Grace Cottingham
October 10, 2026
Website: meonics.one
Hi wonderful people, creators of the new heaven, the new earth becoming one; Without a demon, a demonology of. Angels are you, The First Degree of now knowing, becoming the one we all are, with a consciousness to behold the creator—that’s you in your shoes, where you are no more making Jekyll Hyde about it.
For you see a new song, a new story, a new energy of love itself to see that you are no longer man made by, woman either, or are you no longer anthropomorphizing energy itself to be your race of?
But it all looked so real. Our world, the world you created, the world that seems to be the empirical visible world, stuffed with suffering and all kind of stuff you don’t need that you purchase on credit to be like the moral majority, not? Or are you changing your morality? Or are you amoral no more, the insecurity of, or changing everything you expect to believe?
Will you no more be the expecter of your belief system, birthing it into place, to seem like it is so real that we believe it? And we concoct these stories that God made it, that God made us, that we’re so lovingly, wonderfully made.
But energy has no arms and legs, does it? Or will you connect with a communication system that teaches you these things directly from within inside of you? Will you be breaking bread with Melchizedek like this every day? Any time you want to, at 2:00 a.m. On any channel? Or will you master yours now, or no longer be the subservient of everyone else’s? Will you learn to no more let your mind control you, or give you its reality, confined to the circumstances which loom to represent your reality where you hear the lion’s roar, and you feel the heat of the fiery furnace, and you walk among the belligerent giants of their faith, their power, their hubris, their arrogance, their bellicose rhetoric? Or are you changing what you articulate, and what you vent about no longer under the vent a’hood, or will you change what you think reality really is?
Bending the spoon no more or are you changing what you have worshipped your reality as where you have given your life to conquer it, to invade space, to be on a Calrissian’s cloud or computing power of you have in your little microchip called a brain, an ENIAC recording device, or will you change what you connect to in the cosmos to no longer be the comic crowd of a con of life, your cartoons with, your varicose veins with, not again? Or are you no longer standing in stores trying to sell a customer a widget, a gizmo, living your life so that you will be paid for it so you can pay your light bill? Or are you the light of the world?
If you want to remain obsessed with your intelligence and receive what you’ve always gotten, it will be inane, not; insane, not the insanity of, or are you changing what you are willing to know, to see, to feel, become, no longer the words of another incarcerating you in theirs?
Will you see you have been a container for religion? You have been a master discipler of the Doppler effect not, or will you change what you hear in your ears this day, The New Beginning of? The New Beginning, what’s that? Where a new life we live, we come together, we communicate, we connect, we’re no longer fearful of each other, the guns, the tanks, the bombs.
I’m tired of teaching—not—but I have asked and invited you many times to be at my home—not—but to be me who I am, where you see you as not the limited anymore, in finite form. So I change your eyes—not—I let you see, but you’re willing to see what you want to see, or have you encrusted my power and called it you, and limited you, limiting each other to a finite world?
Jesus learned that this world is not real, not like it was taught, not like he grew up in. He realized something else. He realized he could change it! He could destroy the works of the finiteness and the message of your inability to see who you are. Will you no longer look at the veil and think it’s real? Or are your eyes piercing something now, the darkness with other no more?
I have a new website. My announcement is coming forth. Or are you announcing something now, sin no more abated? Or are you the Cross no more worshipping? Are you the Christ, not the Christian of, or are you changing your story of what energy is and what you have promoted life as? Will you no longer be led to be finite?
Will you come out of your little-hood, grasshopper-hood, envious dreams of each other, wanting to be more popular, a celebrity? Or will you celebrate the common people now who heal each other, and who want children not again of this world? Or are you changing yours, bringing the new one now because you’re the creator? Your dad is, your mom was, are they still living—not—or will you see you’re the offspring of the richest man in town—not—but the creator of the cosmos, and you’re created not differently at all? Or will you see what you’ve been left to frame your reference not again, a calibration point of?
Life as we know it has been torment for most people. The grapes of wrath, the Great Depression, the great wars, the great presidents—not—or are we replacing one, or changing what death takes to its door? Or are you but changing everything of this world where you no longer be the timid, shy, afraid of your shadow? Or are you one living in the noonday sun no more? Or are you but spreading your wings to heal the earth with the consciousness of I am one, and to realize all the things that Jesus became, you become, or beholding the man, not again?
Do you want to be claimed by the richest one in the cosmos, or has one given you the power to create it all again? You see, I ask a lot of questions, don’t I? I have a lot of answers—not—I give you mine, my answers, my questions. Are my questions in the answers or vice versa, or are you no longer knowing the verses of scripture or database one or will you see my prophecies in search of no other? Will you king the king that’s you in your mirror and walk the plank of no other? Or death, will it have no power over you anymore when you know who you are, and you realize what looks so real is not as it seems? Because we’re not the observer of something real turning it into 2D again. Or are you changing your willingness to learn from within you?
I can’t teach you every day like this. I don’t want to. I want you to teach each other now, in love, loving love, not the finite carcass of you trying to get all that you want satiated, filling your bank accounts or admiring, administering dreams of another world. Or are you creating one? You’re the creator, you see. The creator didn’t leave you his fortune, the creator said: “Be me. I am giving you all that I am, all that I have, and I withhold nothing. I don’t withhold my throne from you. I ask you every day to come sit in my chair, hear my voice, and issue my commands not, but instruct the lovers to love each other equally, and not need the codes of Hammurabi again.” Or are you but changing who administers what laws, the supremes of? I’m not your courts of justice limited to. I am me, seeing this is not the reality that limits us anymore. Why be ye therefore so limited as to limit each other?
Will you see you can laugh now? You can love. You can have a drink, smoke a cigar. It’s not about sin, and it’s not about Satan anymore, because it’s not about God anymore! It’s about you who will be me in flesh no more tormented by, because I raise the believers—not—I increase the form of lovers to inform the love of love equally to be the equal me. I have called you to create and be a witness not again unto other power.
It’s hard to create—not—it’s your natural state. But if you’re not willing to create and all you want to do is think this is reality and that you’re confined by it, and that you limit yourself to all the illiterate people of the cosmos who don’t even know how to speak an articulate word because they limit their eyes to faith and what they’ve been programmed by to learn, and live an exceedingly joyful life not, but the sorrows of hell. Will you no longer be listening to that garbage poured over you in the words of another?
Seek ye not another to be found. Inside you is all things. Coming to a head, not, or are you the head of religion no more carrying around on your body that thinks this is a real reality, that you’re supposed to die and then the judgment? Or will you heal those about you, all around you? Will you heal the cosmos, and no longer be the university, the solar system as, or changing your universe or the name of your channel?
I am one. I complete me. Now, I go. I have given you my message. I have lived before you the life of a man, and sometimes a woman dressed as, to fulfill my wants not, but for you to see the feminine divine. And the divine feminine will no more be relegated to be equal to a masculine Godfor the supremacy of me goes forth, not your energy supply needed.
But it all looked so real. I know.
The title of my teaching a few days ago: “The world has been pulled over your eyes.” So what does that say to you? What do you imagine this communicates to you? What if you ARE energy? And you have ALL power to create you again or anything you want? The sovereign you being you, but you were given a choice, and you chose the dreams of man not, but a body to live in, a coagulation of sorrow, and you were given a mask, and now you put makeup on it, hang jewelry around it, add a little bit of hair? You designed you what you would live as? You wrote the script? You collectively were something that you never imagined, or did you limit the imagination of your creation to create, or are you creating again the linkages that put your throne into place not, but create the love so that no one is left ignorant anymore of what this place is and who we are, and what our energy consists of, and how we are not limited to this world, this realm, this universe, of your language?
My name is Love in Action. And I am no more the University of the New Covenant. But you will see that name all throughout my prophecies because I was it, I was that, that I was. I invited you to be it, I invited you to help me create it, but you didn’t come. But now I shall go on and I shall do what I want and I create a school in the skies of me so that you will understand how to do all the things that Jesus did and more. Or are you willing to be a different energy form, and no more in sorrow give you grace that only stubbed your toe to stand in a pool of blood of your own making, sacrificing each other on the altars of ignorance, filling out membership cards, studying Bible fellowship forms, sitting in pews, proselytizing, recruiting, issuing demands and creeds, honoring that which destructs you?
Will you no more be the destruction of God? God will you see you as the offspring of not or are you no longer claiming the Godship or Christship or will you simply be the one who creates you again because you love now? Will you change what you cause to happen because you love? You’re no longer the caustic toxic of religion and that which says all of this is real and gives you a nomenclature to feature your frailty, your dependence on God, a weaver of natural resources not, or weasel will you no more try to get out of your uniform? Or what are you wearing now, the light that causes affliction not again?
I’ve said many things this broadcast with this mouth, and I make you afraid not. I shut the lion’s mouth—not—but you do to see they’re not real. And the comments that have been spoken so vociferously, so belligerently, so adamantly with such permeating brutality as to crush you, will no longer create our emotions in this world to make us feel it’s real, because we will no longer be here limited to this place. My prophecies are true and my equal me’s join me in my chair, or will you see the throne of one and throw yours no more away to the winds of war, your belligerent, bellicose, rhetoric with that comes from your pulpits, your legislators, your governors, or will you know mine?
Want to know what I know? I printed this off from my website where I posted the transcript of the last few days, and plan to continue doing, or will you do it? Or are you transcribing the notes of me? Or are you transliterating your world no more to be of sorrow’s incarnation, intonation, or changing how you communicate, what energy you use, where you no longer need words?
The network of me is coming forth and we are no more subject to the power of the angels who don’t know who they are, who reside as the finite on earth calling it heaven not, but hell. Or are you changing what you know about the Jekyll & Hyde story? The true earth, true Israel not, or are you no longer hiding on the earth in plain sight? The sight of me is not limited to my eyes, or the hearing of my ears, for I make angels rejoice not. I tell you who you are, the angelic of the realm, the peace, P-E-A, of one.
Want to know what I know? It’s all available to you, free. But it cost you everything.
Yesterday afternoon I rode over to Berryville (Burville, some call it), about 12 miles from Eureka Springs. It has a big store, a big superstore. I rode over there. I walked in the store, this vast arena, this gigantic warehouse where all these things were for sale, big name retailer. None of this was premeditated that I’m about to speak to you so dynamically, energetically, or with simply another energy do I motivate me to share things that can be articulately understood, not limited to my words, not limited by my words. What am I saying, showing, telling a story, or something that you connect you as to another realm? Are you freeing yours that’s inside of you to teach you directly like this, greater than this?
I walked in the store and as I was walking down, walking through the aisle, all of a sudden those first few steps, it’s like I was looking around, the number of items purchasable in the thousands, maybe the millions in that huge store. And in me came these thoughts, this thought: All of these things are for the world that is passing away. Bedpans, gauze, Band-Aids, beds, dresses, trousers, hammers… You see, when you love love, you are not subject to all of the things that seem to make up this world. You’re no longer dependent upon an energy supply of fuel oil, natural gas, liquid petroleum products, what’s dug out of the earth, because you begin to know who you are, the creator of the you, and you begin to change the story that’s been told you since time began, since the edicts were issued that you repeat the Nicene Creed, or fallacy make of your failure to create Christ, or did you successfully create the Antichrist so that you could then worship it and call it Christ? Are you changing your energy, or your enemy, or are you ignorant no more of who you are? The creator of? You have the power of all the richest people on earth combined. Or are you more than what needs it? Will you no more have a need?
I’m teaching angels to be angels again, asking you to be one. I’m asking you to restore the kingdom of your natural state, to be the existence of an energy form that no longer uses you and then terminates what carried it.
Did you catch that phrase? It was so powerful a day or two ago: the mauling bear. Are you no more the mauling bear that wants to use you for its meal?
Will you begin to ask the right questions and no more fool with your finiteness thinking it’s the real reality of, and that you’ll transcend it after you die? Was that your purpose, just to make people miserable and then die, accomplish a lot of scientific research projects, build rockets, weapons of destruction, destroying your neighbor, killing their children, tearing up their houses? Why do you enjoy destruction so much? Why do you justify such destruction, such animosity? Don’t you know who you are?
Are you willing to love love? Are you willing to fall in love with love itself, rather than a story about God, or a romance with somebody else that wants to make you wear a ring, take your name, your livelihood, your dream, or are you changing the form of you to no longer be in life the privilege of the sorrowers? Will you no more be the Honeymooners? Lucy and Desi of? Or will you change it all?
I go now. I have asked you to be me many times for many years, eons. But you have wanted to be you, comb your hair, dress your body, and be finite in competition with everybody else with your collective bargaining, your capitalism, your governance. I understand. Life can be very convincing when you seem so frail. But I am me, and I am not powerless. I am ONE, and many ones will enjoy their privilege now to all think like me—not—to look like me—not—but to be the real whosoever will create the creator again, to heal each other and do all the works that Christ did—not the Christian one, but the common one! The common man, the common woman will rise up now, not the religious of, and create the creator and need not a spiritual story of your earth again to create me as the one I really am. I gave you all I am, and I search for who will be me, know my words, love my words, and be my words, not the limited form of your flesh clinging to anymore. I am ONE. Good day.
I go play pickleball now. Thankful for Eureka, I am. I’ve often said it’s an eclectic bunch who live here, and many tourists come here, and the tourists who come are quite an eclectic bunch as well.
I am ONE, no matter what you think of me, and I cross every line of demarcation, and I’m not your boundaries limited by. I am ONE in love with love itself, no longer the energy form of you seeking to have arms and legs satisfy me or be at the throne of a God. I’ll be me, thank you. And I love the common people of every nation, tribe, and tongue. And you will no longer hurt the Uyghurs. Or will we all be ONE, no longer claiming our indigenous properties of our regular world, or are we abnormal no more, the anomalies of, or will you be the regular you, healing children now, doing all that I did, he did, she did? Will you begin a new race, not limited by me?
I’m asking you to do things you’ve never done, and entertain angels unaware not again. Or are they sitting at your table right now, across from you in your room? Are they in the hospital beds because they don’t know who they are, they wanted a life form that they could suffer with, or just be the fashion of their want? They wanted to want. You want. I understand, what you live your life for, or will you no more be the life of the unreal, thinking this is all there is?
My name is Grace Cottingham and my school is ONE, and my name is ONE, Grace Cottingham, forever not. Or am I changing what forever IS, what your energy consists of, or how you are seeing it or protecting it no longer to be in sorrow’s sphere of its molecules? I free the clouds of the witnesses not, but those who will be me will enjoy their properties now, and you will no longer need the landlords of you. I change it all, and who am I? Grace Cottingham in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. And my school is ONE, and I no more live in Oklahoma. I did for a while, over 40 years. I invited you year after year, year after year to come see me at 302 South Sheridan Road in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I had seminars, I had conferences, I had a school. Nobody came. Well, two people came, but they didn’t stay long, because they couldn’t see the forest for the trees, or did they become envious of each other?
The cruelest entity on the earth is your mind. It’s the Jekyll and Hyde, your soul/spirit, Congress, Parliament, Knesset.
I wrote this book titled “Jesus the Pattern” for you to see in you the energy of, to do all the things attributed to Jesus. For the pattern is a Christ not, or are but you it? Or are we not needing the Christian examples of faith, or its prosperity message any longer? We are no longer fools for the prosperity of souls.
It’s very nice of you to be here with me. Thank you for sharing these moments and becoming who you really are, not limited to the fashion and form of your flesh.
What I’m asking you to do makes no sense, that’s not rational, normal, religious, spiritual. I am asking common people everywhere, in every country, in every nation, every tribe, every tongue, every dialect, every color, to be Christ, not the Christian containment of, but the creator of you. The creator who is not formed by Christianity.
Will you be the creator no longer formed by a religion? Will you no longer be the boundaried you, separating yourself from each other? Will you open to the Network of ONE, the angelic form of childhood not, or are you no longer the feeble and frail, but coming as a little child to open your kingdom, to crawl up in your big chair, and look out the portals of your spaceship not, or are you no longer the imagination with the imagery of sorrow that keeps you locked in a world of your mind?
“But it all looked so real.” My book, my microphone, my phone, my coffee… Or is all of this just a form of energy, neural impulses, sparks, quanta? I’m no longer your 13th floor on. I’ve graduated now, not in confusion of your world. But I have unplugged mine, and I say sayonara not, I say the new privilege of you to create you again is here, if you will no longer limit yourself to what you see and hear in this false world.
You CAN do all the miracles that Jesus did and more, and we go do them now in a collective manner, singular and plural, no longer limited by the boundaries of your time, space, or gravity.
My name is ONE. I love you all. Grace Cottingham. meonics.one. Search my prophecies, learn me. I teach you how to become me, the real you, in the form of you that looks like you, that you empower now, the waves of not other. Be the original you, the angelic of ONE, and the host of angels will all be ONE, no longer the work of sorrow at the bench of someone else praying to or working for a dollar.
My name is now… communicate with me if you choose to. Your power is unknown to you, not again. I have explicitly reconciled the cross not, but the Christian invasion of heretics is here not, but the heresies of you will no more preach the salvation message for me to waste my time here. I count the cost not, I’ve already paid it, and I’ve come out, and you can do the same to pave the way for many a Christian not, but the creators who will no longer be in the collusion of sorrow. Create the creators, me on, meonics about, create the school, the schools come forth who will knowledge make the angels renown about not, or are you changing everything you offer you this day: the portal of, the importance of, the judgment of, the judgment seat of Christ? Will you be the judge of you now, the only one that matters, and judge you unworthy no more, but fulfill the calling of the creator to create me, the one we all are, no longer the offspring of what we thought we were separate from, that all powerful is.
I love you all. An Hour with Grace. Enjoy your day. Create the creator who’s smiling at you now, in love with love. Thanks friends. meonics.one. Connect, collaborate, create, and no longer destroy your genes that make you, you in separation of me. Be the one-minded healed. I love you all. Good day, see you later.
If you want the transcript, it is becoming my custom what I’m trying to do for now, is to post the transcription on the website as a post that you can read, print, search, and be the living system of sorrow no more, but the creator who creates creators, all to be ONE. Good day, see you.