Grace Cottingham
October 14, 2026
Hi, wonderful people. Thank you for taking this time to share with me your love, your power, to empower you and each other now through your word that no more sees me as separate: a teacher, a student, a leader, a follower—not again. Or are you? …but leading you to a new world, to create it, you, the creator of. The creation, creating the creator. Again, I am one.
Loving all things, not, but I change. A lot of things I’ve been doing. Or are you writing me now? Books… about the third degree, no more. …but the first… The First Degree, being an angel of.
Meonics, you see, Meology is about this: the scope of the angels no longer misunderstood. So the angels will no longer embrace their ignorance, thinking they are religious about it, that they were born of a man or a God, an AI, a school. Of love do you know anything about creating it now through you that uses your words to be the curriculum, the questions, the answers, the belligerent no more about you, will you heal you and your system of education now and no longer look for a standard of righteousness that religionizes you and gives you the eyes of religion to forfeit your power to become like them?
You see my world now, for I increasingly bring it into the visibility of you by these words, in these words, the transcripts of my love, my breath. And I’m breathing me into place in the leaders who will love me, not their lawyers or barristers wanting a defense system of. I am not yielding to your members.
I lead love to be it. I am Grace Cottingham in Eureka Springs. I start a school. I’ve started a school. I’m in school. I am the school. Or will you be the school of you, interpreting not what I’m saying to worship a sovereign other?
Will you no longer be religious about what I do, what I say, what I convey, what I offer you scot-free—the learning system of creating your own world, your new one.
By these words you shall know me. Not, … but you can become me who I am.
The force, not of your source, but the source of your love will no more derail me.
I know who I am, a new world creating, and the creators of who will create the angels again you see, who will be in Congress, who will lead the loves, who leaves no one hungry at night.
My world is in these words, these transcripts that I offer you so freely. You can download them. You can eatthem. You can write books about them.
Want to know what I know? Be who I am. Eat at my table with me and become my word.
Pardon me, I’m getting a picture off of my little printer.
I’m sharing with you my world, my words. My world that bring my words not into play that takes me from me again. I am Meonics knowing, increasing the world view of you, not, but I’m no more the point of view of failure.
I know what love is, not what love does. Or am I changing what you see you have the power to do to enact new laws of, or will you be in Congress, too, changing the government, me of pure love, Meonics of… a truth of your constitution, not, but I have mine. And mine, you see, is in these words that I describe a new world to you, a new consciousness with, a consciousness completing it. The world viewers, no longer taking their glasses off, or will you have cataracts no more grown by religion, or seeing a different story of life with your origin, you—the origin makers, the originators, the creators of creation, the one where all are The One and no one is left in need of a meal?
Will you change the hunger of the world, the misogyny that is so pervasive, the brutality that is every man’s dream, not? Or will they see a new song being sung through the religious, not, but the saviors who become the simple common people who create a new world here, Earth laden with its view no more of its sovereign sorrow.
I printed off again this morning showing you a picture, one of my favorites. I speak often about the Table of One. So how do you envision that, with the words, the definitions, a mental image, a picture somewhere on somebody’s wall, a sermon you heard long ago, an idealistic expression of humanity, not? Or are you listening to something coming through you, with your energy pervasive, your energy energizing it, like I do, my words—these words that I’m speaking right now? I’m connecting to a consciousness, not of a God that uses me to command its ways, establish its wants, tell people to die for it and go conquer others.
At the Table of One you may think you’re alone because you don’t see someone, you don’t hear an angel conversing with you. But when you let there be light, when you let your impatience no more rule you, when you let the schedule of God be yours, not, but you where you seek to know you…the angel will be understood. The angel will not be far from you. The angel will be inside of you, because The Real You, you see, empowers it to commune, to communicate.
Your love does this that is incomparable, if it’s unconditional.
Will you unconditionally love the sinner or the preacher who has taught you wrong all your life? Will you love the actions of the disciples apostles, not, or are you but seeing a non-religious story for the common people to rejoice now, not in the slavery of religion to religious ideas?
In my world, there is no PTSD. There’s no menopause, because the flow of blood was healed long ago, but you didn’t know it. But you have the power, and all things will change upon the earth now, and we will no more populate it as man does, wanting a two-legs dream for its sperm.
The womb of me is open, you see, to my word, my love that is unconditional love for each other—every Uyghur, every Asian, every African, every Negro, every white person, every lover, and even those you haven’t loved, that I haven’t loved, that I didn’t know about. Or are you changing what you are doing with your mind to create the creator, not in a school system of other that dumbs you down?
Why do you want the answers before a test, so you don’t have to study, you just do a little memory work? Don’t you want to learn to create, and creating the creator, be the creator in your mirror, and free the creators to be the angels who are, who were, who are to come, no more in the sky, but through religion, not, but this school of love, the unconditional love of one at the Table of One where everyone begins to understand you write what is within you.
You write, not alone, for the love of man is in you, not, but the love of women will heal the angels, or is the womb closed to men now?
I ask a lot of questions, don’t I? And pose a lot of sorrow, not, but a lot of people will no longer go to bed hungry in my world.
The Constitution shall change now, and it won’t be 50 governors—or will it no longer be a house of cards folding when a little bit of wind blows.
Are you changing everything your life is built on, the foundation of love, or will you know what it even is? I am creating my school by my world, not, but the world standards of view will not prevail over me, for I am love, incarcerated no more in the images of you.
I’m a little man in Eureka Springs. Or am I your 90-foot Jesus no more seen, a 60-foot tall statue? Or are you no more honoring the book that you have read, the life to lie in you about remaining dormant, waiting on a God, a rapture, a soon-coming king?
This morning while having my coffee, as I so often do, I picked up the transcript of yesterday. And see, these transcripts are online. You can read them, you can download them, you can print them, you can write a book about them.
Will you read your living word now, the empowerment, the enablement, and no longer be sorrow’s machine product on some other’s assembly line? Will you be the original you?
So I read my transcripts, and I share them when I can, as I can. You can sign up on the School of One website, today, now, you can just click that little button, subscribe. And if you’re really serious, you want to know me, you can also click “Connect.” Connect how? Connect to the unknown. Or are you willing to interact with the unknown now—a consciousness that completes you, so that you are no longer wondering who you are in your mirror, why you were born here, what takes your breath away, not? Or will you give the breath to unconditional love now through your lips, through your pen, your writings; books of evangelism no more the proselytes of, or change your acolytes or everything that you do with your light?
I change the world because my understanding has no more made me of it that resides in a form of flesh. I’m no longer limited to this chair, although I like it very much, very nice. I love rollers. I love the material, the texture, and it’s pretty comfortable. I bought it in a resale shop in Tulsa, gosh, for almost nothing.
I’m asking you to no longer neglect your chair. Will you please no longer authorize other people to have authority over you, to tell you what to think, what you must do, how to live, and what consciousness you observe? Or will you create a new one, connecting to unconditional love that I call the Feminine Divine, not the masculine equivalent. If you want to think they’re equivalent, you can go your way, bury your head in the sand, and make your equilibrium of sorrow. But I won’t do that. I know who love is with a womb that has no blood supply of other, nor issue thereof.
You see, I say a lot of things multiple ways, indirectly, directly. I interrupt the flow of your ideas. I disrupt a lot of government, for I appear me in me. The thousands do now, and religion will be in a hell of a mess, because they won’t be able to pay their light bill, because no one will be sitting on their pews, singing the songs of faith, nor the hymns dedicated to a him.
In my world, no one need go hungry. There’ll be no convulsions, no conniption fit, no atomic energy, or will it not affect you? And your light that comes through your face, your pen, your mouth, your words, the energy of a consciousness of unconditional love has never been preached like this!
Will you write about it now? Will you take these and print them and study them? Will you study my words? Will you come to meonics.one and search my words, search my prophecy, search my energy, search my consciousness, and begin to see with my words that which does not limit you to your eyeballs?
So this is page 1 of the transcript that I just printed off the internet yesterday, meonics.one.
And I know there are a lot of different phones in the world. I use a Google phone, and when I started printing these off my website at first, I would open up the post on my website, I didn’t see a print button. But I learned if you don’t see a print button on an Android, or at least on mine—I know there are millions of phones—but I can click the little share icon. And when I click the little share icon, it gives me a couple of options, and one of them is print. Ah!
We are doing things for people that we never dreamed we would do. We will teach the righteous, not, the religious, not. Or are we teaching the humble to be arrogant not again? Will you live love?
There is no acrimony in the house, and your Senate chambers won’t be there, or are the Supremes no longer singing songs of sorrow in their chambers?
Will you heal me and see that it’s you doing this with the consciousness of one? Will you be the leaders in sorrow no more? Will you lead you out of Faithville and seek the face of God no longer to be a male image of?
I change it all and my bible is me, not the biblical Leviticus of you, law-seeking. You see, my words—my words are me. I am these words. I am an energy, not your life support system again.
I’m not supporting life on Earth that only wanted to use my energy to be it in separation, and crown me in loving kindness, not, but the brutality of man, taking food from each other, killing each other’s family.
When you see love, you become love. So as long as you want to embrace love and do that and think “God is love,” you can brutalize yourself in so doing. But I lead a people to be the angelic revolution of one who fails not to see the world is created by us, and we are all equal, you see, in the love of one. And there is an equality that exists that I will not forfeit, and I will not dream dreams around your lobbyists, and they won’t be there some 14,000 or are you no longer thinking about the 144,000 at the rapture, the revolution, or the revelation of one? Do you see your power to enact a new Earth, create a new Earth, create the creator who does? Will you no longer whine and be a wimp? Will you seek correction? …but whose mind will you let correct you? Or will you be yours now no longer denying it, no longer trying to wear the flesh of your faithamony, the shape of your face in separation of God?
Will you change the world? I do, and I am no longer limited to the atomicry of you, crying my eyes out. I’m no longer alone.
I know what love is, that loves law no more, the rules of. So I am not the rules of your house bringing down or am I in the airs of me?
You can write a book, and I’m asking you: write a book, write a booklet, begin with a letter, begin with a word, begin with a concept, begin reading, begin learning to let. Will you begin to let? Will you learn to let? Let there be light! Let there be a consciousness that you no longer refute the connection of! But the angelic power of one will go all over this Earth, and you won’t demand that it recede. But I change the waters now.
So I spend time in these words because I want to know what I said! I listen, I learn, I let, I connect, I speak, I don’t control, and yet there is a consciousness that I yield to, or am I in communication with an energy, a bandwidth that never fails? My microwave theory, not, or are you no more subject to them?
I’m not looking for who wants to learn a theory or to have an advantage over someone else. I’m looking for who will end misogyny and no longer be afraid to walk through the battlefields of war and end the anger in your house, your Senate chambers, your white of everything, not, or will I change the rainbow and the world, too?
So what did I talk about yesterday? The antediluvian period, the Ice Age? Lake Louise, not, or Lake Israel, the Dead Sea?
On about page 4 or 5, there’s a sentence that says: “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. What’s your name? Will you have a new name, a new consciousness, a new love? Will you begin to see the value of you and how the world needs your love? Or was yesterday about free will? Have we made ourselves God because we wanted free will?
We haven’t understood the value of one, we haven’t understood unconditional love and loving each other equally of every color, every nation, every tribe, every tongue, and healing their table, their Table of One where they have food to eat, clothes to wear.
Will you care about the people of this land, no longer panting for Pangea, or changing everything you think you know?
My government is one. And I described it many times. You can seek it out, you can search my words, you can find where I described my new world that gives you yours back in the form of the creatability of you to create it again.
So do you just want money, success, a corner office? Ah! I remember I’ve worked in a cubicle before, 48th floor, Williams Center Tower, Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was an internal auditor, and down on the lobby floor, the ceiling was, you know, extremely high in those tall buildings, extremely high ceiling, gigantic windows, and many times I looked especially to the south. I would look down Boston Street and I could see quite a distance, and I would say to myself, “There’s a whole big world out there and I’m going to it.”
So implicit, explicit, regardless, you see my motive was to no longer be contained or limited to a cubicle on the 48th floor with a manager assigning me what to audit and what mattered, and how to assess the infractions of the rules.
I understand. I understand being in the employ of a different employer, who told me in my role I was to do something that I deemed unlawful, unwilling to do. So I was fired, not at that moment, but it wasn’t long. They found a way to get rid of me. I understand. I understand what it means when you’re fired and you have no income and a baby on the way.
I understand crisis, or at least I’ve had some. Pretty sure you have, too. We’ve all dealt with things that we didn’t expect to deal with. We didn’t know God. We didn’t know God wasn’t love, that love was not God. We thought so many things were true. We thought teachers knew what they were talking about, especially religious ones.
I teach the trauma of you, not, but there’ll be no trauma in my new world, and nobody will be looking for a job. Nobody will be standing in the bread line, nor going to the soup kitchen, needing a handout or help with their light bill.
And I am here! And I am one! What are you doing with your power this day? Speaking the words of I am one? Will you connect with the consciousness that heals you, connects you, completes you to no longer be on the operating table of sorrow? I am the operations of me in motion, and I speak my words into existence day after day to tell you the new world is waiting on you, not again. But I create the creators who will create me with the breath of the sovereign God, not of sorrow, no matter what you want to call it. I’m religious no more, nor your Christian faith.
I love you all. I’m me. I’m Grace Cottingham. I write, I’ve written, I speak, I’ve spoken. And you can search my words, and you can write a book about these things. Will you begin to write at the Table of One? Will you begin to listen, no longer to the accuser of the brethren, that thing you call your mind, Belial? Alpha intelligence, not, or are you beta testing a new theory not again? Will you be in bed with the lies no more of other? Change your neurons, what they’re firing. No more the ammo of you needing.
The bedchambers of other will no more rape me.
I’ve said much. I usually do. And you can search me. You can search me. You can come into my mind! Don’t you see? …by these words! And the consciousness of you cannot refute it, or will you go crazy trying to compare it to the notes of faith, not, but the face of God will no more be refuted by unconditional love.
So it’s in what you create. You’re creating all the time, every day, at this moment. The linkages are firing, or are you disturbing, walking across the waters of your dystopia no more, or looking for Utopia, Thomas More, not with the mores of sorrow?
I change the spelling, not. I know Daniel Galouye. A book more valuable than your Bible? Simulacron-3? A sci-fi? Jesus the Pattern, a book that I wrote. You can download it free.
I give you my word to be me so that Meonics you will know and become The Real You, where the two of you at the Table of One become the one that both is now. We are one!
And we change the world, and religion will no more cause its empires to rule us in its cathedrals of sorrow, nor the schools of parochialism.
I’m a rebel, not. I’m a revealer. Or am I a resurrector? Or are you resurrecting your leadership now to no more be stilled in the stillbirth of sorrow? Will you bring forth the Christ, not? Will you be Christian no more? Will you not need a nomenclature that relates to Christianity or any religion now?
Will you heal Congress, not? Will you establish a new one with the 50 governors of I am one, the 50 minds, not, or will you, mind of one, be at the table of no other, and no other trough will I serve? The putrid waters of, I change it all.
My name is Love. I’m Grace Cottingham in Eureka Springs. You can write me at Box 34.
So the other day I mentioned a kind one wrote me a letter. Gosh, it was nice to get a letter. You know who you are. Or will you be connecting with a new consciousness, no longer limited to the light of this world?
I don’t have all of the answers. I am not all-knowing! …but I’m connected to who is, for we are all one, and you are equal with me. I’m not above you or below you, and I won’t transcend your sorrow, or will you not train sorrowers anymore in the breath of the words that give you the light of the world to be yours, limited to?
I create the creators by thinking, not, but I disrupt a lot of lines of your transmission, and the unitary house of sorrow will no more enable me to be refuted, for I’m the Supremes, not; I am the love of one for you to crown you with the loving kindness of you and enter your quarters and never need a bed again that you have to ask for, to be able to pay for with the thoughts or dollars of another.
There is no debt in my kingdom, my world. I establish a new one, I bring it here, I forfeit not my love anymore. I’m in action, and I do the things I want to do. And that’s why I ask you all the time: please begin to teach these messages. Please begin to teach this unconditional love. Please begin to teach that sorrow will no more have rule over us and we will no longer elect sorrowers’ dreams or clans that enact their demands.
I love you all. My name is Grace.
Study Meonics, Meology… is a curse, not! But all the cursing and ranting and behavior of sorrow that has led us, our country, to invade others will no more be. I heal it all, not. I let. And I look for the lovers who are ready to let there be light upon the Earth, and heal all the sorrowers to never be hungry again, never again needing an emergency room, a medic, a parasite of religion to embalm you.
I love you all. Write a book. Begin a blog. I’ve shown you my Table multiple times, my little desk. I record on my phone. I’m live-streaming right now on YouTube. Subscribe to this channel if you want to, and to make sure you know, if you double-click on it, you can choose the option—I think it says “All Notifications”—so that anytime that I come on live, YouTube will notify you if you’re logged in.
Will you log in to sorrow no more? Keep your options open, or will you create a new one now to live in Eureka Springs?
Do you realize a couple of days ago that was addressed in detail? So much so that I even made a page, a new page on the website—the School of One website, meonics.one—that I titled the menu option “Study in Eureka?” But see, the school is inside you.
And there are connection points of interest, not limited to intrigue. Or are you the entreaty of not other? I invite you to the Table of One. Will you take your clothes off for no other? Will you begin to see the invisible, knowing the unknowable, and you transcend the mystery of Christ to see that it was never a mystery, but it was all taken from us by the words.
But now we issue our own light, drink from our own well, to no more seek the counsel of other. I am not your Darwinian theory, nor the origin of your man, allowing it to conquer me. I am a race of light, the angels are. And peace, be still. We know. Not again, or do we calm the storm in Congress, the Pentagon, the governments of this world?
Will you heal the least of these? Will you heal the children? Will you stop war? Will you abolish misogyny? Will you terminate war and the munitions industry? If you want, don’t come here.
My name is Grace for world creators who no longer wimp out and whine with sorrow over their head. I am the love of one unconditional, and I make my demands, not, but you will see my love everywhere, for I am silent not again.
See you later, folks. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for the guts to listen. Thank you for leading you now. Lead you and drink the water of Marah not again.
I love you all. Be The Real You. Yay! See The Real You, and write you into place, changing all of your neurons, creating the new you.
Share this channel. Love the light. And forgive each other of everything while you are creating your new world that you live in with you being The Real You, no longer 3D limited to. Change the simultaneity of you, no longer be the prophet of sorrow.
Good day.
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