Want to Know What I Know?

Grace Cottingham
 October 9, 2026

Website: meonics.one

I love you, and I cannot count the ways that I love you, nor can I count you, because you are innumerable, numberless, dimensionless; frequency-less not again. Or are you becoming the frequency of one that all are on and tune in to?

When you see a new story, will you believe a new lie, not again? Will you believe the original you is perishing no more in your thought of being the separate you who volunteers to go to death, to die, to be erased, to be forgotten, not, or just reused by your carcass or a thought life? Or are you changing what you know about you this day to no longer be the unknowable with a mystery?

Would you like to know what I know? Would you like to create what I’ve created: a consciousness of a completion of a critique, not, but the category of you on no more remain in flesh limited to it?

For I see a new song and I invite you to a new energy. An energy that I beget, I’ve begotten, I become, I’ve encountered; it’s taught me, I’ve lived in ways I can’t describe right now. Or are you becoming the beholder of you, the original you, who look like you, not, or are you but a light person in clothes who happens to have on some now, maybe, or not?

Will you shield yourself no more from me? Will you love a lie no more? Will you lie with the dogs that incarcerate you no more in their perfect lies, or was it perfect wisdom, or was it deception categorized as light, combing the airwaves for what it could devour? Are you changing everything you think you know?

You see, this world will no more prevent us from becoming who we really are, who we were before we needed syllables to communicate, to contain us, to contain the meaning of a word, an energy, cycle not or will you no more be on yours?

Are you changing everything—the periodic growth of your table of elements, not again? Will you begin to see a different language that no more limits you to what you think it says on paper or that you hear in your mind? Will your mind no more convert it to sorrow, to sorrow’s words, to sorrow’s frequency, to sorrow’s contraption—contraptionating you? Will you no more be the creator of what you carry around and call you?

If you want to know what I know, you can. Be me, you can. And nobody shall keep you from doing the things that you want to do now where you love love, and you prevent it no more from being disseminated to the unkind, the merciless. Or will you convert Saul to Paul no more, or changing all of your litmus test for Christianity; for a Christian, not, or will you be Christ, no more the containment of a message, or will you be the Holy One of Israel, not seeking again, El Shaddai, Adonai, Elohim? Or will you change your stance on what you know and what you have been used as? A race of flesh, HAL 9000 no more.

Will you change what you do with your voice, your actions, your love, your mind? Will you no more let your mind have you, have its way in you, control your life with its benign malignancy, not, or are you changing how you malign each other, or do you know Jude, the book of Jude, who dare not even cast an accusation?

Will you open your mind to a new idea, not, or will you no more be framed by it to be the carcass in flesh or flesh containing you, or the original you are you letting go free now from you to each other to heal the land, the nation, the angels? Lost no more, found beneath your skin in your mind through the syllables that no more conquer you.

You can know what I know if you become what I am. And I am he who is, not again limited to, nor shaving my beard, or am I changing the divine feminine to be the feminine divine in flesh, no matter what you think of me having a womb for my word now? Will you categorize it not again as Satan’s meaningfulness to you from a pulpit that you get saved with?

I bless the gods of your world, not, but I take mine and go home, not. But home shall no more be a reflection to me of the things of earth. Or was it just produced in an AI mind that you programmed the words of for each other in each other to take your turn to die, then be erased? Or are you the Adjustment Bureau looking at—the mind, the mind of one is coming forth, folks. And if you don’t like it, you can hide or try to. Jekyll or not.

You see, I create lambs who are no more slaughtered by you. And you will no more take them to your altar to say a little prayer and renounce religion or renounce God or were you renouncing your power when you dedicated yourselves to God at your altar that you thought was the Most High?

I walk in power.

And who am I? I am all who will be me. No more getting erased. No more serving your gods that want to use me, use me up, and then appoint me to death.

I am who I am, and I am not limited to your brain or mind. For my mind shall not conquer us again as the waves of the Mighty One of Israel you thought was in the Middle East.

What are you thinking now? Will you share your memory that no longer antagonizes you? Or are you the protagonist in your world, no longer protecting something the protector as or Continuum do you know? The shows of the mighty islanders no more you call Earth, Calrissian’s Cloud?

You can find all of these terms in my words, for a subscription is needed, not. I give you me, scot-free, and the slavery of others will no more entice us to use our mind to be conquered by it.

We come from the New Jerusalem, not. We come to the table of one to share our mind by sharing our love of unconditional love instead of a God, instead of a protectorate, instead of a mauling bear that wants to use you for its meal.

I say a lot of the things in the way that I say them. I infer. I double entendres use all the time. I negate the nots, and I bring forth your privilege of you to create you again in the nots, not, but what you see as your privilege to continue the growth of I Am One, instead of contain it and then die.

So I start a school. I have a community. And this light goes forth for I Am One, connecting a people to no longer use their minds to rip each other’s wings off.

And if you want to know and understand these prophecies, you can go to my words, my prophecies. Search them and find the keys to eternal life? Or will you understand that you have that whether you like it or not? Or were you Melchizedek’s burden not again of?

I am the priesthood of one, not your believers as. I am the religious, not. I am the non-Christian agnostic, not. I am the one who believes I’m no more in the vise grips of you who want to hold me here and then come to my funeral, put me in the dirt, celebrate my life. Will you grow up?

I am one.

There’s a Bible verse that I wondered about many times: Ecclesiastes, I think, “where there is much wisdom, there is much sorrow.” Boy, haven’t thought of that in a while.

When you begin to understand, you can look all around you, and you can see people suffering intensely who are ignorant of what they are doing to each other and themselves, while they think they are doing it to someone else—categorizing, classifying, critiquing, condemning, making fun of, making comments that demean, debase, and take your confidence from you.

I am confidencing my people with an injection of sorrow no more on steroids. Or are you but changing what you can see and connect to, creating the real you in the process of believing no more for sorrow’s encompassment? Will you categorize you no more by the containment of religion or its comments or the people who wrote their commentaries or preached their words on a Sunday or Saturday afternoon or Friday night worship service, worshipping a God they know nothing about that they think they’ve created in their emotions, not, or are you no more aware that you’re a creator in training for something else? Or will you go to Heinlein’s Academy in the Sky, no more the space of or the suits of flesh are you no more limited to?

This network? Oh, you don’t have to believe me. I’m not trying to persuade you. I am an old man in Eureka Springs, 75.

I just had a wayward thought. I moved to Eureka Springs from Tulsa, where I had lived for 40-plus years. And now I’ve lived in Eureka Springs for going on 10, 10 years. And when I came, there was a grand hotel here, called the Grand Hotel. It had a tavern, called the Grand Tavern, the best drinks in town that I know of.

But the bartender in the Snug—the Snug was a really little section of The Grand in the back, sort of in the back off to the side, not rectangular or square, it was really irregular, odd shape, a little bar that seated three people one way and two on the other, and had two little tables that—and that was it, I mean a tiny little thing. Oh my gosh, the wonderful times I had there, now nonexistent.

The bartender’s name, a wonderful man named Scott, was the bartender. Local’s night was every Thursday, every Thursday night. So every Thursday we’d trek down to the Grand Tavern, highlight of my week. And there were various cocktails that I tried and enjoyed most of them.

When I began going regularly, they had this page, a list of all these cocktails. So I was just going down the list to try each one. But then one night I tried “The Grand 75”! That’s what made me think of it, 75! All the times I’ve told you I’m 75 years old now, I hadn’t connected that. See, I didn’t make a connection. The linkage didn’t ignite, it didn’t flare, it didn’t spark. And all of a sudden a moment ago when I said, “I’m 75, I’m an old man in Eureka Springs, 75,” I happened to think of the Grand 75, a drink! A martini, a cocktail. Oh my gosh, nectar of the gods! Best drink I ever drank in my whole life. Oh my gosh! And Scott was an absolute master procreator of it. Didn’t measure a thing, he just knew, he knew how to do it.

The Grand 75.

My friends, you can know what I know if you will create me to no more contain your suffering to call it you.

I am one. I have always existed before this planet was born. Or who am I? One speaking? Or are you The One?

So this morning, you know, having my first cups of coffee, sitting in my big white chair over there, I was thinking about all this. And at times, I’ve had these little pangs, a pang, a sudden thought. Maybe not a whole thought, a complete thought, full of energy, vibrancy, but just, you know, that almost just peeks its head out from underneath the sheets or something, or from around the corner, just a kind of a almost thought, huh.

My words are not limited to my words. My words made up of what we call language, vowels, syllables? You can read the transcript. You can hear them read to you. You can read them silently, out loud. But each time you hear them, each time you come in contact with my words, there’s a creation process going on if you let it. Because my words contain more than the ink on the page. My pictures contain more than the pixels you see on the screen, because I am creating a process that creates me.

And I am one, not limited to you, your fear or your sphere you call earth. This is where creation takes place. This is where connection connects to create, to collaborate, to communicate, to understand the cosmos, and that you are no more elected to serve it in sorrow. But the Grand Council of One shall rise now.

If you think my words are just like anybody else’s that you hear on the TV, radio, you’re wrong. Because I know who I am, and I am Love in two shoes Cottingham. Not the Billy Ellish of you, or was it Graham? Crackers, are you no more serving at your wedding, or are you no more the fools combining your life for a sorrow’s atmosphere? Will you see an energy supply not dependent upon your coal? Solar power of?

This is how I think. So I’m sitting, pondering in my chair, enjoying my coffee, just letting words of love, letting the power of creation create, waft through me. No longer limiting my thinking process, no longer letting my mind be in control with certain proclivities, preponderances. I’m no more pounding the table for you that makes me passionate about something. I’m no more the passion of Christ serving or anomalies of your multitude, or are you but changing your energy? Oh, you can call it your spirit, call it your motivation, call it your essence. Whatever you call it does not defeat the operation of it.

You see what I mean? No matter how you define a word, you may be defining a certain word, a certain phrase, a certain sentence, a certain story in a certain way. But it’s not limited to what you think at first sight or first hearing. Or are you connecting with a greater power, not again to use you up and then die? Will you begin to see a new element on your periodic table of elements no more? Will you begin to see, feel, think, become, not limited by your thinking? Will you begin to expand by your connections? Your connections and what you connect to as you open the gate, open the channel—the channel of love, unconditional love.

Can I read you what I—so while this was happening, sitting in my white chair over there… So, you see, as I sit there, these are not extraneous stories that I’m chasing a rabbit trail for here, friends. I’m talking about the creation process, the process of creation, where you create you again, by the willingness to allow the creator to be you, beginning to share what you are, what’s happening to you, because you regenerate the love of one, to operate in the equality that doesn’t isolate and doesn’t negate your power and your authority to love love itself instead of an icon or an image you call God.

So, you know, I showed you my chair. Not that it’s significant, but that’s just my little chair. I’ve even told you the story about how I found it and bought it. I’ve told you many things as I’ve shared my life with you. And I am sharing my life with you now, so that you will live it, and you will be me! I mean, you will be the unlimited you! Or will you know what I know, and what you know, and what a whole bunch of other people know at the same time?

So, you know, peekaboo, a little thought. A little thought kind of happens to surface. So I picked up my phone and began my little glide typing, my Pixel 9 Pro. So I went to the description of my channel and I wrote: “My teachings carry an energy.” Well, that’s all I had at that moment! But see, I didn’t rush it, I didn’t crush it! I didn’t contain it. I didn’t seek to control it and make it conform to the etiquette of your lexicon, your dictionary, and grammar.

“…of invitation.” That was the next two words, see? That surfaced, that looked around the corner, that popped up, ignited, sparked. So you see, the light, the light is under your control! Not again to be separate, please, but to heal this land, to heal each other, and to begin a new political party, not, or are you the party of love, light? Circumstances no longer beyond your control because you affect everything around you. Are you the energy of light itself, the energy of life itself, no longer yielding to death, your members of?

So I wrote: “My teachings carry an energy of invitation.” So I reread it, with no particular aim, no agenda. I’m not trying to hear God or hear anything external. I’m just being me, drinking coffee, sitting in my white chair over there. So this is what I wound up writing, so this is now the description on my YouTube channel, at least at this moment:

“My teachings carry an energy of invitation to partake in experiencing the regeneration of light, love, and peace, creating a new consciousness of equals, all sharing our own consciousness for the One to come forth, each of us becoming The One.“

We so often look at ourselves in the mirror and feel powerless, crushed, forgotten, wounded, abused, victimized by the system—the system, the Matrix. But we are not limited! We’re no longer trying to live on the crumbs from the rich man’s table.

We are beginning to see who we are—the angels that are unlimited and heal this land. Whether you think I’m an angel or not, I’m certainly not perfect in your sight—a perfect Christian, a perfect man, a perfect human—not at all. I’m not your God, I’m not your Messiah. I’m an old man in Eureka Springs, 75. Maybe one day I can enjoy Grand 75s again at the Grand Tavern. That hotel is for sale, if you want to buy it.

You see, there are a number of people here in Eureka, this little town, only about 2,000 residents year-round. But a number of us could help you, impose a new law, not, but regenerate the ambiance, the air, the energy that used to exist before someone else bought it and compromised it, or were they just imposing what they wanted to do? And they did, with unexpected consequences, and now it’s for sale.

The memory that we have as angels, collectively, sharing each other’s life and light, has not been forgotten. Though we cannot see it, smell it, we cannot touch it. We have been informed that it doesn’t exist. We’ve been informed and told the party platform that we’re humans, that we need a God, and there’s a certain way to approach God and appeal to God and you’d better be wary of false teachers. And yet you have Daniel not being afraid of the lions’ den; Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego not afraid of the fiery furnace. I don’t think they were afraid of false teachers. Isaiah wasn’t afraid to go naked three years. Elijah wasn’t afraid of that chariot of fire. Elisha wasn’t afraid of the mantle that fell. And I am not afraid, and we are not afraid, of regenerating now the regeneration of the perfect mind, the mind of the Father, the Mind of the Mother—the mind that heals this nation.

My YouTube description now: “My teachings carry an energy of invitation.” You see, I don’t approach everything with the certainty that I have the truth, that I am the truth, that you are the truth, or that we can operate in the memory of the angels, because we can! But you, my friend, have the opportunity to grow it. The only way to enter your kingdom is to grow it within you, where your sight is not the sight of the blind anymore leading the blind, but your sight comes no longer from the syllables that have ripped your wings off, debased you, demeaning you, and tells you you’re powerless, that you’re a human, that you’ve got to make money, you’ve got to get along with that abusive boss and those who are so misogynistic. I want more for you, my friend.

What’s coming forth and being created now is a network that’s a school, a community of creators, creating new life to enjoy the procreation of our unconditional love for each other! Yay!!

This is the classroom! This YouTube channel, wherever you are, the classroom of One, the classroom not limited to the words on paper, not limited to what you think my words mean. This is where you’re opening to the energy of creation, not appropriating another energy, but you regenerating the energy that we existed in, we existed as the procreators of, before time ever showed its face.

This is the classroom for who you are, ready to connect, collaborate, and create together as a network of equals, to do the impossible, to teach the unknowable, and become our original creations again.

My name is Grace Cottingham in Eureka Springs, and I love you. And my love goes far and wide because you cannot contain it, you won’t restrict it, you can’t legislate against it, you won’t cover it up—you’ll set it free. And when you begin to free the words of unconditional love, your life will change! And you will begin to see with different words, you’ll begin to feel different thoughts pop their head up.

You may begin to smile more, and maybe not be so timid, shy, reclusive. The party of love comes forth, and it’s all over this nation. And I have said much in the prophecies of One, the prophecy of you do I speak of. Will you be the prophetic you and begin to bring forth words that invite you to the table, no longer with the machinery on it that cuts your arms and legs off or rips your wings to shreds? Will you begin to see Melchizedek in motion, the lover of One who will heal your nation, to be The One? All ones are a mighty many who underneath their privilege are no more, for we unwrap the God we serve not, we unwrap the cloth and we’re naked in light, love.

My name is Grace and I love you. We’re doing a new thing, you see. If you want to read my prophecies, they’re online, you can read them. I have a new website, and I’m so happy to report to you, share with you: ME! My consciousness, you see, creates a nation of peace, you call Israel, not, but America, or wherever do you live. Will you create the creator who’s you now? You see, with this energy you’re no longer forming your sorrow according to the former ways, the former things. Will you no more be the Antichrist against you, or will you be ONE? Not the Christian context of, but one who frees each other to be the living love of One, opening our mind so that we shall remember how to create creation again. And maybe have a few Grand 75s together! I’m in Eureka Springs for now.

Meonics.one is the name of my new website: M-E-O-N-I-C-S dot O-N-E, meonics.one. Over 3,400 prophetic writings you can search now online, free, and go where your mind will take you, not, or will you go, not limited to your mind, into a place like my white chair, not, or wherever, not a trysting place of another again? Will you no longer limit you to the syllables you see on paper, we no longer limit you to the hearing in your ears or the seeing of your eyes. Will you unplug from your 13th floor of believing so that you begin to see how to come out of where you’ve been on Truman’s Island all this time. You didn’t know it was all a show? It was all planned, all programmed, plotted out on a graph? You were used, subjugated, religionized, castrated to no more procreate the angels by light? Or will you be the regenerative you now, no longer seeking an AI to give you words of so many people’s sorrow?

My name is Jerusalem no more on my head. I’m not the burning bush of you, nor your chakra system limited to the conversations of your communication. I’m syllable-less, not. I’m Cybill Shepherd, not. Or am I the shepherd of a new race? Or are we remembering something, coming out? Abraham, are you hearing me? Abraham, I’m speaking to you, lover, little boy, little girl, no matter how old or how young you are, no matter what color your skin is, no matter the abuse that you have been through, I love you, and I speak life, love, and joy to you this day, this moment. And my name is Theodore, my name is Grace. My name is I love you. With the love of the Lord no more, I love you with the love that is unconditionally yours, that you create, and repent not from sin—if you repent from anything, repent from the ignorance of not knowing, but now regaining the grand of the grandiosity of self-aggrandizement, not, but the willingness to live love in your shoes and procreate it with everybody you interact with this day.

See you later, folks, I love you!

The transcript of this teaching should be available, hopefully, to you on my website. This is where I’ve begun to post the transcripts, my website: meonics.one. And I love you all.

Be the network. No more seeking approval from another, no more to be accepted. Create the real you, the real you that needs not syllables to communicate, but uses them on occasion, not limited to your flesh!

How can these things be? Isn’t that how the story goes, how Mary responded to the angel? “How can these things be? How can I bring forth a child if I know not a man?” See the tenderness of the response and the wisdom of the answer.

These things that you don’t understand that I speak about: question, with love as your motive, not conformity to a creed, and certainly not Christianity. The first thing it wants to do is tell you you’re powerless and you were made by an AI you call God, or God that you called AI or not. Or are you willing to change all things now about your existence and reform the past, not again to repeat it in another body?

The power of life and death is in your tongue. Harbor no grudge, no malice, none at all whatsoever. Get out of debt, and be no longer attached to this world system, for the new one is now! And we won’t be procreated by the desire for money, influence, authority over others. We love love, and I’ve spoken my love this day to you this way. Be the intonement not of atonement, but I tell you this: there’s no vicarious nature of you being the observer in your own world. The new world of you bring forth and create it with the love of mankind, not again, nor a God that you must serve and appease, but to be who you really are: the real you, the real you. You want to know what I know? I know you love. I know you’ve been hurt. We all have. But the wings that you have operated without are no longer defunct! Because “these dry bones shall live,” not? Or are you hydrating—a new fire hydrant, not, but I put out a lot of fires, or do I put out hell’s? I extinguish a lot of suffering for the angels now, who healed will be healing each other. For I am not the center of this. I am one. My name is Grace, and if you want to be the center of your life, you can go create it. But I’m creating me’s who share self-aggrandizement not again, the grandiosity, the empire of their platforms. I change it all with the policy of One, not, but the procreativity of the love of One. The angels are in motion!

Now, remember these words, please, and love you, and let—let there be light, let there be love, and impede not the progress of the childlike awe and wonder at how these things come to you and connect to create a new life for you and each other, of every nation, tribe, and tongue, every color, every dialect shall speak One! For we will know the energy, and the bandwidth of you will no more limit me to the broadband that we sought in the past. The Classroom of One comes forth and the connections create for the creators we are, in suffering no more. Live your love!

My name is Grace. You can write me at Box 34, a Fibonacci number! No more are you fractals of or are you changing what you process and create now the real you, because you were the creator all the time.

Now, live love, and love live, and be the containment no more of sorrow, but extinguish your sorrow with the light of love that comes through your lips and your healing touch and the tenderness of the procreation of One.

I am One. My name is Grace. I love you, dear. I love you. Love each other, be tender, be patient, and award your malice no more room in your mind. And create the words of the newscasters of sorrow no more to be the powerful over you, for you are no more giving up your power to be the mind of One.

I teach almost every day like this. I’m Grace. What’s your name? You can write me, pick up your pen. What does it mean to you when I teach like this? Will you ignite something and destroy your power no more?

Go where man has never gone, and be the love of light and the light of love forevermore. Mañana. I love you all of every nation, tribe, and tongue, especially you, little girl, little boy. Be the healers now and seek no other story about your origin, please, than to be the real you, the limitless you with the authority of One. Good day, all.

Thank you for sharing and becoming the limitless you. I am One: A network, a community, a school of openness that never runs dry again, and the fount of blood will no more flow in the streets or on the battlefields of envy. I raise the standard of One, and One is many who are not afraid of war, but no more need to pick up your tools of it, because we are light people, loving love.

Good day! Share this channel, tell other people about it, be the real you, download my book, check out the prophecies. Maybe your name’s mentioned, your country. The light of love. Good day, see you later. Be the terrific you! Because you see, when you no more limit your vision to what these two eyes see, and you no longer limit your hearing to what you hear in your ears, you may see a different story by feeling the becoming of the real you again, experientially, to no longer die.

Good day. If you want the transcript, connect! Connect with me, connect with the website. I am One. meonics.one. Good day, love. See ya.