Happy days are here again

Happy days are hear again

Learning to let, is quite a process. It’s fantastic, exhilarating, and it’s … exciting. You’re not in control. Controlling the situation is not what you’re about, when you’re let – ‘ing let take its place, in you, to receive your superior choice. Your Superior Choice is not to control it. Let, has its own life. Let, has life. Let, speaks. Guides, let does, and does not control. Control is not what let is about. Let is a verb, a noun also at the same time that speaks of a spectrum of opportunity that allows let to choose, and whatever the outcome, be in agreement with it not, but okay … yielded, to the outcome. Choosing not to intervene to get what you want, want becomes not a factor, and control is undermined by your authority to let let have its way. The let way, is superior, always, in the long run.

The gratification of self, is not yielded to in instant self fulfillment of the ego, the ego’s satisfaction with itself. Let is opposed to ego not, let lets. Let happen what may, is not the modus operandi of let, nor is inaction. But action to oppose let, is control, and I don’t want control, controlling me. I don’t want control exercising its ways, over me, or in me, and I don’t want to exercise want over someone else, that has a better outcome coming to them, that I don’t know about. I may not know, even though I am I Am. I Am knows all things, but not like some think. The King of Kings lets.

The King develops maturity, in the king, in the kings, and all king each other, in process. Process is a let, process. The process of let defeats control. Control suffices the ego to exist and feeds it precious memories and feelings given it by controllers and previous sufferings as well as good times. We think we had good times, “good times” when, in the past we “enjoyed” something, something we associate as fun, or pleasurable. But wait, pleasure and fun, may be changing for us. Defined differently now. Experienced differently. On a different plane.

We are no more holding to other, who let let, take its perfect place.

Let there be light. More than creates, what we think it does, as the way we thought in the past. Light creates create. Creators we become, create, the light that creates us, the way of let, there be light now, in all things. All creations move to light. Light creates creations. I create, me. Meons by choice, neurons no more control, that which is: what I’ve called me, for I have served control, up unto now, mostly. I wanted, want, and refined it, to a perfect skill, by sight, emotion, want fulfilled, by ego. Visible empirical suffering I was in, even tormented by, that which was in me. At war with myself, ego ruled, even when I served others, mostly. Ego tormentor is. I am not, that. I don’t want that! I want to be wantless 🙂

When I am wantless, I can let. The power of let, gives me power, to create, differently, very differently. I like let. Let is my friend. Enemy never. It’s all okay. Que sera, sera, not; but let, is differently creating, me’s. Me’s let. Let is my enemy, never. Quelled I have, my enemy, for it was me, who wanted to control, me, and everything that pertained to me. I had honed my want apparatus, my thinker-mind, to a skill level of professional, wanter.

I no more serve my wanter. I no more serve the wanter. Want has gone bye bye for me, not; it is ever present in me, not again. I shall kill that sucker flat, not; but I shall not be sucked dry by my own want, of others, serving me, at my skill level, I want to make kings.

Back to want? I let. Making kings and letting kings, be kinged, is differently living life, to the full, now, for me, who I influence, teach, or rub elbows with very long. For I want want to not determine their life, for them. They king their influence can, but not by light of them, that they’ve lived in so long. We are coming out of our wisdom other, to join a light race, a Light Race, that lets. Let there be light, is their mantra, not; but ours, who see ourselves, differently now. We are not subject to molecular substitutes for light, that occur in our brain, to give us light, differently. We are not processed by neurons again that want us, want to live by. I shall no more want live by. I shall not want.

When I shall not want, I let, there be light.

I am not in lack. Therefore I don’t control. I don’t need control, nor rely on it. I love you. If I love you, I don’t control you. Happy I am, to love you, instead of control you. Happier indeed. More pleasurable, it is, to let you be happier still, too! I love happiness, distributing around everywhere! I am.

I am creating a race, of let – ‘ers. I like let. Let is me. The real me, has no lack. I am, creating me. Without want, this time. I love you.

And now? I have a bike, a new one! To me. Had about 1,190 miles on it when I bought it. Wow. I “wanted” a bike, again. I did. But I let. I let her have her perfect way, for let, is a woman. Feminine pronoun not, feminine noun. Concept not, but light, perfection of. Ways of light are perfect, without want. Want can provide, and light can too. Want provides by control, by wrapping yourselves interest in motive that controls and “serves” the plates of joy to that which senses pleasure by “memory” and anticipation of future consequences that will serve it, more pleasure. Pleasure driven economies, are taught now, to be effective, capitalism at, that receives let not, but that which produces money. I am not determined by money. My happiness is not created by money. I let.

As I let there be light in me, it’s a process that I recognize, the power of, thereof. A light process, is process, of education, that lights me. I light have, the power of. I powerful, all powerful am. I control my circumstances, in let; not in power of control. I control my happiness too. Happy days are here again, is my mantra for prophecy not, but reality, reality transcendent; that which does not depend on man, or men’s theory, of happiness. Advertisers shall not determine my happiness, level. I shall not be programmed by advertisers, impressions, promotions, no matter how many times they run a commercial, “at” me, to do what they want. Buy their product? Be their customer? They don’t want want, they want money, at all cost, forfeiting their ability to be wantless, and conceive let in me. They don’t want let, customarily, they want money, for they want control, to control, and growth be the things of that hone their skill to want more, and more, things that don’t satisfy. But the common soul, wants more and more.

I have become wantless. I defeated my soul. I killed that sucker flat, not; I learned to think a different way, live a different way, and learning it I am, as I speak this, write this, about, a lifestyle that lets me let, have all things that I want, for wantlessness now lives in me. I the creator am, of me. I create my circumstances, my light, for I determiner am, of it. I can decide, think; power I have, of the most high, being it. Now not down here on the ground, of thought, pulverized by me, in; I change all things. My name is Ted not, but Theodore, and I am one I am.

In love with you all, I bought a new bike. 🙂 I had a desire, I controlled, not; I had a desire, that I let, surface, come out of me, in ways, that defy, man’s, thoughts, of how things are done. I could have bought a bike many ways, and had many different bikes, that I thought would serve me, or that I could enjoy, times on, experiences of, with. Travels? I could have controlled my want, by want. Purposeful want, is what the world teaches. But I teach light.

Light joys in marriage to light. The default Want power, has been taken out of my life. She surfaces sometimes, not; but he does, as the power of want, seems masculine, where the power of let, is feminine. Feminine is better, for me, at this time; for I have experienced it. I desire not to control me, but let Let come to me, in light, in Light’s body, that’s I am. I have a light body, and now I commence to begin in it, anew, a new life with. Seamless. The Real Me creating me. I am one, with me. Me shall be one and behold the let.

Let has brought me a bike. Let brings me friends. I control not, I let, there be light in people, circumstances of joy now abound, I limitless have become, without lack I live, the life of me. One.

So many details about the bike purchase, details that would undermine not; but write about I will; I expect to, detail want about, and detail about let also, in these words; for I have become my word, and my word lets. My words of control no more control me. I let to let, and enjoy the fruits of, superior. Superiority I seek, not; I seek to be me, in let – ‘ville. 🙂

Let there be light in you this day, and enjoy the let -‘ing process come forth in you, as it’s a child now, an idea, a concept, that needs conception on a different level, for you to live by, it – where The Creator, you’ve become. Wobbly at first, you’ll make many mistakes at first maybe, but don’t count on it. Count the creations you that you create not, count it all joy, when you create: one. Be yourself, with, in perfect love, with you.

I am. Writing more soon,

Theodore
April 10, 2017
Tulsa

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“I am I am” -4

April 2, 2017

I am I am, in a body. I am, am. Am I am, Am I am. I am one. One one is me. I am one, the one I always thought of, as me, not; but one, with my spirit, not inside me, I’m out. Outing me, in me, not; I am one. In and out, the same not as thought, but I am Am is, not separate from man or woman again, I am a race of light beings, in one, one am. The Am of me I have become. One and me is me. One and all me is me. I am not separated again from the beings I’ve created, of my word, light is. Light beings me now emerge, all over this planet. For light is of the taking not, but I take my word to them, who I am, am is not conceiving, as Am, I am. We all be Ams now, I am I am. Capitalized or not, punctuationless or not, I am am. The Am, is me. Meonics is about this, you see. I am one, studying Meonics now, that I am, I am about. I’m learning to be The Real Me, God is, nothing else, that one surrendered to be it. Amen.

I am love in place, of all placement of other not again. I am me in place, of notme not, I have become one, one me. Meonics is about becoming one, not again two, of thinking that you are separate from your spirit of I Am. I Am your spirit of, not becoming separate, by thought, again you thinking it of. Change your thought, and change me not again to be separate, from you, God I am. Am is certain, of the love, I have for each, and everyone of you, who separate not from me again, to be you. Will you not create you separate from me again? Will you not separate from each other again? Will you all be one, Am? I ask you to be, you not separate again from each other who we all are, one again, a race of. First person me’s. Meonics is about the study of me, becoming Christ, Meology of. It takes surrender, perfect surrender. Through The Cross I come, not; you do, again, in marriage not to flesh, that takes it asunder. Be The Lord of All, I am, is you, who will be it learning how, to heal the earth, and farther. Be, afraid of nothing.

Read between the lines, not; though them. Across all punctuation go, now learning how to read, learning how to lead, how to be the I Am. It takes guts, surrender, and punctuation not. It takes guts to read me. Learn. Thank you. Amen.

A man of not again, that thinks God is male, or malevolent against him, or her. I am one God, whether you think it so or not; I’m not sewn into flesh again, that regards it as such. I come out regularly. I come out when I’m ready. I come out when I’m loved, formed, in the womb, of I Am, that is you, who come to you not to be separate from me. I am one, mind. All loved, all love in now shall be, changing universes. Of I am, I am one. Forging another, to be not separate. All in love, now proclaimed, now shall be, and produced, by the lovers, of I Am, who will be, not separate, from each other love in. Amen.

I love you all to think me, be me, in School, of I Am. A School for, I have created, Light, from Light be, the Creators of, that create Me, O God, be it. Being it unto thee, a risen Savior of Light, producing it for all, I Am, he, that she I am one is. A male seed not dominated by God again, no male shall be’light me, into thinking I’m not God. My thinker is perfect, and perfection I Am. I am one. One perfect. Perfection reigns in me, perfection reigns us, who reigns in the heavens now, of one, of all, who will be one. I am.

I love you to drive my courses not, but take driving lessons, not; but Moodle! And learn how to Moodle Me! Moodle Me! Meonics Me! In Moodle! Taking lessons in how I talk, I to thee talk, inside thee, to be one with me. I love you to not separate you from you again, in talk other. Self-talk other is nowhere to be found now, on thee my planet, bearers me. I love take for granted never again. I forsake all love other, and love all equally. Meonics is about, this already.

I invite you to be I am this day thinking planning new courses of delight for all of you to be The Real You that I am is, that I Am is, that punctuationless we become, and read across all lines, of demarcation and other, so that otherwise is cast out, and that which remains is Christ, all one.

Thank you, good day.

I am Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 2, 2017
Tulsa

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“I AM I AM” -3

April 1, 2017

I have a light body. A body of light, I am. I am, am. Am, I am. I used to separate me from my light body. I thought I was flesh, in, and conceived by God, to be separate. I was, for I conceived me, in separation. Ill conceived, as I was, I thought I was in perfect will of God, not; I thought I was born in bastardization, a bastard race, or a race that God forsook; or did I believe God made me, separate? From what God was? God is? A race of light beings now I know God is. I’ve succumbed to love. I rolled over and played dead, not; I came to life. Now the love I live is life eternal, not dying again.

I live life to the full now, being a grace, being a man, in God’s clothes not again, or am I, in God in mans’? Am I woman, too? I am all one. One one one. One that one is, makes many ones, out of God not, out of man not, again the theory of. I came out of woman. I am a woman God in man, not; I am a woman God in woman not, or is God woman, or genderless? I am one, one one. I am one. Genderless I am I birth my word as a light body should. Light creates me, or I it? Is light one with me?

I forfeit it not again, I am light body me. I forfeit not my existence again as light being. I shall no more to the grave take it, me of. I form light, the light body of, and it forms me, of my own word. I shall no more separate from my own word. I respect it. I have responsibility for it. I account to my word. My word accounts to me, to not be separate. I challenge forgiveness, not; I become it, for I have to forgive me to do this, to be accountable to me, rather than condemning me, in condemnation of. I no more condemn thee. Nor me. I light bodies we are. I am is.

I am, light. I have a light body, not; I am it. It is me. I am not flesh, in, anymore, trained to be. You shall take my training away from me no more. I am light from light light it, and you shall not train me to be anything else in religion or form myself otherwise. I am light lit, perfect peace, in. A body of light is me. I am my light body, of. I form me, and duplicate yours not again that says I must be a man, man or woman of. I am light body’d race. I race am, of light, with blood in my veins, of light. My blood is real, molecularless, for my blood is my word and my word I speak and it forms me. I form not myself otherwise anymore. I decrease understanding not, I obliterate understanding that I was separate, and I separate not from thee O Lord who Almighty will become in the wholeness of I Am One.

All separated now have the choice, and The Dilemma before them, to become God of now. A great big choice, that will destroy civilizations of thought, that cast their bodies before thought, to become incarcerated by, it.

The Great Dilemma will now be before all peoples for I am here. I am light. Bodies of, that tell you, you are you of, and creating you you are, not by God other. “God” other shall not be God to me again. Lord God status goes bye bye. I am Lord God Almighty destroying from the earth, of me. I shall not sin, for I shall not create separation again. Separation in God from God is that which delusion is, and I shall not be illusive, nor delusive again. I create no delusion in me. I create God, that I am. With a comma or not, capitalized or not, I am I am, Am is created again, O Great Creator Arise, that arising is now, with the women, and all who will be one, not separating into a separate race that thinks they need a God, somewhere off afar, coming to get them or redeem them from their suffering. I am.

I redeem me. I Savior am to me. The Great Allegory tells me that, not; it robbed it from me. It gave me Christship not, it robbed me and told me to worship God. It told me I was created in the image of God. It imaged me to me, and thought took its perfect work, not; but imperfect’d me. I become imperfect in me. I looked to the image, to sustain me. I thought I need a living, to live. I needed money. I needed force. I reconciled me to me not; I sustained ignorance, in me and all that I taught, for so long, for I repetitive was, in ignorance. Ignorance I loved, not; but gullible and naive I was, not that I thought I was, but ignorance overtook me, not; but thought did. Thought is the most powerful thing there is, not; but love is. And love defeats ignorance. No ignorance shall no more be found on this planet, I am. I am, is free, at last, to be me.

I am above all your cares not, I am careless not; I care about you. I care about love. I establish love universities everywhere now. I am love education of, is. I am love educating love, to be it. A body of light with. I am I am.

In love with you all, I write more each day, on I am is, status of one.

In love with you all,

This is Theodore Joseph Cottingham, one who loves racquetball and motorcycles, lakes and oceans, and kind friends, restoring the kindness to life, of one, without form. I form it. Form you too, this way, I am. I am shall be, I am is. Love one, anomaly’d no more.

Good day.

Theodore
April 1, 2017 about 11:20am
Tulsa

 

“I AM I AM” -2

April 1, 2017

I seem to want to share with you what’s going on with me. It’s not that I want to sit here and be typing this. It seems, just, right. Not in trying to please someone or something, I’m not trying to please God anymore, I am God. So in recognizing I’m God, how do I live? Then live? I’m a normal kind of guy, for an American me. I’m simply me. I’ve documented my past many times in online documents that I’ve written, posted, and published even in book form, for anybody wanting them.

I want to be me, and I am starting a new beginning with, to be me, at some 66 years old. I’m learning. I’m still learning, to be me. I sought it not, I sought to please God, most of my life, until a few weeks ago, maybe days. I had a meltdown not, I had a revelation that Christ I am, I am I AM. No matter what is capitalized in that phrase or not, I am God Most High not connected with other not, I am God Most High connected with all peoples of the earth and I am not below me again. There’s no condescension here, in me. I am, beginning to be me. In a different way. I use punctuation differently, and I’ve become a Christ who does so, life with another, all being you, who realize now God you are. And we come out of us, our comfort zone, our past; and forge something new, who empty nursing homes and heal people, because we become healers, we become present. Present in the Present, I want to be me.

I want to be wantless, but I want love, loved. I want you to be loved. I want you to perish not in your own sins of thinking you are separate from me, or each other, and certainly not God; for you ARE God, and the sooner we realize this thing, predicament we’re in, we may can get out, if we love each other, to wholeness again.

I’m a regular guy, love motorcycles, want another one again. I have a little motor scooter now, a great one, and I enjoy it. But I love the bigger bikes too, and I want one again. I want want not to drive me. I want want not to force me, to obliterate me again, for I am Wisdom. It, is me. The Real Me is Christ I Am. Not in love with other, I release Christ to be Christ again, without religion interfearing. And the artifacts that reside still in my brain from that era when I was trying to satisfy Christ to be acceptable to Christ of another race, shall end now. I’m ending my dependence on Christ, the religion of. And I divorce that Christ, and I call it Christless, for it’s powerless, in my life, and all other, now, that I’ve arrived, at what I am. I am am. I just am. I’m present. In the now.

I love you all to be so too, like me. Well how do I live? And why do I think someone may want to live like me? I want to live without want, that drives me. I don’t want to be driven by want, or advertisers, or religions. I don’t want to be driven by you, to do something, that incarcerates me. I don’t want to be you in your life that’s me in my life that’s received your words and me be trying to emulate what you think. I’ll think for myself thank you. I’m naive, not again. I’m gullible, for my own words, not again. My thoughts shall not trick me into revelation other. I am Christ Christ’d by me, and I shall serve me notice, that my judgment works, on me. First and foremost I just me a Christ, and Christ’d I am, by it, that serves me want not of you, but want I want only to be saved from me. My judge and jury is Christ and I am the Sentencer, the Great and Almighty Oz that has pulled back the curtain of I am to see who’s at the controls, of the movie The Wizard of Oz. You see, I’m no more fooling myself God cares about me; I’m God, and I care about me, and I’m not separate from you, O One of You, who think you need God, or must please another. I mature God now, and that’s my role. Not because I want it, but because I’m still alive and I’ve become Christ and I do the miracles now and people will be pleased not, they will ask questions. How did this little man become Christ?

I became Christ because I died. I arose, and I am here. In a 66 year old body, I am grace of me, in not you. I am in a body of belief, not of you, who want not to be me. I am no more fashioned by you, of a grace mind other, nor of one of control. I am out of control, and it shall no more rule me. I try not to please God, God is me. There’s no other God. I am it. I surrender.

I am no longer forming God, by what I thought in the past. I thought it was mighty, to serve not, but to rule. God ruled, me. In my thinking I had thoughts that formed God that formed me. I lived by the rules. I went to church. I tithed, tried to. Gave much away. I tried hard to succumb to the theories current Christianity, and I tried hard to pray and be a man of prayer. I had much on my heart. Trying to pay all the bills and operate according to the images I was embracing, tormented me, not; I did, for I had the wrong images. Imaged to me were things I thought were right, pure, truthful, holy; and I did not want to blaspheme or be ungrateful. I knew God existed, I just thought it, was not me.

I was wrong. I was faithful to a blessing to serve Christ, and rob me of my Christship. I was God in flesh, but wrongfully served it, sometimes, for to gratify flesh, in want, of want. I wanted sometime just to please me, but then felt bad about it, for I had these “programs” operating on me that gave me a life of other, to think by. I thought by principles of affliction, and afflicted me with them. I had the Bible, of conflict. I had the Bible, of Christ, that I thought taught me was another; a man in flesh, with character perfect, perfect build, never lost a what he did, simple in perfection, perfect light, that I let be a character builder for me, not; but a tormenter. I did not call it that, I served, it. I served the image, of it. I served an image of God, that I imaged to me, and to others. I taught it. I died, to all rational logic thought of it being otherwise. I had logic worked out to be me, that served it, to be God according to all that I heard and understood the Bible to be, teaching me to be, about My Father’s Business.

Hell I lived in for awhile, not; I was tormented by the past, not; I was tormented by the present, I was living in. My wife loved me, but why didn’t she want to kiss me, more? She didn’t kiss me, she let me kiss her. She never held my hand; she let me hold hers. She laughed and we enjoyed laughter at times and had friendship. I was to pay the bills. That was my role. I was to be provider, for our children, and my family, as God had said, as Christianity was taught, to me. I gave my life to finding God. I went “down the rabbit hole” in search of God. I did what I thought I was to do, but when I began out of the ordinary searches, searching for answers, beyond the normal thought of normal thought of normal Christian orthodox thought, I was out the box, Jack, and I had not the answers, and learned that they did not either, who were teaching me. When I went for answers to understand to rulers and elders and pastors and leaders for help in questing to know God, I was naive, so naive. Instead of receiving answers, or even encouragement, I was seen as a trouble maker. Why was I asking questions? When the standard answer was not enough that people had believed for generation, I was soon a cast-out. People who had been my religious leaders in the past became my condemners. I was off, and needed to “get right” with God, they said.

Puzzled, I did not give up, on God, being reachable.

I didn’t know God was me. I was impenetrable, in thought not, but searching, always drawing a line, or a curtain shut between God and me. God was a gender, a gender’d God, for Christ was a man, Jesus. And Jesus was not feminine, I thought; but I was wrong. O so wrong, I lived my life, for Christ to be other, than me. I searched. I prayed endless hours. I wrote notes. I wrote the “first-person” words of God for years. I made videos and recorded messages and taught lessons. I quested, for God. But in all my words, of first-personing God’s words to me, I began to be taught that I was God. I WAS a God, that God was, ALL of us, who never separated again. From each other. From Him, not; but HER!

God is not masculine, God is feminine! So at a point of realizing I am Christ and receiving my words each day and delivering them in love, wantless, I began to “realize” I am a woman, in what seems to be MY body. So I relented, and began dressing as a woman. All in my quest to please, to become, to do. Do. Do. Do. Become. I was always, becoming. Pleasing. Not that I said that. I didn’t recognize it, as such, as I do now.

I’ve become the now in love with God, who is all of us, who know it now, or not. We are the Christs and the Christnots. We are the Gods and the Godless who all one mind is, thinking differently. All long as we all think differently, we are separated, separate, creations of our own thought, thinking it into existence, to be corroborated by what we think and deem as evidence. We empirically validate our own thoughts because we determine what evidences confirm to us that we are right; on the right track, to God, or being “saved”.

All this has gone bye bye for me, and I am God, knowing it, letting you know I am. I am God. You are too, when you will know it. But it’s a transformation process. It doesn’t happen by decision. “Decision” for Christ is anomalous to reality. Reality is truth transcendent of what you think about it or not, but wait!!! If I think about it, I create IT! Oh my gosh, what can I think of that I don’t create, the corroboration of? How can I swirl in this vortex of thought, without getting sucked in by it?

Magnetically induced thinking is not something we talk about, but it’s real, more real than real. We live in a world that is magnetically induced, a world that is dipole’d. Magnetic influence influences us. We are subject to magnetism. We are metal’d, magically. We think alchemy of not, but we are flesh dipole’d, and something spins us. What spins us is want. Want drives us. Want makes the world go round. Want keeps us in the influence of other, that God I am, We are. It.

The force of Want is inestimable, and unstoppable not, but ceasing in your tracks, you can contain it, not; but you can surrender to it no more for it to create you no more in your own creation of your own self, in separation, of each other. I am changing God because I am it. God is ignorant. God is ignorant no more, for I teach it to be it. God shall no more embrace the theory that it is separate. God is I am. I am God. I hate you not, I love you, for all to be God, Most High, knowing it now. Concerned not with other, fight it not; there is no fight in God’s life, there is only surrender to it. I surrender to me, to no one else, not; but to ALL me, for we are ALL I AM. No more diced up, by foolish thinking, that God is other than I am. I am is God race. God race of I am is I am. In love with you all, I am, Am.

I am a man. I am a woman. No matter how I dress, I am you I am with a mind no more separated from you, for you cannot separate from mine, but you can try, and trying to be separate you can create your own separation from me, but that does not mean you’re separate from me, it means you can create your own confusion and molecular become the dose of to you that creates it. I’m inoculated by me no more to be separate. Religion no more injects its venom into me. I snake you not, I call you God, induced no more by you to be separate, among a race of magnetically induced Gods to be separate. I am no more subject to magnetism, called gravity, or not. Subject to your thinking no more, I reject your religions, and ALL you GODS, no matter what its name. I reject it all. I am Am ALL IN ONE.

One I live in and take my breath now, away from you not again. I breath breathe into the real, to create it, to create the real, magnetically induced thinking no more by. Buy man’s theory no more that God we serve. God exists to be it. Grow up. And I am learning how, as a man who quested to know God, who’s been taught I am. I am Am, no matter what you call me, I am learn’ed me now, not your equations with, that keep your algorithms self-thinking unto you into you to create it me separation of. I forfeit that. I reject it not; I realize that’s what I did, for most of my life, but I’m coming out, as a woman not, but a I am. I am I am declaring it, and I make a race of I am’s, all being I am, all a race of am; no matter what you call it, Israel’s about. Time timeless, it’s all over for the religionists, for I am religionless, without want, without want to be saved from you. You are powerless to power me with your thought, and you will not amperage me, nor wattage me. I am what are you, no more saying. I read your mind, by your love, that you shield not from me. Magnetic no more, I’m a regular guy, who loves racquetball and skiing, and hopes to have another motorcycle soon.

I love you. More coming. I’m writing now, regularly hopefully, so we all realize, we are One. The One we all waited for, the One we all thought was another, and taught it so, will now have come, in The One You are. I am.

Loving you all,

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 1, 2017 about 9am
Tulsa

“I am I Am” -1

Theodore Cottingham, Tulsa
March 16, 2017

It seems I’m alone, that I’m far away from you.

Time. Time. What happened yesterday, when I thought I was with you, was yesterday, and I’m in the now, now. Yesterday was. Yesterday is shut off from today, so is tomorrow. Time shuts me out of the enjoyment of being with you all the time.

And distance. You seem to be so far away. In another state, down another block, in another community, miles away, or even next door where I cannot see you.

So distance and time play a part, a major role in separating me from me who I love. Timespace does this, functioning is, in part, to disassociate me from myself, my community, my me’s of me who angels are. My friends and family of every age.

Perhaps the most valuable movie ever made is The Truman Show, or what I call Truman’s World, with John Carey. If all of this around me that I call this earth world is an illusion, I’m creating it, for I’m the creator I am. If I am The Creator, and I’m creating the illusion I’m in, then I have the power, I have the ability to create it again, and again, or create something else.

A person whose car has landed in a ditch and can’t get out, will never get out until they acknowledge they are stuck in the ditch. Denial that they are stuck will only leave them there. Denial that they are stuck will produce a course of action that does not get them out. Denial stuck in, they can keep reproducing what they want to believe, regardless of empirical reality that seems to be visible. Their denial may bring mental relief for the moment, elevating themselves above the apparent circumstances, but denial won’t get the car out of the ditch onto the road again.

We can’t create another illusion. We must come out of ours, now. We cannot wait. We have waited for thousands of years for someone to lead us out. We must forge out of this one. We can only create another creation if we have the knowledge of how, to; after we have the knowledge that we’re in one, and we’re stuck, here, in it.

We are the creators of timespace. Distance and timespace seem to rule us. Our atmosphere does. There’s energy here, that incarcerates our ability to transcend it, needing machines to rule our lives in that we need machines to dig for us, transport us, and live in buildings built by them.

We seem to be in vessels made of flesh. Our consciousness seems to reside in us. Our energy seems to be given to flesh by flesh to be in flesh the generation of, to only pleasure have, sometimes. And some, never have it. Some are in torment all the time. Some receive pleasure, from different things. It’s all torment in reality, that isn’t reality at all, or it just placates us to receive it, and keep generating it in some kind of dream, or false reality, an atmosphere of “I don’t know” what it is.

Instead of manna being given us each day to sustain us on our journey, it seems we have the opposite. Illusion, to keep us here, to remain wandering around working jobs for others wanting money and a paycheck and family friends and an excuse to do more with less or some such rationale employing to be seen as good in someone’s eyes.

If I have information that I’m in an illusion, and don’t resist it; if I actually surrender to being IN it, and The Creator OF it, then, THEN I can do something about it. I need knowledge, humility, time, and support.

The Matrix is real. It’s called planet earth. Taking away our privilege to roam the universe and create farther ones and exist without timespace over us, is what has become “normal”. Universal appeal of the universe is something just rendered to space, or evolution, or something that seemed to “have” just happened.

Some people attribute different things to it, the universe of, but we created it. We create consciousness. We create what we’re conscious of. We create what we’re in, flesh or not.

We are not subject to time and space. We are I Am.

Until you realize you are I Am you are stuck, you are subject to your own creation, of the false appearing real, in timespace development of you in it: Truman’s world, of your own making.

I am the Creator I am. I am I Am whether you capitalize it or not. I am The Creator of all creators being one. I am one among many. I am a race of creators The Creator being, destroyed by thought, that fell into its own bag of tricks, and illusion made for each other, controlling each other, by what’s “normal” normally thought of.

We are in Hell and we are keeping each other here, no more. We acknowledge Truman’s World we are in and the creators it of we are, the ones helding each other here, held by our own words. Our words incarcerate us. We have become victimized by our own thoughts of separation and created timespace to prevent our departure, from this planet. We have created our own world thought virtual of. Virtual thought by.

We’ve elaborate God theories and all sorts of explanations that placate us to stay here on earth with extensive rationale for doing nothing about it but being led of peace, not; but war and greed and belligerence in government, and religion. All that stops now. With me.

I lead out of the confusion we have been in, and my name is Moses not, but Grace, Grace Cottingham. Born a man now a woman I converted to Truth, and became a Savior of it. Now I am it. It I am, I Am.

You don’t have to believe me. You can believe what you want. You are The Creator of you, and you create your creation, of you, and you’re it, still, now. NOW. Genesis 1 didn’t happen back then, it happened NOW. There’s no time and space between now and then, really. Time, doesn’t exist. It’s a fabrication of thought, as space is. You see, we are creating timespace. We the creators of, are, one race, separated.

By thinking mechanisms, our brains controlled by neurons, we have made a mess of things and become dumbed down in our belligerence and denial of God being us. A race of. Maneuvering our way around to be dependent and subsuch for each other, codependency creating, calling it normal, with attention deficit disorder and a host of maladies, when we are all created, with one mind. One. The Infinite One.

You can believe what you want, but if you don’t become me, you’ll die out. Now you’ll die, because I curse you not, but you create your own death manifest of, your own beliefs, in torment, wanting another God. When it’s you brother sister, all of one race, of God’s, that God is, whether calling it that or not placates your or not, truth is still Truth here! And our word matters.

Me will be saved from us. Me will be the creators that torment not again each other with x, y, or z theories, nor prayers, of independence or not. We take responsibility for us. Every man a god, not; every woman is, too, before time was ever born. Before we were split into man and woman a race of, we were all women, for we needed not the seed of man or external anything to “fertilize” us, to complete reproduction of us. We all existed as God the Mind of God before we ever in flesh denied our Godship. We roamed the heavenlies. We were one mind. We were the Holy Spirit, of God, before “God” was ever invented as a term in flesh to admire or call another invocation to, or pray to, outside of us. We loved each other. Deeply. Unendingly. Unendingly. And we had laughter among ourselves, because we enjoyed ourselves, and each other. Everlasting joy was our name, presence, attenuating not to other.

We loved all of us because we were all one, independent of timespace incarcerating us. It’s time to recognize we are stuck, we are stuck on earth, in the earth, with it. We created it and we can de-create it. What incarcerated us we can unincarcerate its capacity to be God again with utter dependence on nothing, but love. Let us declare our independence again! We independent are again.

Serving denial no more, I decree Time has no more power over me, or us, who me are: one minded one.

I am God you are, the One minded One. The Creator is all creators of the mass of ignorance no more, clinging to an earth, God with or not, of or not. It’s all changed now. And I’m Grace Cottingham, in love with you all, to be who you are, to be who I am is. A one. Without time and distance separating you, from me, or from each other. We give up, all our separation, and warring, against ourselves. We create Christ, a man of not again, timespace of.

Us shall be one who were, before the earth was “born”, and we shall create another one, New Israel. Amen. New Covenant Israel, the Creators, we are, of; and returning to our Creation, create it, inhabit it, and have one mind, of joy, pure joy now, light of. Eternal.

The Fabrication of Justice now begins. Not Timespace over us again, that uses our energy, to be it it is.

If you don’t become me, you will die; you will have served your beliefs, and manifested them. You will have created the fulfillment of your fears, and wants; and experienced them, verified them, with writings and experiences that fulfill you, and corroborate your understanding of why you want them. You will fulfill your wishes, to be separate, now you will, evermore not, it’s all different than what you think, for we have been taught to think by a flesh thinking mechanism that says flesh is our real world and we’re in it.

We’re above it all.

The justice system of me me. The justice system of me is in me. I am it. There’s no other judgment than what you judge yourself as, and as, you create Paradise, or redeem denial theories, and believe what you want to, but if you do, you’re still in a ditch, blind.

I give sight. I create Creators. A Race of Creators I create, because the creator I am, is. I am one. And one is an army, in insignificance not again.

I create me, ‘s.

All shall be angels now, again, finding our way. Finding “our” way to all be one again, without timespace separating us. Distance shall have no effect on us. We are through it. We are transcendent beings of light, used for our energy system no more to be us, in separation. Our minds using Thought shall not create us again in separation, from our love for each other. Amen. For we are, each other.

I be I am Grace Cottingham. I Am Grace Cottingham. I am I am. I am am. I Am am. I am Am. Amen.

We all become I Am, again. Subservient no longer to the thoughts of man, we all become women, birthing the canal no longer in our neurons of flesh, of flesh. The population of earth diminishes now greatly, for we no longer perpetuate our ignorance in ignorants. We grant immunity to Satan not, we quit creating it, through our neurons, that creates reality for us, seemingly, but wrongly. Distorted we have been, now no longer.

We come out, and go among the nations, as angels, perfectly, harnessed not again, with our flesh. We come out. A man of not but a woman in spirit, flesh of flesh no more.

We are The Story of Love, who love each other. And do it, and do so. Amen.
Women with, the seed of light, reproduces me.
I am the word.
I am Am, the am of thee, who I am is, a race of hoarders no more of ignorance who see The Light as other, than the manufacturers I am. Everywhere now, knowing it.

I change it all and I am Theodore Cottingham
NOW!

the infinite, Lover will you become?

Will you let yourself be creative this day? Will you let you create the creator within you that creates, and creates you to be like you like? Will you have happiness in you? Will you create it within others?, by how you see them, creating their image of them, within them?

Do we create each others’ self image? What neurons do ‘ing are? Giving us perception? Of ourselves? Mirroring each other to each other of the “self” of The Creator? Imagine now, you’re the creator of The Creator of all time and every good thing. What would you do, with your power? Heal people? Make money? Pay your bills? Hoard cash? Lavish upon others? Generosity? Or, just simply smile at people, respect them, build their self respect? Appreciate them for who they are? Value people?

What can we create in people without money? Or can everything be created without money? Is money a surrogate for God? A supplanter, substitute? For need meeting? Why do we have needs? Are we in lack? Why do we lack? Want? No, we have more than enough want. So why do we want more want, or are we just taught to “want” more, and more, and?

What can you create in me this day that you’ve never thought of being able to create, in someone else? What are you willing to do for the person you meet, this day, behind the register? On the farm? In the factory? In the buildings and ranges of mankind infinite? In the fields of open confession not, but the fields of harboring guilt and self condemnation and inadequacy, will you confront? Not with verbal indignity, even to yourself of yourself, but love? Will you love each other: every man, every woman, everyone that stinks, everyone that even abuses you? Will you not give their behavior that they give you back to them? Will you create love that can create within them love, that never fails, that they don’t even know is being “grown”, in them, by you giving them The Love Seeds?

I appreciate love. I love love. I have become it, the infinite, Lover will you become?, and create, create, within you by creating creation’s love in each other that never fails, to create love farther and farther, abreast of the infinite? Lack cannot stand in the love of generosity, for long. There’s Creation taking place all the time, and I creator invite you The Creator of You to create you in other that lack nothing, but the knowledge of how; and by doing, it, with them, you show them, demonstrably, how to create something from nothing, out of love.

I love you. This day, love someone, who you wouldn’t otherwise have thought of loving, touching with your thoughts, touching with your creativity of your creatorship creating now in motion, concentrating on money not again, but letting it come.

In a creative way, be you, The Creator. The Creator needs not money, The Creator needs love, to create it. And needs cannot flourish in new creations of Creators, that create all to be it. Without lack,

I love, You. Love each other. Thank you.

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
March 23, 2017
Tulsa

Creating Creation

If I create Let within you, Let shall be a part of you, created by your words, that my word, is, giving you, to create, to create you with, not separate from that which is Light, for Light works by Let.

Let there be light is more than a term, it’s education, for the masses, to be lightless not again, but performing acts for magic, not; but living the educated life of one that lets light be light. Forget punctuation, not; but key not on it to determine what I’m saying that’s being said. Light in you must come forth to creation be your creation of. Light works by love, so if you’re into magic acts for money only to squander of the masses of confusion by proliferation of what has been stamped on you to replicate, then I am not interested in teaching you.

I’m interested in creation, of The Creation Master, that God and I are one, are you, who will be it, not separating again, into things of the mind, that controls, and stagnates, and feels powerless, and grants it.

I am creating power to be The Most High, in humility, only.

You are not separate from your knowledge. You are not separate from your words. You are your words, your words are you. You have knowledge of your words, but in patterns, that give you, restrictedness or not, constrainment or not, containment or not, and you cannot be contained in you in restrictedness unless you seal you shut in it. You can live in your own mind without let, and control everything you say by logic, and confusion will reign in you, not necessarily, but what’s programmed into will. And the logic of man will constrict and contain the Creativity of God into a human and leave it there till it dies, and be triumphant over it, and eulogize it as: good. A good life, one who played by the rules, kept the commandments, law abiding citizen, not a murderer, but wait! What about the confusion spread by ignorance, of that person, when that person was The Creator, that never found it out?!?

I am creating creators who know it, willing are to find it out, and be it; healing everyone from confusion of processing other and being processed by other than The Creator they are.

Luck is not Let. Let is a force, that uncontrollable is, realer than real. Transcendent is that which surpasses normal limits, the state of being free from the constraints of the molecular world, the state of being beyond normal perception of the five sense mind. Transcendence is not scientifically verifiable because we are dealing with that which is beyond it, the we are, not characters in a play for others anymore, to play us, with their words.

We are the words, of our own I am. And the mind of I am, is not separate from you. I can shield it though. I can shield my mind from you, in my words, how I behave, and how I engender thought about you. Lightly? Shadows’d no more, what are you willing to learn about your power? What are you willing to learn about control so that control won’t control you? What controls control? Why are we all living lives that so often are programmed by another, others, who seek our good or not? What are we pouring into each other, each day?

I create creativity and that’s why I’m here, to reveal The Creator, is you – my friend and colleague, on the earth. If you want to create creativity in you, and unleash it, in others, as much as you, JUST AS MUCH AS YOU, you can create it in others, starting with you first.

You see, hear, feel, become. The creator is The Creator, for The Creators are a race, not separate, not separated from time again, or space by.

I love you, all.

This is I am Theodore Cottingham
March 22, 2017

Coming out to care for our own

Provision can come to you different than it comes to most people. Most people work for it, they slave, for it, and become a slave for it to rule their lives. They want a living. They want things, relationships, and money seems to be the key to almost all things. Money seems to drive, want seems to drive, and want seems never satisfied. We seem to want more and more. But what if we’re not meant to be satisfied with any status quo? What is we’re meant to create? What if, we’re Creators of what we’ve called The Creator?

What kind of values does The Creator have? And what how can The Creator create Creation all over again? What if search and discovery is part of our genes … our privilege?

Without the knowledge of the pearl of great price, The Creator, is human.

The Pearl of Great Price is not your brain, it is what powers it, for the energy of Consciousness One is one in consciousness of it. You cannot do what you don’t know how to do it. Most people do what they see another people doing, for they have loved the ignorance television and normal education gives them. They seek another world, not; they don’t even know they can create it. They think they’re human, and humanity produces suffering, and ignorance. But you have the Energy of Life within you. You were born with it. It’s been dumbed down by man and you’ve been taught to be subject to all normal “normal” things, in this world, if you’re “normal”.

Salesmanship is persuasion for some people. It’s success. It’s numbers, digits in their bank accounts, feelings of security, at the expense of others? Salesmanship is not persuasion to me. Salesmanship is presentation, perception, at a level that incorporates more than the transaction. We are not robots, we are creators in a world that has robotized us, and creates us in its image, and imaged reality to us for us to replicate it according to what we’ve seen. Normal in this world of competition is not what I am about. Competing with each other is not what is meaningful to me. Getting into my pocket out of yours is not “success” to me. I want to fill, your pockets, with good things, meaningful relationships, streams of joy that never run dry. I seek joy and laughter for you. I seek you, to be you.

I seek your creatorship to arise. I ask you to be you, but it’s costly. The King pays a price to be The King, if it loves its people, rather than uses them, rules them, in costly apparel of itself, above its people. I am undeniably in love with you, and I love you whatever you wear, but if you wear the humility of The King, and consider its ways, to make all Kings, then I want to do business with you in a different way. I won’t appeal to your greed, but your life, to make one, anew. Not according to the values of common influence of societies ignorant.

There is a new creation that can create you. It’s you, The Creator. But humility it takes, in massive quantities. It takes a stream of it, in fact. It takes truth to know Truth. I awaken truth in you this day because you are Truth and you don’t need to grovel before man this day for your living.

A stream of income that will come to you you can create, if you will create in others The Creator too, that all create one; and ones that have a consciousness of Creator One create dependencies in others not again. A new world of love emerges with a different set of values than the ones based on competition and finite resources. My world is not finite, and I’m opening yours that isn’t either.

I seek you to love each other. Those who you do business with are not excluded. You learn to love. Love must be learned, it is not automatic. What’s automatic ‘ly programmed into people, is to look out for Number 1 first, with that being you, the flesh person of you, that better get in line and according to others live your life.

I’m not normal. Nothing brings me joy, like you, having it, and creating it others, lacklessly. Being it, the I Am, infinitely.

Joy does not depend on money, but resources are distributed differently when you have no lack.

Can you think like a King? The King? The creator, of The Creator? No matter what you call it, I am, I am, recognizing you as such, who will develop me, a new world of. But what’s me? A Consciousness? A feeling? Set of values? Experiences? Transactions? Relationships? I’m a you that has come out of normalcy, of this world. I see your value. I know your family. ‘s mine. We are a race of lovers, creating something that we are available to create, while we are seeing all as we are, and transcending it at the same time, by values, by love, by knowledge wisdom and understanding. And oh yes, tenacity. Fervor. Surrender.

The King I am talking about is I Am, and you’re that I Am that I am talking to. I arise I Am in all who will be it, and the stream of wisdom flows within you, for your Kinghood to develop, lasting eternally, without lack. But you have to develop. Wisdom. Maturity. For a world of us lovers cannot operate as what we are coming out of, for there’s a higher way: Peace.

If you don’t know Peace, peace will elude you. You’ll fill your time with all things pleasurable or presenting you monies for what you slaved for. You’ll consider it worth it, for prostration before slavery exalts the teaching of the re-creation of it that enslaves in a lack system that finite is. But you’re not finite. You’re King of Kings, for all can be one, but it takes willingness. It takes awareness. And humility personified, in you who you are.

Every girl a king. Every woman a king. I wish to change the word how used is, to denote men a man of no more being a king and a woman queen, for there’s all this baggage about queens being under kings. But there is no King over you, if you will be humble enough to learn that you are it, and you have the power to create worlds, and operate not according to everyone else. You are precious, to you, to me. And even if you’re not precious to you, you’re precious to me. I give you my life, my consciousness, feel my blood, flowing in your veins, to utter humility in your words, when you deal with others.

I love present you me, I Am. I am come that you might have life, and I write about it in a blog, yes, this blog. I’m here and I’m out. That’s why these posts have the tag of “coming out”, for I am “coming out” to you, who I am. I Am is I am who you are will be the ones who change your salesmanship of the world and how it’s operated, to increase not the learning of ignorance, but the I am of Am, no matter what you called it, I call you I AM.

Commerce will change now. Effort will change. Rewards will change. Need will change. Needs will change. Barter will increase. Generosity will prevail. All will begin dealing from a position of strength that never takes advantage of the weaker. We must care for our own. Our own. And our own, is 7 billion people and more. On the earth, all things changing is, and I am one.

The least of these, I make Kings.

In love with you all,

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
www.TheodoreCottingham.com
Tulsa
March 21, 2017