrs. Camille Cosby

Ms. Cicely Tyson

Minister Louis Farrakhan

Mr. Dick Gregory

Rev. Rance Allen

Mr. Stevie Wonder

Mr. Chris Kristoffersen

Ms. Coretta Scott-King (Deceased)

Ms. Winnie Mandela

Rev. Berniece King (Dr. M. L. King’s Daughter)

Dr. Samuel Laeuchli, Guru

Mr. Samuel London Evans, Impresario

Mr. Chubby Checker

Ms. Lisa Thomas-Laurie

Mr. Ira Tucker (Dixie Hummingbirds)

"When God closes a door, God opens a window."

Introduction

Why Windows and Doors? Let me render some insight. Now, by 1979 I neither understood nor attached in any manner to my daily life the fact that I had begun to visualize miniature postcards in black-and-white. One may call these visions or daydreams. I called them still or moving photos of irrelevance at the time. I told no one but pondered and watched day by day to learn more of this strange occurrence. The images changed from black-and-white to vibrant colors on various occasions; and the content was little more than people, places, and things of which I was familiar—whether or not I was washing dishes, cleaning, or just watching television. It was not the simple content that was puzzling but its paradoxical aftermath. In other words, pictures would intrude into my view on one day and materialize the ensuing day as though I were being shown something by an invisible something or someone. Yes, I should have been startled, but I cannot answer why I was not overly concerned or even afraid. A great calm would overtake me whenever these images paraded before me, and I did not try to resist but just allowed this thing to happen to me. In a way, it was kind of special. Needless to say, I did not go running to tell the world or the church members that this was happening to me. As a matter of fact, I was running the other way in my head. I was not going to tell a living soul about this; who would understand? What exactly would I tell them? Was there something wrong with me? I did not know to question whether or not this was evil . . . No, there was no gloom attached to this phenomenon. Quite the opposite, the invasion was pleasant and stilling and caused me to become extremely observant. (Later throughout the years, I would reflect upon the process because the images in hindsight I likened to tutors that lead me to pay attention to detail in the voice and movement of what I now know to have been the Sovereign One. You see, one must learn to hear that inner voice, exclusively [Almighty, God, Sovereign or Supreme One, Creator—whichever you prefer] while he or she is being prepared for a prophetic ministry. I realized much later that when lifting up petitions for seekers of the Holy One’s favor, I would have to be able to discern the Creator’s voice in taking directives. The visions that had begun earlier in life were the prelude to a wonderful and unique gift. In alignment with that, the attentiveness required might be obtained; but it is mandatory that one’s soul be hushed, humbled, and submissive as the orders from above permeate your being. Over a period of about a year, the newly found pictorials began to change from dull black-and-white still photos to unrestrained, colorful, and vibrant images like cinema without the popcorn.

Finally, following the continuum of appearances (1982), I began to be responsive to a small still voice of instructions concerning familiar people, places or things. For example, during the early stages of this interesting activity, I found that some kind of action—that is, prompt action—would be needed . . . sometimes much sooner than I had responded. Such was the case of my having witnessed a train accident in one of those colorful visuals while visiting Atlanta. I was frantically compelled to telephone Amtrak to descriptively warn one of its administrators about a dream that I had (with eyes wide open or a day vision as it is called among prophets) only to learn that the accident had happened moments before my call. This newfound marvel (I would learn through the years) would not be much fun nor would I want to be bothered by such uncomfortable morose sensitivities.

Initially, I made blunders and mistakes concerning what was not realized a gift to help others, such as the time I had to tell a young man that his brother was dying. Needless to say, I flunked the test. I thought, Lord, I simply am not going to share with him while I am standing here alone with him on Broad and Cherry streets in Philadelphia waiting for a New Jersey Transit to carry me to my safe suburban New Jersey haven. Perhaps had I driven that night, I may have been more willing. However, I wasn’t eager to obey. I just said, Lord, I really cannot do this thing. (This occurred during the very early stages of the responsibility, and at that moment of sacrifice had been my most difficult test.) I managed to tell the man, whose bus arrived before mine that he needed to go and see his brother without haste. That was the best I could do. However, I am grateful that I have become obedient now. One learns that as he or she progresses through repercussions by not using the gift in the most beneficial way for others. See we can not handle the gift. In other words, true, the gift is given to us, but we must look to the giver of that capability for directions. We cannot receive a message or an assignment and simply relay that missive or prepare for the task in our self-directed manner. Unfortunately, we are not always privileged to know what the outcome of these situations will be. Sometimes I hear people relate that God has blessed them in some way, and they have to decide how to go about operating that favor. Let me tell you, I raise my eyebrows, perplexed because I know that it is impossible to know just what the Almighty wants one to do, how to do it and so on . . . that is, without explicit instructions.

For example, it’s like those in the great church of today who say, We don’t believe in speaking in tongues . . . You know what the Apostle Paul states about that. Well, the reason some churches are not advanced in that area and lack in every domain is because we never wait for the interpretation of the language of God, and it can be provided. We are afraid of it. Why? Don’t we worship an invisible God, and we label it the Holy Ghost or the Holy Spirit? (I really do not want to get off my theme.) But it seems that for over