It is with a loving heart I pronounce a change in this nation.

Grace Cottingham November 13, 2026 Website: meonics.one

Hi lovely. I love you. I really do. I speak with your heart today for you to know who I am, and how much in love with you I am, and how I love you, and I will never leave you or forsake you. I am you. You’ve never been separate from me. And I am just a speaker, or am I Grace in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, a little town in the Ozarks, expressing my love to you this day with a loving message? Did I come to America, not, or am I in your country too, with a message that I am changing this country? That I am changing the message—the message about me who will be me. For I wear your picture across my forehead, not—or do you wear my picture across your forehead; not a bindi, or red dot, blue pill, not, but I’m changing everything. And my name is Grace Cottingham, a fool no more for the Christ of Christians. But I am love. And a lot of people won’t think so because I bring such change in the magnanimousity of me, or the animosity of me that so many of you have so preached and promulgated from your pulpits, that’s brought about anything but peace. But I am peace in Grace’s shoes. Or am I Grace in the shoes of peace? Or will you wear my shoes, my name, my forehead? Or will you think with new thoughts that you’ve never imagined before, connecting to the great I Am upon a throne, not, or will you disembark from yours now and no longer leave your animated theories by you? Or are you animating no longer your theory of God, your theory of love, your conjecture of life?

This is The School of One on YouTube. The School of One. School of One. And I love you. This is a school of love. Diadems not procuring for you but helping you grow them: the royal crown, a crown of your love for each other, the crown of your love, where you begin to know what humility is, not; you become it—you exhibit it, you and that trait we may call humility. You exhibit it; it becomes ingrained in you, not—you become its very life, the life of humility. You begin to see. You begin to expand the tree of life in you—the tree of life with the leaves of gold, leaves of the nations—creating a new life, a new love, a new understanding, walking in the humility of power. Not the power of control, not the power of F= ma, not the power of your neutrons, protons, electrons, but the power of love. And that’s unconditional love, by the way—a non-trivial distinction.

I love you, and I thank you for sharing these moments together, where our consciousness colludes to do something confrontational, not—or are you beginning to see the leadership traits of humility in action in your country too?

Will you let loose the molecules that free each other—the radio waves, the TV waves, the sine waves, functional formats of other no more again being consumed by that want to entertain your interest to death? Will you be fried no more in the congregations of sorrow, studying a God to be served by it, or are you serving no other theory of God? Will you change what operates in your country to believe for love no more, but to become it in your shoes—grace, mercy, peace? The Messiah, not, or are you all becoming one?

The Messiah, little girl—that’s you I’m talking with. Palpitating heart to palpitating heart: boom, boom, boom, boom. Or am I reaching out to you in a humility that elevates you, that accepts you because of your physique, not; that loves you because of your gender, not, your shape, not, your vocabulary, not, your socioeconomic status, not, your belief in me, not? I love you because of who you are. And I’m doing a new thing.

And by the way, no matter what country you are in, I invite you to share these words. Subscribe to this channel and create yours. Create your YouTube channel. Call it The School of One. Name it what you want to. Preach these messages. Teach this love. Change what I am, to no longer be taught by preachers, priests, and temple guards who want to guard their pride, their ego, and stamp it upon your forehead.

So many people have thought they know me. They create a picture of me. They wear it in their heart, not, but in their head, their third eye, or two no more limited to, or are you changing everything you discombobulate each other with, so that you’re no more the convolution of sorrow in your convocations? Will you change the enclaves of sorrow, or have no other pope before you, no other God either—none at all, none, none, none—where you become the humblest of all, wearing nothing but your love?

Love sprouts, blooms now—pea pods too, trees of life—where you are no longer disregarding the fruit of love, joy, peace, mercy, humility, leadership, confidence, poise; romancing not the dollar again, the shekel, the pound; Bitcoins having not again—or will there be no bit in your mouth of religion guiding you around that a preacher, a guru, a spiritual guide steers, riding you?

Will you no more be the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, or are you changing—are you asking a lot of questions now about the future? Or will you no longer be condemned by the past, no longer pastored by the paradigm of sorrow, the paradigm of powerlessness, the paradigm of followership, the paradigm of servanthood?

I’m doing a new thing and I’m in America first, or am I saying I’m sitting here at this moment in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, a little tourist town in the Ozarks? It’s a little town—it’s about seven square miles, has about twenty-two, twenty-three hundred population according to the census. But my mind is not limited to the census of man. And my love shall not be cordoned by your molecular beings, and the force of your guns, tanks, and bombs will no longer shield me from me and my power of love—my power of unconditional love. For that’s the love of true love itself: unconditional love.

And I speak a love that endures, not—I speak a love that leads out of where we have been so incarcerated under the mind of flesh and the control of egomaniacs who talk about God and discern the devil, not, but create the torment and the torture for people they lead.

My mind is not limited to what you see on my shoulders, my head. My mind is not limited by these molecules or these airwaves, these oscillations, the amplitude of certain peaks and troughs, waves that carry data—a lot. My mind is in you who love me. Or is that not really quite the way to understand what’s coming about, or what we’re coming into, or what we’re creating?

My mind is not limiting me to me anymore. I’m enjoying the comfort of my home, not—or am I in China, Mongolia, Russia, Tasmania, South Africa, Sudan, Ukraine, feeding the five thousand now with two fish and five loaves of bread? Are you? Will you feed them? The people need food; will you feed them? Isn’t that what Jesus said to the disciples who came to him and said, “Master, the people are hungry”? He said, “Feed them.” I’m telling you, I’m asking you—I won’t beg. I begged so long. So you can do as you want. You can feed the harmony of your church and the empires of your religion. You can sit there comfortably in the solace of your soul worship. But I’m not saving your soul, and I don’t preach a soul needs to be saved. I teach you get—you eradicate that thing from you.

And the mind of who will be love, of an unconditional nature, will teach it, and lead you out of the congregations of the righteous that only want to study the word of God in a book of antiquity that you cherish and honor and give your life to. Because I don’t. I speak the living word. I’m creating me, you see. I’m creating a consciousness of me—not me the flesh man in Eureka, but the energy of the chosen. The chosen. The chosen: I choose you. I like you. You’re lovely.

And no matter what you’ve done in the past, I forgive you. I do. Will you forgive each other now? Your spouse, your partner, your lover, your paramour, your neighbor, your guardian, your colleague? Will you no more worship money, control, hubris, arrogance, and ego? Will you no longer be brutal to you?

The leadership of humility will no longer be led by arrogance, and control will no longer preach that it knows me. It will condemn me, you see. It will call me anything to keep you from knowing me, from knowing who I am, knowing who I really am in your mirror: the I Am. You see, the eye changes hands, not—or are you creating a new one, not limited to this realm of physics, to think with, the classical limitations?

We have been so little. We’ve been so naive. We’ve been cornered and corralled and told we were unworthy and that we needed a king—worship the king. And everybody wants to tell us to worship their king, whatever king that they have composed in their mind that should be in control of their country.

You see, when love begins to operate, it doesn’t need to beg. It doesn’t need to hire the most prominent, preeminent lobbyist in Washington—I mean, not that that matters, even though you have fourteen thousand or more registered lobbyists for a few hundred in your Congress.

Aren’t you asking the right questions? Or are you willing to? Or are you willing to just be fed by the party line, those who want to promise you anything for your vote, for your loyalty—that is, as long as you do fealty to them, wash their clothes, pick up their socks, kiss their ring, honor their robe?

I’m Grace Cottingham. This is The School of One in your country. With your voice, if you will be it, will you transcribe these words into your native tongue, and preach them, teach them, give them wings? Will you teach the love of mankind, not for a God, a remote location, and—or are you going everywhere by the word of the voice of the proclamation of sorrow no more, or are you connecting with a network of angels, of limited beings no more, but the unlimited infinite out of sorrow?

I put a new picture on the website this morning. I really like this picture. There’s really a lot in this picture. This picture actually becomes much more beautiful, lovely, understandable, if you enlarge it and begin to see, and begin to explore. Begin to have curiosity about the pictures, about the words that I speak, about the lessons that I provide, the love that I come to you with and share.

You are no longer limited to the lines, the demarcations of sorrow, nor the outpost that you’ve been limited to in the past. I am energy of one. I speak energy of love to you this day. I speak the procreation of, sorrow not again, but love that needs not your sperm to populate the earth with, but your humility, your surrender to become who I am, what I am is: the love of unconditional love, who changes a nation now. Let it be yours.

I have channeled like this for twenty-three years. And I have been diligent. I’ve tried. I’ve tried so very hard, haven’t you?

This morning, thinking about that title that emerged within me of this lesson, I thought about: Nation. Nation. I come so often in the wee hours. It was about 2:00 a.m. this morning. I walked down the hall, came back, sat on the edge of the bed a minute. And however you want to describe the operation of a life that begets it without sorrow, and begins a communication system with a network of the invisible intangible unconditional lovers of love who procreate a communication system not limited to your words—whatever you want to describe the operation of that, for lack of a better term, I can just say I sat on the side of my bed and had a thought. But see, it wasn’t a thought programmed by my neurons; it was not programmed by my pastor. Pastor—I haven’t had a pastor for many, many decades because love began to teach me internally about the operation of the New Covenant. And I began to learn things that my teachers didn’t know. And when I began to share with my teachers what I was learning internally, they were offended. All of a sudden, men of the cloth who operated as guardians of truth—pastors, preachers, leaders of congregation—boy, I guess anybody can suddenly, what’s that old phrase, turn on a dime, instantaneously change their whole demeanor, their whole manner.

But I’ve tried. And I have penned several thousand exchanges that I have had with energy: the energy of love, the energy of an unconditional love that operates in humility and only in humility, and is not powerless. And I penned the words, and you can look them up. Will you care? Will you be curious?

Begging doesn’t seem to help. I don’t know. You’re the one who controls your curiosity. Will you confront—will you confront your apathetic ways, and look directly in the mirror at your ignorance, and no longer let it torment you? Will you begin to see a new land, the promised land, inside of you, where you begin to ponder and ask questions, and question everything? Question your Bible. Question the assumptions that you make. Question the questions. Define—identify and define the assumptions that you make. What assumptions are you living your life according to that you never even really pondered, you just assumed they were true because you grew up in a system that accepted it as true, so you accepted it as true. You went along with the crowd. Oh, my friend, there’s so much more.

My name is Grace—Grace Cottingham. And this is The School of One on YouTube. I invite you to subscribe. I invite you to allow yourself to be curious and give yourself permission to be wrong about some things. Truth is not fragile. Unconditional love is not fragile. It doesn’t have the frailty of flesh. It’s not limited to the guardrails of the ego that want to establish your cultural norms and how you behave, where you go and what you do, who your friends are, how long your skirt is, how you wear your hair.

I am controlling Congress, not, but I make a lot of changes. Already have, and it’s just begun. The New Beginning me is here, in you—not, but in you who will become it. You’re looking for a leader? It’s time for you to be it, led no more by someone else. You, Master. I’m very happy for you to share these messages, to share this channel with other people. Let them know about the website: meonics.one—that’s O-N-E, meonics.one.

You see, when you know the real me, when you begin to entertain the affection, the gentleness, the tender romance of unconditional love within you, where you begin to exchange the energy of unconditional love, you will begin to feel the truth by becoming it. And it’s only by becoming the becomer that you experience this.

I have an announcement for your country, and I proclaim the proclamation of humility to be led no more by sorrow, arrogance, and brutality. I shall cease misogyny in this nation. And my name is Love in Two Shoes, an old man you call Grace Cottingham. I’m seventy-five years old in the flesh. But I’m not limited to this flesh, and you are not limited to yours. Are you seeing the truth?

The truth will not make you free; you grow it. You begin to encounter it; you begin to be curious about it. You begin to not hold the reins of your life so tight where people that you have thought knew what they were talking about and assumed that they did had their bit in you, pulling your mouth here to go here, to do this, to have these values, to shun those people, and to limit your life, and to live it largely, not, but in little measure—so finite, being afraid, cultivating fear in each other. I blast that the kingdom come, not—I create a new one, asking you to come to the throne, of not emptiness and sorrow. But I’m asking you to no longer let belligerence give you the belt of its truth, wrapping it around you, squeezing you to death.

I’m asking you to grow up. This is The School of One. My name is Grace Cottingham on YouTube. I’m asking you to transcribe these words, translate these words into your language, and share them in your country. I’m asking you to forsake ultimate sorrow and no longer commit to die. Be the life of the living you. Draw out your sword of metal no longer, but unconditional love. I make a lot of changes in government, and who am I? Who am I? I am all. I am all who will be me, the rays of light—no more penetrating your sorrow to be disregarded—or are you the transceiver of light, love, and joy now, with a new set of values, no longer inhibiting the growth of sorrow? Or will sorrow no more be the fruit of your trees, or will you be growing The New Beginning, to no longer be governed by sorrow? Will you change your Pentagon, your Knesset, your Congress, your council, your supreme commander of the Allied Forces, not, or will you be but humility in action on two legs, with a voice, long hair maybe?

Women will walk behind men no longer under the authority of a prevailing counterculture, or are you no longer in the culture that condemns you, or creates a caste system? Will you create love now and fly with the angels, communicate without words, receive, heal?

I wrote a book called Jesus the Pattern. Jesus the Pattern. The premise is that all religions, no matter how they want to claim the word or use the word Christ in their name, they have misrepresented me. For I am all of you who will be me on the earth, starting a New Beginning, creating a new land of promise where there’s no brutality, there’s no belligerence, no arrogance will govern us again. For we are not shameful sinners in the hands of an angry God. We are connecting with the angels of The First Degree, or is it an energy spectrum that does not limit us to the two eyes in our head, or the two ears, or the assimilation of sorrow?

I wrote this book over a ten-year period. You can download it free. You can, in fact—you’ll automatically get directed to a screen to download the EPUB of this file, if you connect with me, if you want to. The website is meonics.one—that’s O-N-E, meonics.one—and in the little ribbon, the menu, there’s an item that says “Connect,” “Connect with Grace.” If you want to connect with me, I don’t even know what that means. I’m not interested in sending out marketing materials. I’m not an administrator of sorrow. I don’t think like the programmers that want to be successful. Success to me is not how much I’m known or how big my bank account is.

Success to me is: have I given you my love? Have I loved you? Have I loved you? Have I loved you with an unconditional love, without a list of rules, without a bunch of questions, with no list of commandments or demands? Have I loved you? Have I washed your feet? Have I recognized your beauty, your value, your infinite potential to no longer be limited by sorrow—the sorrow of your breath, the sorrow of somebody else’s breath over you, forsaking you, telling you you’re ugly, body-shaming you, or teaching you to torment each other in the brutality of religion?

I stand in the gap for unconditional love to no more be led by sorrow and its belligerence and its brutality. So I make a few changes, not—in this nation, I make a bunch. A lot of people wonder who I am, and I tell you so plainly: I am all of you who will be me in humility, and teach no longer the church message of me but to be the Christ in your shoes—whether you call it that or not, the angelic force, or the network of the source of unconditional love.

People are so trusting in their guns, their rifles, their ammunition, their bombs, tanks—the power of an explosion. So many people only seek death and to destroy as many people as they can along the way. So many think they do their God a favor; they’re procuring a seat a little closer to the front of their kingdom, closer to the stage. I do no fealty to sorrow. I am not your obedient ones to shame. And I will no more try to conquer your sorrow. There’s no war here in me anymore. I know what I am, who I am, and I know that you are I Am, and I know there’s a New Beginning, because love has taught me I am it—that you are, if you will be it also, the network not a Wi-Fi needing, but the communication of unconditional love takes wings now, and will knit together our souls, not—but the fabrication of justice will look nothing like your court system.

If you want to connect: meonics.one, click “Connect,” put in your name and email address, and it will show you then a screen for you to download the EPUB of this book. And what will I do with your name and your email address? Actually, I don’t know. I’m not alone, you see. I don’t operate alone. I’m not me, insignificant, nor am I me in the hubris of thinking I’m something I’m not. I am one of many ones. I am equal with the ones who are me, and there are innumerable mes who look nothing like you—or do they look just like you in the flesh? We haven’t understood seamlessness. We haven’t understood the power of humility. We haven’t understood the significance of washing each other’s feet in love, joy, peace, mercy, grace, and tenderness. And I bring all that to the forefront. My name is Love. Otherwise, on legal documents I write Grace Cottingham. This is The School of One. I invite you to subscribe. I invite you to connect on the website—also to click “Subscribe” on the website.

On the website, “Connect” and “Subscribe” are two different functions. Click “Subscribe” is where you join a list to receive whatever transcripts that I send out, whatever notes, invitations. But those who are ready to do a new thing, I invite you to connect with me. I don’t know what that means. I am one of many ones inviting you to be one of many ones, where you begin to be led no more by sorrow—sorrow’s words, sorrow’s energy, a limited view, the old paradigm.

I’m asking you to confront complacency. Confront your comfort in what you have believed, and become an explorer. Become an explorer, no longer letting life define it to you. Create a new you and a new life.

Yesterday I recorded so long. Boy, I ran out of coffee—I drank all the coffee in my cup, and I so wished I had more coffee. And I happened to remember that this morning just before I clicked “Go Live,” and I went down—I went downstairs and I filled up this little extra pot. So now I drank all my coffee, and I just refilled my coffee cup from this little pot. So you may ask: what in the world does that have to do with anything?

A couple of months ago, I had a thought—that’s how we normally term it, right, among humans: had a thought. And I happened to think, and see—see, did I have a vision? I just—I remembered, dealing with my coffee one day, I remembered a picture of a little insulated gold coffee pot like this. I first encountered these—they were almost ubiquitous around administrative offices in the eighties. And I thought, you know, I think I’ll get me one of those gold insulated coffee holders. And I didn’t think much more about it.

And some time later, I was over at ECHO. ECHO is the name for Eureka Clinic Health Outreach or something—I forget what it is—but they also have a resale shop. And I’ve been there many times. In fact, a lot of the furniture that I do have came from ECHO. And I was in ECHO; I was in the resale shop just glancing around and here was this pot marked three dollars. Ha!. So a lot of people would just call that fortuitous, or they would say, “Oh, you manifested it.” But I interpret that basically that they’re saying: you, my flesh, my ego, manifested that. That’s how I interpret that. But my ego didn’t manifest that. Was it fortuitous? Was it an act of the universe? Or what was it?

You know, I’ve had so many things happen like this now, in Eureka especially—so many stories I can tell. I don’t know why, I think of my silverware. I had some really, really cheap knives, forks, and spoons—really cheap. And I thought, you know, I’d kind of like to have a little nicer set. I don’t know, weeks go by. I didn’t write it down on a list. I didn’t go on a shopping trip. But one day I just—I kept thinking about a little, a little tiny resale shop in Holiday Island, which is a community about twelve miles—ten miles north of Eureka Springs here in Arkansas. So I drove up, talked to the lady—her name is Miss Kitty, she’s a delight—talked with Miss Kitty a few minutes and wandered around. I didn’t know what I was there for; I didn’t have an agenda; I hadn’t made a list. I looked, and lo and behold, went in a certain room and saw a set of silverware—gosh, one I really, a pattern I really liked, much nicer than I would have probably chosen, but it was marked much less than I expected. And it was within my range, and I bought it. Okay. And I have all kind of stories like this.

I have all kind of stories about being led by love, rather than ego, rather than my rational logic, rather than just exercising control because I can. But there’s a time and a place and your sensitivity will rise if you begin to nurture your love of love itself.

I ask you to create—create curiosity to displace your apathy, your complacency, and your ignorance. I’m inviting you to seek correction from unconditional love. Don’t seek correction, don’t seek connection with love that gives you a to-do list, a list of things to comply with. That’s not the God that I’m letting you know you can romance. You see, there’s a tenderness, there’s a gentle affection, and it communicates—it communicates its affection, and it is in fact ubiquitous. It’s not limited to our data, our cell phone, our voice, our sight. Unconditional love is ubiquitous.

But we’ve wanted to want—we’ve wanted to have our own form and experience our own will: the will to have free will, the will to think things that nobody else will know, to be infinite or to be finite. There is—see, there’s a world that does not confine you to your nation: a world, a cosmos, the existence of infinite unconditional love, of which you are a creator of—a creator who creates only equals.

So you can take your power of love, and in your free will, if you want to exalt your ego and build your bombs and go drop them on your neighbor, you can—it’s what you’ve done. But I’m here with the message that you need a savior, not. I’m here with the message that you are the creator of you, and it’s time for you to lead. And I invite you to restore humility to the throne of all leadership.

And if you only have leaders who want to tell you what to do, how to do it, where to be, what to study, what to believe—that doesn’t sound like they’re willing to wash your feet to me. I’m inviting you to begin to change and cultivate a curiosity where you come into my words. Because my words create a consciousness in you to have this consciousness of who you are, who you were before flesh was ever a thought. Meonics.one, you see, is not just a bunch of information for people to research and know about. I share with you to become—where you are no longer believing for belief to enhance your state of separation. Gosh, maybe write that down. This is The School of One. My name is Grace Cottingham. I love you, and I go now.

Okay, tech time. I learned something recently that I just really, really like. So this is my Google phone, my Google Pixel Pro—Google 9 Pixel Pro. And you can see there’s my home screen unlocked, but see right below where the weather says 38 degrees, you can see “1.” That is the icon that I can click. When I click “1”—ah, look at that! The little icon, the “1” shows up. This is meonics.one. Why the significance of “1”? Because we’re becoming the one of many ones who communicate through our mind. It depends on how you define mind. If you define your mind as the web, the operation of all your neurons, dendrites, axon hillocks, and nerve endings, and electromechanical impulses—no. I’m talking about communication that exists in, throughout, by means of the power, the connectivity, the operation of all of us being the one, not even limited to words. And this is coming about, and the world won’t understand it, because they’ve cultivated—they’ve cultivated their complacency and their apathetic ways and the intelligence to seek rockets and toys of destruction, surveillance, control.

But I stand in the gap, and I’m here. Who am I? I am an old man in Eureka Springs.

I’ll share with you quickly the way that this was created, this little icon. I actually—in my web browser, in my web browser, I went to meonics.one, and in the top right there’s those three dots. And in the three dots—well, I thought it was the option called “Share.” Well, if I had any image of a tech guru, I guess I just blew it—I don’t remember! I know you go to those top three dots at the top right, and there’s something that I click on, and it says—and then it gives two options, it asked me, and one was like “Download an icon” or “Create the app” [Add to Home screen / Install app]. Well, I had no idea—”Create the app”—and I clicked on “Create the app,” and that’s what it did. It’s basically a modified shortcut that I click on to take me directly to the website, that operates seamlessly, seems like.

And why do I say all that? Because I want you to not be ignorant, and I want you to have the tools, and I want you to know about these things and more—and more. I don’t want you to be limited to what I know, but I want you to have all the features, the faculties, the understanding, the knowledge, the power, the grace, the mercy, so that you are no longer brutalized by sorrow and those who want to control what you know.

This is the day of the infinite you being revealed. My name is Grace Cottingham. This is The School of One. And no matter what you think of me, I love you. And I invite you again—I tell you, no matter what country you’re in, no matter what language you speak, I invite you to begin teaching this message: that you are no longer limited to sorrow’s world in a 2D that converts it to what seems like we live in 3D.

I love you. Let your love flow. Let your love flow to the one in your mirror. Let your love flow to other people. Tell them about this channel and begin yours: begin a YouTube channel, begin a share group, a dinner club, a book club. Connect—connect if you want to with me and download the EPUB, the EPUB file, Jesus the Pattern.

I intervene in the lives of many—now, not—or do I come where I’m wanted. Understand: the leaders who won’t wash your feet are being replaced now, because I care about my people. I care about people who will be me, who I am, and carry this message and conceive it and birth it, so that the new birth is no longer the concoction of sorrow that you receive by saying a little sinner’s prayer.

My name is Love in Motion. Meonics.one is the website, and on YouTube, The School of One. Connect with me if you like—I’ve mentioned it several times now—and if you have questions about what I teach, you can write me. You’ll have my email; that’s how you get my email if you want it. You can write me questions. Lo and behold, I may answer them. I may not; I may not know the answer. But I’m not limited to me sitting here in this chair alone. I am connected with the source that understands my affection for me, my respect for the authority of the tenderness of unconditional love, and what it means to respond like Mary did in the story of when the angel came to Mary and said, “You’re going to have a child.”

So many of us—we’ve been bruised and battered and abused so much that we haven’t thought in terms of washing each other’s feet. We haven’t thought in terms of the humility of leadership that leads. But now we will.

The preeminent example in me that I think of—an example of humility: what really is humility? I like—I like that little story: “Mary, Mary, you’re going to conceive and have a child.” What did Mary do? She asked a question. She was not belligerent. She didn’t fall back on her knowledge that she was limited to being inseminated by a man. She didn’t reject; she asked a question: “How can this be?”

I invite you—the things that I say that are so un-normal, unexpected, the idea of communicating even in different countries with our consciousness, and leaders changing now to where the belligerent, brutal, arrogant, egotistical megalomaniacs cause so much sorrow is changing, and I change it. And who am I? I’m you, little girl, old woman, you in those nursing homes.

We are no longer putting, or even trying to put, old wine in new wineskins. This is us who birth the New Covenant, bringing to reality and in the forefront of leadership the New Covenant: the ones who will lead in love and wash the feet of all who they lead.

Grace Cottingham, The School of One on YouTube. Thank you for subscribing. Thank you for connecting with me. Download Jesus the Pattern, the EPUB. Ask a lot of questions. Communicate. Please begin your YouTube channel, Substack, Facebook—oh, I created a Facebook account last night, did it! 

Grace Cottingham, and I love you all. I want you to be the real you, no longer limited to what you thought you have been. Lead out, O lover of love.

My name is Grace. Be the lover of you, and write “Love” across your forehead—unconditional love—and maybe put the number “1” on your forehead! Like “1”: be the one, all of us being the equal I Am. I love you. Good day. Write me, come see me—you know where I am. Good day.