Don’t come to Eureka Springs looking for this School

Grace Cottingham
 October 13, 2026

Website: Meonics.one

Hi folks, wonderful people, Angels of the first degree; the life of me coming forth, the life of the School, the life of you, a community that shall not perish again in the things of me that were so misunderstood.
 
 Will you no longer convert you to religion trying to follow me? Or will you be me? With earthly clothes no more on, or flesh? Or are you changing what you see yourselves beside, doing now?
 
 I have talked about this school for over 23 years. And it’s coming about now in you who will be it, who will destroy it no more in your thinking that you’re not in it, that you’re not a part of it, that you’re separate, that you’re equal with God, not, but you’re a superior force made by, and you have to observe the rules.
 
 Will you let no Lord rule you anymore? The Lord of rules is coming to an end. Or will the Lord of the flies no longer be prevalent on your planet, in your government, instilling truth not, but lies, fear, and a distillery of Satan, not? Or are you, but be’stilling the calm waters to walk across? The lakes are dry, not, or are you springing into action to save your people, your people?

This is a school unlike any other on the Earth, Planet Earth. Interplanetary, intergalactic, airwaves not again needing. Are you changing the magnetic waves of you to no longer have the wiggle worms, squigglies, actions of magnetics restoring your kingdom, or did it rob it from you, where you just wanted Earth’s?
 You wanted to be get a money supply that would never run out?
 You wanted all your dreams to come true, and then you’d die?
 You wanted to heal a lot of people, not, you just wanted to crawl all over them all and do what you wanted to do? Rape their money, their body, their influence?

Are you changing what criteria you care about to condemn me no more, but to create me? No longer looking for a God to come, a God to serve, a God to guide you, a guru to blame when things go wrong?
 
 This is the School of One. I have named it many times differently. But you see, I’m not like a normal man. Or are you no longer like the normal you? Are you abnormal, not the abysmal of, or changing what fallow ground you plow up this day? The moisture of the lakes, not, or am I bestowing Lake Israel no more to your forehead? Or are you fountaining the joy of One through your beleaguerment no more to be of sorrows’, statues?
 I’m no more the gardens of you rejoicing in. I am creating my own. nd the School of Me and the schools of me come forth. And I am my names mighty. And I love you all to be One. The School of One, where you see it resides in you, no longer dormant.
 
 I empower life to be it. I empower my words to create my life, mine, the creator of to create me, to create you, to create One. The consciousness that no longer destroys our death. Or is that just what you perpetuated all this time, all these eons, millennia, to have a revival, not? Or are you but preaching the same thing you heard years ago, antediluvian of, not? Or changing your Ice Age? Or all the moistures of the lake seeing a new re-moistening, not? Or are you dry no more, the Dead Sea of, or changing all of your minerals there upon your head? Will you see the abysmal you no longer trying to make a living, trying to come back to society, be in the grid of abysmal dynamics, not? Or are you no longer the General of Southern other, or changing the tip of your icebergs, or are you no more seeing the dynamics which shape and curve you into its shape?
 
 Will you see the creativity of One? Will you be in my school? Will you create me to be the school that’s in you that all the while was waiting on you, where you were waiting on God? Or are you no longer waiting on God to serve, or come serve you? Are you changing what you’re creating this day in your chair of your authority, the authority of One?
 
 Will you live each other with, now, not a normal nomenclature of, or by changing what you cling to, to describe you and what you want?

Will you no longer want a school that digested it for you, to give you twice-eaten food of its vomit, that it re-prepares and heats up and warms and serves you with a nice message and tells you it feels good, it will strengthen you, and then you will die? Is that what they tell you as you sit there listening to their sermons? “Feel good, take this pill.” Or are you offering you the red one?
 
 My school is inside of you. And you birth it, or not. So don’t come here to Eureka Springs looking for my school, the school of the glorified cross, not, but the school of the glorified me, Meonics of. The school you create, you go through, or will you create the school of you now, Meonics of, Meology, knowing a purpose for which you die not again upon the cross?
 Or was it subservience thinking, or relativity to a God, a way of life of indenture, servitude, serving the money they pay you at the end of the month, or when you complete a job? Or are you tortured not again by the series of man?
 
 I spent many an hour, hundreds and hundreds of hours working on my website that earlier this year I deleted. I had gone to a web host that I was very pleased with, their service was excellent, their support was incomparable in my limited experience of dealing with them. And I had prepaid a 3-year hosting plan. But I deleted it. I terminated the 3-year plan even though it was prepaid. I had to disconnect from me, or was I disconnecting from something else?

You see, we ask the right questions, not, we assume and we assume and we make assumptions and then all of a sudden declarations and decrees come out of our partial knowledge, or are we recovering ourselves, not, or what we justify to think we act upon. Or will you have a new criteria for judging now, and assessing yourselves to be the creative you?
 
 You see, this takes power, enablement. Religion, not, it only strips it from you.
 Or will you grow your kingdom now? Will you grow the door? Will you sketch it out on your Etch A Sketch? Or are you changing the tools you use to make a decision or list your breath, not again the lilting tower of Pisa, or changing how you use words to let them no more use you to confine you to your flesh, a school of terms, semesters, destroying your learning ability, your creativeness, to destroy you, or does it magnify your ability to destroy each other, instilling terms, values, goals, indigenous of the religious?
 
 My school is within you. My school of me. My school that’s me, Meonics is about, and Meology is a fool’s choice no more. Or are you beginning to see a nomenclature that no longer names you as subservient to all the forces of nature? Will you be the one who fools you not again where you live, what your consciousness is doing, being a man, a woman with, or are you no longer on Earth limited to it? Will you see the responsibility again, not, or will you deny yourself the great privilege of you no more to recreate you?
 
 Will you be the creator of you in the system of education that I have given you and described for over 20 years where you begin to speak and you begin to write and you begin to bring forth a new birth of you that you in your empowerment and enablement to see each other, not equal, not again, but all of us being equal, the consciousness who create each other in the enablement of One to be unconditional love, no longer seeking the dollar bill?
 
 I am love in action. And I deleted my website. I made a backup first, a complete backup, an entire cPanel backup, website account backup, WordPress backup. And I deleted it. And I walked away from it. I still made recordings like this and continued my YouTube channel. I continued to teach. I continued to bring forth the word to birth, the word to birth, the word of the new birth, the word of a new school, the birth of a new learning system, the birth, but I had to retract, not, I chose to commit, not, I chose to act. You see, it didn’t make any sense, it was not rational for me to delete my website after hundreds and hundreds of hours that I labored to try to make things visible for you to see the real you, the regal you.
 
 But something wasn’t right. It’s not that I was in torment, it was that, hmm, I like that little word, not sure how you spell it, H-M-M-M, “Hmm.” It’s a very important part of speech to me, “Hmm.” Acknowledgment opens the door to interrogatory, not a declarative decree, but an intentional curiosity, possibility.
 
 So often we enable the empowerment of others, not, but the opposite. We shoot ourselves in the foot. We deny our grace, our glory, our original state. We think we were made by God, or an AI platform somewhere in the sky. We justify our stories of destruction, and we tell ourselves God wants this, that, and the other, and it’s God’s will for us to prosper, and it’s God’s will for us to have a bigger better stock portfolio, to have three cars instead of two, to have seven homes instead of three or four. We justify all the things we want to justify, and we corroborate, validate it with scripture, with words of the preacher, of a guide, a guru. We are so selfish, so self-centered. And we do so many things in the name of God, pointing the finger, pointing the blame, or usurping its authority, or have we made ourselves God because we wanted free will? We wanted to be the God we serve, not, we wanted to make the choice, and not be in slavery to the flesh, or did we enter the flesh to fall into the arms of it, in the nomenclature of another God, another series, another people, another land?
 
 So I sit here in my school, schooling me. This is what Meonics is, you see. This is the School of One in motion, in action, delivering a result not as anticipated, not as expected, but creating the new creator that’s me, and I’m Grace. I happen to have my new name. It was spoken about in the Book of Revelation, a new name, a new name. “And I will give you a new name.” But who is “I”? Am I the speakee, the speaker, the teacher, the student, the revelator, the devil, the God, the Holy Spirit, the one that knows what it is now to love each other equally?
 
 Are you willing to no more subjugate yourself to a God theory, a God’s will for your life, the will of God seeking? Will you no longer think that God wants the best for you, subjugating yourself to an AI? Or do you know anything about the cosmos, not of reflective sorrow, cogitating on your gears, I’m not, I’m shifting transmission, not, I’m changing how I do things to make sure that you’re not adored by me or am I no more in the adulation of a position of sorrow, but who am I? Am I One, are you One? Will we be the One, all of us Ones who share now a consciousness of these things to enable the empowerment of each other, so we’re no longer looking for a dollar, a job, a resume?
 
 I want you to belittle yourselves no more in the sight of you. I’m asking you to judge you with the judgment of sorrow no more, but the judgment of righteous living, or John 7:24, are you quoting or knowing the words of Jesus, or is it no more your role, example, to exemplify, or are you changing what you seek me for to be found as of you are you learning the temple rejoices no more for the sorrow of religion? Will you change what you see in you?
 
 I see your light, your light body that doesn’t need clothes, or are you naked, or shapeless, formless, or are you changing your form to no longer need the shape of things to come, or have you invented new words, shared your nomenclature, or are you a race of people coming out of slavery to the flesh, the isolation of His jewels, not, but I make up my kingdom, and I sketch it out, and I have given you the words of Database 1 for years and years now, and ask you to look up my words and see my songs, my laughter, my funnies, my stories, and be belligerent no more to you.
 
 I have asked you, and changed my tune I have many times. I changed the name of this school a number of times to facilitate the orchard bearing of you, not, or will you eat your own fruit now and grow the crops of no other in you, in your Garden of Eden? Will you no longer set aside a part of you and say it’s untouchable? Will you dormant no more be in the light palace, the Palace of Light? Will you no longer construct it to be unused and then die with it?
 
 Well, sorry this is backward, but you’ll get the idea. I’m holding up my little tablet device: Meonics.one is my website. And it is the name of my website domain that I registered brand new, maybe a month ago, because it came forth, that name came forth, those words came forth in my teaching this way, where I speak surrenderedly. And the reason I speak surrenderedly is to learn me, so that my teacher will no longer be reclusive, unasked for, hiding. Because I’m not hiding from me anymore. I bear my word, I bring the truth, I have birthed a new website and many words that shall not be destroyed again.
 
 But I had to connect me with the meaning of rejoicefulness, not, but I am rejoicing in me because you’ve found me at this address, Meonics.one. Or are you finding you in the school of you, understanding, realizing the resurrection of the power of you, the enablement of you, to see the school inside of you that makes connections with others who create communities and schools, the schooling angels to be the creators we are again, no longer under the sorrow of the nomenclature, the lexicon, the diction and grammar of kings that want to confuse us or just use our bodies for their GDP, to facilitate their budget priorities, the rules of their campus, not, or are they sketching out our lives for us no more?
 
 So I deleted my website and my account that I’d already paid for, and I didn’t labor over this issue, I simply went about my day-to-day official business, official being me, just me.
 I’m an old guy, I’m 75, I live in Eureka Springs. For now, or am I building a school here, or am I making it revelatory, or are you seeing the adverbs, not the nouns of, or changing all your portmanteaus, no more living the life of the joys of sorrow that you entwined yourself with?
 
 Will you no longer be the ambivalent you, an ambulance needing, or will you never die again, a respirator on, or are you reviving something in you, the creation of the creator creating you again to be the ennoblement where you’re no longer the ignoble in you, the ignominy of?
 Will you be the reproach of you, not again remorseful of this great opportunity that you now see, perceiving the perception of the cross, not, but where you begin the creation process for the school is in you to recreate you.
 
 Will you listen? Will you be the writer, the teacher, the student? ill you see a process? No longer will you think you’re recreated to be a new creation just because you pray a sinner’s prayer, you make a pledge to their building program, you fill out a membership card, you sit in a pew.
 
 So after I deleted my website, it was fine with me, I let it go.
 Do you realize what it takes after you’ve invested hundreds and hundreds of hours in something to just let it go, delete it?
 I was wise enough to simply make a backup. I didn’t feel any need to burn the bridge, but I was crossing over to something new.

It’s painful to advance a lot of times because you’re letting go of what you thought you were supposed to do, thought you were supposed to be, thought you were enjoying, thought you were creating—thought, thought, the world of thought.
 
 You see, this world of thought enforces its rules upon us to be flesh ladened by the magnetic influence of kings, or was it a creator, or is it a universe that doesn’t exist at all except in our mind, or machine? Or are you no more the cognitive ideas of your cognition limited to?
 
 So at times, even during that six months or so that I didn’t have a website, there were times, many times I looked at my words, pondered. This has been named the School of the Angels, School of the 21st Century Christ, the School of God, the School of Light, Love, and Peace, the School of You, the School of Me. Do you see what I am saying?
 
 So, yesterday I spoke, I taught like this. I recorded it. I ran it through an AI transcription, Google Gemini. Did you read the transcription? I’m offering you the transcription free so you can print it and read it, study it, absorb it, consider it, question it.
 Don’t just take my word for it, question it.
 Be curious.
 Let the creation of the creator come be you.
 Become curious about your power.
 Become knowledgeable about your authority, and no longer submit to being the lamb slain by you in your ignorance.
 
 So here’s a little paragraph at the end of page, I don’t know, maybe four:
 “Day after day I exhibit, I portray, exemplify, or do I experiment with me, my love, my creator, my creation of me? I am creating as you hear these words, for I am being me, creating me, to be no longer subject to you and whatever you think of you and how you have categorized you and each other, condemned you, considered you.”
 
 I have not been afraid to fail. I relied heavily at times over the years a little Bible verse: “If I ask for a fish, will I get a stone?” All this time I’ve known my motive is not ignored in this equation, this relationship, or whatever you want to call the aspect of your life, perception of, awareness, consciousness.
 
 So, it’s taken 20 years to get the religion out of me. Or am I addressing, am I asking a lot of questions?
 
 Well, you see, I’m not pretentious, I’m not pretending, I’m not perplexed, I’m not destroyed.
 And the consciousness of One is coming forth and it won’t be beleaguered by the children of God who call themselves the children of that source that they identify outside of themselves.
 
 If you want to study with me, you can. Now, today, right where you are.
 Meonics.one, that’s M-E-O-N-I-C-S dot O-N-E.
 And you’ll see a little screen like this. But will you look up?
 Look up. Will “lookup” be one word or two?
 Or maybe it’s used both ways. Or maybe there’s a function of a word that is valuable to you that you’ve never known before, you’ve never used, you never found it. Or will you locate the look-up function, and find things you never knew that may be interesting to you?
 
 So, the little menu right here, one of the options is to click on the YouTube classroom of this school, or the next one is search the prophecies of One.
 So this morning as I was pondering in my classroom, my classroom of me—you see, my classroom of me is this room, me in my white chair over there, having my coffee, sitting on the deck, sitting in this chair, this is my classroom.
 But my classroom physically that you see as this room is not limited to the physics of the characteristics of the molecular version of you. Or are you no longer limiting yourself to the consciousness of your world being inside of you, or what you think it looks like, or the way that you think it operates? Are you connecting with the consciousness of the angels, of the angelic one, the one who we all are, dormant not again, neglecting our duty not, but the great opportunity to be who we really are?
 
 The School is inside of you. Don’t come to Eureka looking for a school. You’re not going to find a building with a neon light 60 feet high, statue saying “Jesus lives here, come submit your soul, be a new creation, recite the mantras,” dispensing with your ability to create yourself. No, you bring the school here if you come to Eureka, because the school is inside of you. You’re simply choosing to communicate and begin to commune with others who want to do the same thing here in Eureka.
 

But I can’t provide you a job, I’m not the source of your funds, I’m not your guide, your guru, or your counselor. And if you’re waiting on a schedule to see a big building erected, you’ll be disappointed. For I will disappoint not, but I will be me.

But what you choose to believe and expect, you control, or is it in the empowerment of you that you empower each other with, that comes back to you in a karmic rejection, not, or are you changing everything you think the way the universe works? Are you the creator of you, creating you again?
 
 If you want to recreate you, understanding how the school works, the School of One, I’m asking you, I’m asking you not to reject you, and see you as your sole source, not, but becoming connected to the consciousness that completes the creator, interjection no more of your power. You do that one day at a time, you do it moment by moment.
 
 Suggestion: Create me by creating you. Create the One that we all are, the One connecting to the One, to see a different learning system and a momentum not of sorrow.
 Create the school.
 Create the school that you go through.
 Create the school of creator. Create the school. Why did I say that phrase several times?
 If you’re interested, if you want to know, if you so choose, you can go to this website, our website, our mind, not letting our mind conquer us again, our thoughts of, our consciousness of.
 Will you search on the prophecies?
 Put in the phrase “create the school” and see what you find, see what lands in front of your eyes, see what you can consider new, things you never thought about, ideas you’ve never tested, galaxies that you may enter with your thought life that no more prevents you from doing so in the real.
 
 I don’t want you to be under any illusion that I have something or that I am something that I’m not. I’m an old man in Eureka Springs, and I desire for you to be saved from you and all that you’ve been taught by all the religious worlds and the higher education of thought realms that limit your intelligence to your neurons, the logical order of you, or are you among the heavens now creating a new school, dormant not again, opening the door of the lamb to the lamb, not slaughtered again, will you be the king of your rejoicing, the king of your ceremony, not, or are you having one in the skies of you, breastfed no more by the milk of religion that wants to destroy you, but first support their kingdom?
 
 I don’t do everything right. I’m not the perfect you, I’m not the perfect anything, I’m the imperfect me—perfect enough to know that I am saved from you who have given me a religion, and I’m no more the artifacts putting forward for you to have expectations of what you have considered a school, or the way God works, or the breath of life creating it.
 I am as I am, it is I. I am the devil, Satan himself, the Antichrist, the blasphemer, the pagan, the harlot, the whore, the tax collector, I am you, who see you as God, not, or are you rejecting your power and might, not again to sketch out the plans of the new you, a new Jerusalem, a new Israel, none of that in the Mid East anymore?
 
 I change a lot of things, and who am I? The ignoble me no more. I am made for noble purposes, not, or am I, the house of the Lord no more in, or am I the destruction of the temple of light that you thought was darkness, not, but you worshiped in and called it light? And then you just sat there and worshiped and waited on me to adorn you, feel my power, my presence, you called it my Holy Spirit, you separated from you your own power, you ripped each other’s wings off sitting there like a bunch of doves, not, or will you fly to your nest at night now? Who are those that Isaiah spoke about, or the chariots of fire? Are you opening each other’s eyes, so you can see beyond the 3D realm of the revelance of you, the revelation of you, or are you resurrecting, not an old thought of the past but no more being programmed by the artifacts of old?

I am the new me, rising me, and my feet will no more touch the floor, or will you be the ground up of your molecules no more? Will you change what your power does to you and what your thought life afflicts you with? Will you no more need the pill, or changing what you conceive this day? The new race of light people have a school that’s dormant no more covered over by religious waves. I walk across the seas of me now, afraid of nothing.
 
 We love live. And we live to love now. Why else would we live? To be separate no more. I no more separate from me, nor the consciousness of I am One of many Ones, who speak religiously not again a torment with, but no more in isolation.

I walk as me, doing the things I want to do. And I will heal Congress, not, but I have told you what I’m going to do there. That’s what I’m going to do there.
 The future is me and I’m it, no longer wearing a flesh of failure.
 I am the garment of me, not your opinions with.
 The school is inside of you.
 
 I’ve asked you many times to begin a YouTube channel, to begin recording, to begin teaching, to get my book *Jesus the Pattern*, to search the words to come into the prophecies, to create, not to be intrigued by your curiosity, reading my words like a journal won’t cut it. I’m not your Time Magazine, or am I Time now? Not timed by you again, this is my time. And I make the most of it, or not, I am me. And I walk as a gentleman, or am I the feminine divine?
 
 You see, you answer all of these questions that I’ve ever asked, whether you want to or not.
 You have sat there in waiting or you have answered deliberately with intentionality to choose what way you’re going to be the creator of creating.
 I am God, not witnessing, but the simplicity of me, the creators who are in concert of a new symphony, a new love, no longer long ago and far away.
 I am One with the breath of me.
 This is what Meonics is.
 This is what this school is built upon, not, but the words will come forth through you, that you begin to school you with, so you understand a concept fleeting not again, but the reality of being the real me resurrected who look like you, of every nation, tribe, and tongue.
 
 Thank you for being in this class this day, no longer in the class of religion.
 
 Create new websites, new blogs, new fortresses, not, or will you dissolve everything that you defended you with in the past to have your own free will, where you could choose God that only worshiped you? Will you no longer be in the worship of you, isolation with, calling it God, dividing yourself in half or frequencies of?
 
 Don’t come to Eureka Springs unless you’re ready to create a new life, no longer forsaking yours, but drawing upon all the wisdom of sorrow, not, but we are One, and we will find each other, no longer looking for a housemate of other.
 
 I love you all.
 Grace Cottingham in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, USA.
 I love you no matter what color you are, no matter what your past has been.
 Love conquers all, not, love bows before you all, to see the regal you coming down the aisle now, being married to the king that’s a man, not, a God, not, but the royal you. Without effort, not, it takes guts, time, effort, and energy to create the new creation of you being the One.
 
 The School of One, Meonics.one.
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 I love you all.
 
 You know where I am to be found, in you, and Eureka Springs, too, if you want to create with others, too.
 I love you all. Good day, love.
 
 My mighty love blooms everywhere across this nation, and moistens the whole Earth, no longer with tears, but the breath of the dew of your youth.
 
 See what I have said.
 
 Thank you.
 Hugs to you this day. Feel my love, my light, and my honor of you, to honor you and each other equally.
 Good day, see ya.
 

The School of One, Meonics.one. Good day.