Nothing Else Matters – video
Grace Cottingham
October 6, 2026
Website: meonics.one
Hey good lookin’.
Nothing else matters unless we know who we are, what our capability is, what capacity we have.
And now we are coming out of all the constraints of the past to no longer worship the artifacts of his suffering, the stations of the cross, the many miracles that were portrayed to us in the gospels of his Bible. Or will you be yours now, seeking no other?
My name is Grace Cottingham, in love with you all. Meonics.one—that’s M-E-O-N-I-C-S dot O-N-E—is my website. And I shall hurt the church, not, but I shall tell all who we are. And we are no longer a race suffering here on earth, believing a God made us to condemn us to heaven or hell, or judgment proceeding out of his mouth, a male God, a patriarchy enforcing his wants to establish his kingdom. No, my friends, we are not under that anymore.
And nothing else matters until we realize who we’ve been serving, what we’ve been serving, and that we have served a God that has enslaved us.
But so many won’t want to know the truth. They want to believe they were right, and I understand. I’m wearing flesh, too, at the moment, for you to see me, or will you be me, in love with love, not a proponent of the gospel of another, of Luke, John, Mark, famous for James, or are you doing something now in action? Are you breathing the life of the One into place to know the love that love incurs, not a blessing of another again, wanting its manufacture of?
We have not known the truth, we have not wanted the truth. We have given lip service to wanting it, to being it, to serving it, to worshipping it. We’ve given our thought processes over to worship another thought process. But thought shall no more be our God, and it shall reign no more in the enclave of us between our ears.
You see, if you don’t know who you are, you will always be striving. You will always feel driven to try to pursue the truth, protect the truth, find comfort in the truth. But you won’t know the truth until you go inside of you, because you are the creator of you. And you create your consciousness of what you’re afraid of and what you’re willing to do, brave heart or not.
I’m no more your airplanes of assembly. Or am I changing everything that’s in the air, the ambient airwaves of you not knowing, not needing again? Or will you now know what’s the truth? Will you serve no other God? Will you no longer have God before you in any shape, manner, fashion, or form that you think is external to you, that you think is superior to you, that you are inferior to it?
You see, if you don’t know this, you spend your life in the trivial, making a living, worshipping your thought processes, bowing down before religious leaders, having thought-spasms, conniption fits.
I taught a lesson entitled just a few days ago—September 27th, 2026—holding in my hand the transcript, I entitled this lesson: “Let’s evaluate ourselves, ask the hard questions. Who will be Christ? What’s the new covenant?” Let us ask the hard questions and evaluate ourselves.
All religions want to put you into their corral. They want to be your answer, they want to tell you how to live your life. Religion asserts itself as your savior, even when it points to God or Jesus or some other figure. It’s inserting itself between what you are and what they’re telling you to serve. They’re trying to be your guide, your guru.
I’ve sat in many a church service, maybe you have too, thousands. Millions of us have. We’ve sat there and listened like good little children and we’ve obeyed. We’ve been good little children. We’ve supported the finances, the building programs, the Sunday school. But what did it do? Where are we 2,000 years later? Still worshipping a cross, a Jesus, a male figure? Subjecting ourselves to the Sanhedrin or the Pharisees, the Sadducees, the book of the law, the artifacts of the old?
Be no more the artificial of you, the pseudo representation of a manifest appearance. Are you changing what you will ask of yourselves, and ask yourselves: What are we doing here, twiddling our thumbs no more in a pew, listening to a sermon, a three-point message, a 20-minute exhortation that somebody often gets off the internet, gets from another book, prepares to be the orator of, so that when you leave you will feel like you heard a good message?
You want comfort, right? You don’t want to know the truth, you want comfort! You want your anxiety to be assuaged, and your pill popping to be okay. You want to know about others’ addictions, not—you don’t even want to know about yours. Or are you willing to face a new truth, a new truth! That you have been wrong about God? That God is not who we’ve thought? We’ve been taught God is love, but it ain’t so.
There is a love that is transcendent. There is love that love itself exists as, that does not call you to be a follower, does not want your worship, loves you with an everlasting, eternal, inextricable love that’s never been outside of you. You’re it. But as long as you think you’re human having a human experience, spiritual or not, you can cast your lot among the people who separate you from the very thing that you say you are serving because of your ignorance.
It will soon be 10 years that I have lived in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. Very thankful for this place. Some years ago, I was walking down one of the really hilly streets. I was on Elk Street, headed down to the post office and the coffee shop, as my custom has been for a long time. And a phrase began to emanate within me, emanate from me, originate within me. And I was thinking about the words, “nothing else matters.” Made my way on down to the coffee shop, ordered my coffee, sitting there in the front window enjoying my mocha. I don’t remember what I was doing—reading, writing—enjoying my mocha. And I became aware of the music in the coffee shop. And I thought, “What a voice!” And as I sort of focused in on listening, I realized she was saying, she was singing the words: “Nothing else matters! Nothing else matters!”
You see, if there’s no registration of these happenings if you’re not aware, you don’t become conscious. But if you’re willing to become sensitive, not fragile, but aware, conscious, you can listen, you can hear more, and you can see more than you’ve ever heard or seen. Well, at that moment, I was in the coffee shop and hearing this incredible voice, this woman belting out these lyrics, “Nothing else matters.” I don’t think I’d ever heard the song, didn’t know it was a song. I jumped up, walked back and talked to the barista. Said, “Can you please tell me what that song is? Who’s singing that?” So they went over there and fiddled with their tablet computer and a playlist or whatever and they said, “Oh, that’s ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Postmodern Jukebox, featuring Caroline …” I don’t remember her last name—with the Postmodern Jukebox. Oh, Scott Bradlee! Scott Bradlee is the director, I guess, the leader of the Postmodern Jukebox. Terrific group!
So why do I tell you all this? Coincidence? Fortuitousness? Synchronicity? You can choose what you think, how you think, what you think about, and what you become conscious of. You have a great capacity. You have a great capacity! And it’s being squandered in the pew, in the squalor of the opulence of glass and brass and works of art highly valued. You have the capacity to love, to love love. You have the capacity to heal. You have the capacity to do all the miracles that Jesus did and more! But religion will keep you sitting there in a pew telling you to obey God, give honor to those who have responsibility for your soul, and that you should leave the driving to them, the preaching to them, because they went to seminary, they have a robe, a ring, a collar, a college degree. So you sit there and listen to them, and don’t make waves.
If you want to find out how unhumble your leaders are, begin questioning them. Go to them in humility, sincerity, and say, “I have some questions.” But don’t be naive like I was. When I really began to spend time on my knees, time in prayer, the quest to know what I called God directly and began to experience communication with God directly, I was so naive. I was in my twenties, married, had children. I actually thought I would be cheered on: “Wow! Tell me more! What’s happening? What are you learning? Share more, tell me!” Boy, was I mistaken!
I don’t want you to be naive. That’s why I sit here, that’s why I teach day after day, for you to be prepared to be the real you. And it takes guts! Gumption, gall, fortitude, tenacity, a sensitivity that you don’t let other people wring out of you, putting their poison into you, so you become the insipid, banal repetitioner of the artifacts of the past.
I don’t want you to suffer. I want you to heal people, and love love, and free each other to be the Christ in your shoes in this day and age, in the year 2026. The 21st century Christ, being the feminine divine, no longer misogynistic about it, no longer precluding the understanding, the knowledge, the wisdom, the truth that there’s more than you know.
If you want to protect your belief system, I’m sure you can find another channel, a preacher, teacher who will assuage your fears and say it’s all okay, Jesus paid the price, you just sit there, be a good little girl and boy, don’t make waves. Oh, and do your job, make money, bring it to the church, and just sit there in your depression, popping your pills with your addiction to sorrow in your ignorance.
My name is Grace Cottingham and I am responsible for these words. And until you are willing to make the hardest decisions of your life, where you become responsible for you, and you begin to enter your palace of light, no longer afraid of the king, no longer afraid of hell, no longer afraid, no longer letting the fearmongers write your life story, you can do so, but it’s very costly.
This is the School of Grace. The School of Love Loving Love. The School of the Feminine Divine. The School of the Synergy of One, the Creator’s Creator. Will you believe in me, Not, will you be me Meonics? Will you breathe the breath of God without even needing to call it God? Will you be the creator of you creating you, insignificant no more, no longer just looking for acceptance, comfort?
This morning, as I was having my coffee, sitting in my white chair over there, thinking, just pondering, letting creativity create, letting the word be the word: nothing else matters.
You see, I can teach you about the Kingdom day after day after day, for days, for weeks, for months, for years, where you know more and more and more and more about it, where you anticipate it, where you worship it, you prostrate yourselves before each other, you cry out. But when will anything change? When will you know who you are? When will you understand your capacity and do something about it? When will you act? When will you act? When will you take action, people? This is non-trivial!
If you’re serving the wrong God, even though you have been dedicated, diligent all of your life, a disciple of God, and that God is not who you think it is, do you want to know? Or do you just want to continue on the path, the trajectory that will inexorably lead you to end in death?
This is a non-trivial lesson. None of them have been trivial, but oh my gosh, especially in recent months.
You see, I’m getting to the point, I don’t care what you think—not! But it doesn’t matter. If I offend you, I’m sorry not. Or am I? I’m going to do what I’m going to do and I’m going to prepare the people who are willing to know more, than wear the label and be deceived, thinking one thing and doing another, doing one thing and thinking another, thinking you’re serving God, the God of love.
My friend, have no God before you, none at all. Otherwise, you’ll always be praying to God for a miracle. And what do I want? I want you to go do them! John 14:12: if you believe in me, you will do. You will act, you will perceive, you will become sensitive, you will begin to know where you’re right and where you’re wrong because you will seek correction in the humility of the leader who wants correction, who quests for correction and creates the courage of the Creator to create again.
I’ve taught—there are more than 3,000 video teachings of me teaching these past 20 years, online, free for your consumption, for your viewing. Not for your entertainment, or is it for something else? Could it be that you’re the Creator and haven’t known it? We haven’t been told we’re the Creator. We’ve been told we are the creation, and that some other entity, a superior force, a superior source, a superior intellect, a superior AI made us. And we’ve subjugated ourselves to sit on a pew, make cookies for fundraisers, have chicken suppers, men’s groups, women’s groups, programs for the kids—all in the name of what? In the name of God? That little three-letter word in English? Yahweh, Adonai, El Shaddai, Elohim? Or what magnificent name do you have for the one in your mirror, or the one with no arms and legs coming back from the battlefield?
I’m not asking you where your faith is; I’m telling you when you want to know the face of God face-to-face, for you yourself, it is not withheld from you. And any preacher, pastor, teacher who says you cannot know God face-to-face is a liar! whether they mean to be or not, no matter what their motive is.
My name is Grace Cottingham. I teach Meonics, and I come against the Christology not. I bring the faith not of another. I bring the face of God to be seen now in your mirror! And I stand a lot of little old ladies, men and women from every nation, tribe, and tongue—and you will see the fire raining down from heaven not, or will you see the sacrifice no more consumed on the altar because you’re no longer sacrificing yourself to be it?
Will you lead? Will you begin to do the miracles? The miracles! Have you studied? Are you sensitive? Are you listening to the music? Will you begin to assimilate the parts, the pieces, to understand the synchronicity of the Creator or simply the creation process that you no longer defeat in your own life? Will you change everything you do this day?
So many things are interesting, intriguing. It’s so nice to know so many things. You can spend your life learning, learning, learning. It’s time to re-create you in the power of your resurrection, in the power of normal love not, but LOVE who will love each other equally of every nation, tribe, and tongue, bar none. So change your government, your governance, and who governs you with a rod of iron and gates of brass no more holding you in their pew with the chains they tie around your neck of heavy burdens.
It takes a lot of guts to do a 180 where you’ve been told all your life: “Come down to the altar, come down to the altar! Give your life to God, give your life to God! Trust your life to Jesus, do his will!” Oh, yeah. Don’t forget, put your part in the plate, right? I understand.
I stand in the gap for the plates and the coffers of the cathedrals to be empty, not, but I tell you this: I am come that you might have life, not comfort in the pew, no longer thinking you seek God for favor to give you prosperity, a prosperity gospel, seed faith. I make leaders aware of your ability to lead no matter how cursed you’ve been, no matter how small you’ve been made by other people’s comments in their eyes, and their limiting you in what you can do, women especially.
My name is Grace Cottingham, and I know whereof I have believed not. I have know—I know who has, who has cuddled me in a romance not. I know what love looks like. And it’s nothing like it’s preached from the pulpit.
When you want to come face-to-face with God, you can, but it takes utter humility, because your ego will tell you you’re not worthy, tell you you’re a fool. And many will clasp the hands of your ego readily to keep you worshipping the icon of your God, the picture that you have in your psyche, your mentality, your brain, your consciousness, to keep serving it.
I want you to grow up. But alas, it is not easy.
I’ve told this more than once, a little story that I like so much: Mama comes in to her little girl and she says, “Honey, remember now, got to get up early in the morning. You’re beginning the second grade tomorrow.” Little girl says, “Mommy, I’ve thought about it and thought about it, and I’m not going to school tomorrow.” Wise mama says, “Why not, honey?” Little girl says, “Mommy, I’ve thought about it and thought about it and I’m not going to school anymore because I can’t think of a single thing I don’t know.”
That’s really the position that so many of us have taken, intentionally or not. Millions and millions and millions of people who pray have never done their homework, have never even read the words in red. They hear a few words on Sunday and think that covers it. They’ve always been a good person, try to do good. That won’t cut it!
Until you are ready to walk in your palace of light, whatever it costs you, whether you live or die, whether you breathe, whether you ensconce yourself in the role of a leader or not, will you no longer live being under the leadership of someone else? Will you cast off all of those robes, those chains that have held you in the psyche, the psychedelics of something else?
Until you are ready to ask questions, you will be led by fools. You will be led by people who want to teach you answers, and they will give you theirs. Until you are ready to cultivate the humility of a little child who comes in awe and wonder, you are going to be driven by your want, tormented by your lack of understanding, and your will to choose your own free will to do as you want. And you can do that. Everyone chooses.
How many sermons have you heard where people have even preached about a sin, what sin is. Sin! My dad told me when he was little—my dad was born in ’04. My dad was so cool. Anytime anybody said anything about his age or asked him what his age was, he never answered except by the answer: “Well, I was born in “4”. Yeah, 1904.
Until you’re ready to come as a little child in utter humility to face you without your own condemnation condemning you, you will be thwarted by the words outside of you that have come to you that you then replay, and you will judge you unworthy to walk into the King’s chambers and to walk up to the King’s chair and sit down and begin to do what you want to do where you heal a nation, and you free the lovers to live, and those who will live love will lead, and the governance of brutality won’t be here.
So if you want to bomb me, you could give it a shot. But I am this message, and my word goes forth and will not be limited by law nor the brutality of Satan. Satan? The brutality of the leaders who want to limit you, me, or anybody else, and all these people who want to limit women; friend, they won’t be in leadership because I am.
And who am I? I am all the people in this picture, no longer sitting on a pew, who begin to see the color, the color in each other’s faces, the vibrancy, the vibrancy, the dynamics of the rainbow, an energy like Joseph’s coat portrayed. You see, there’s so much more to the story. But religion wants to insert, assert its authority, and fill you with confidence that they are right and that you don’t have any ability to walk in the counsel of God where love, love, unconditional love communicates with you directly.
Don’t be naive. This is school, the School of Grace, the University of Grace.
The common people now no longer adorn your pews, you leaders who preach and preach and teach a message of faith, prosperity, that God is King and that you’re meant to die. I upset the apple cart and you will no longer have the reins of my message. I free Jesus the pattern all over this nation, around this world, and my message will permeate nations, and change asylums, change the hospitals, and change the system of education. For now you know, transformation does not come from the outside in, no matter what you legislate, no matter what rules you formulate. It will not be led by your algorithms, friend or foe.
Until you are willing to go within, until you are willing to experience the new covenant where you begin to experience it experientially, where you are no longer limited by your tongue or your ears or your eyes, or how articulate someone is, when you’re willing to be no more led by words, will you go inside? Where you take the robe off—the robe of your flesh, the robe of your understanding, the robe of what you think the visible empirical is!
Are you willing to dine with Melchizedek? I’m serious! This is non-trivial. This is not a laughing matter. Nothing else matters if you don’t know who you are! I’m asking you to no longer live your life for God, no longer seek the will of a God, no longer be under the will of a privileged class—you haven’t called them Nicolaitans, you call them temple leaders, preachers, pastors, priests.
It’s a big ask, I know. That’s why I’ve mentioned so many movies so many times, books, movies.
Well, I go now. I got up at 5:30 this morning. I didn’t want to, but I was awake, so I got up.
I’m tired of technology. I’m tired of log-on IDs and passwords, keyboards. I’m tired of majoring in the minors. I’m tired of dancing around the issue, the elephant in the room: Who is Christ? Will you be Christ? Not the Christian version, NOT the Christian version at all! This is not about faith. This is where you overcome all fear of death, hell, and the grave. You overcome the fear of rejection. You overcome the lion’s den, the fiery furnace, and the judgment of other people who condemn you, and realize many times it will be your own family. Haven’t you read that? The words are in red, more than one place. Those who will fight you when you want to know first-person love and let the love of love teach you directly, face-to-face, will you dine with Melchizedek? Will you enter in the Holy of Holies, the temple not made with hands, the temple not made with hands that is your consciousness? Will you lead now out of the pew? Millions exit those kingdoms of debt, despair, despondency, and depression.
Well, I go now. I’m going to walk—well, not that same street, Elk, but I’m going to head down to the coffee shop, maybe stop by the post office. I wonder so often why I even have that post office box. Maybe, maybe it’s because of my dad. Every morning, at some point, Dad would say—Dad had a great wit, Dad would say, “Well, got to go see a fella.” That was Dad-speak for “I’m going to the post office now, I’m going to go see some people.” Dad would take me with him. Wow, I think I actually recall his box number: 4532. It’s been a long time, I don’t know. I’m 75. When I was old enough to go with Dad, oh boy, nothing else compared. Nothing else mattered. I never even thought about asking Dad, “Where are we going?” because it didn’t matter. I was with Dad. And my mom was great, and I love her dearly.
I’m asking you to do things you’ve never done and think in ways that you’ve never thought. Begin to ask questions and question me, question the things I tell you, the things I share with you, the things I ask you. Question them! Ponder them. Let your covenant come into being—covenant?—let your creation process come into being, create it! Begin to surrender to create who you really are. Well, you’re the creator of you. You don’t know that? Okay, well I’m sharing with you, you’re the creator of you.
What was Mary’s response to the angel when she was told she’s going to conceive? She said, “How can this be?” Wise words! Open heart, willing to receive, willing to BE the miracle, not just know about it, willing to CONCEIVE—not the information, but the action, where you are creating you, you create the creator who happens to be you, to recreate you, to be ONE. O-N-E.
This is what One is. Becoming One is not about sex, not about gender, this is about entering the consciousness of One, where you no longer condemn you in your own separation because you no longer create the separation. We haven’t been taught in these terms, this vernacular, the lexicon of vocabulary, the comprehension. But now we’re learning a new way to learn from within.
I don’t have all the answers. I’m not your God, I’m not that persuasive. I have no silver tongue and I’m not the politician of your world. But I lead a nation, a nation of lovers, healers, leaders.
In the wee hours of the night, I wrote a note. At one point I woke up, this sentence was with me and I—so I can say I wrote it down, but I grabbed my phone, pressed the little mic button. Technology is good sometimes when it works, sometimes. But I don’t want to depend on it. Well, what did I say? “I am raising a class of leaders the world has never seen before.” My name’s Grace. I’ve talked about the new covenant for years. You see, I’ve given you the information, I’ve given you the path, I’ve talked about Meonics, I’ve talked about the utter humility of a child, I’ve talked about your capacity, I’ve talked about Jekyll and Hyde, day after day. If you only want information, there are many people that will provide it. But I’m going on, because I’m not going to sit here day in and day out and babysit your want of information. I am not your comforter. And when you want to lead, you can come see me. You know where I live. You know what I drink.
My name is now… I have served you notice. I have bowed before you time after time and you choose now. You will choose this school and come to it and create it, or you won’t. You know my values, you know my path. I’ve talked about my values, my plans, my parents, my hurts and my wounds, my naivety. And I’ve told you where I’m going and what I’m doing now. You choose.
I love you all. This is Grace Cottingham in a man’s body at the moment, looks like flesh, tired of technology, tired of the streams of information and words and comments that only take up room in someone’s psyche. But it’s all believable, not. But I’m no longer under the arms or the hands of the belligerent whose voice wants to control me with theirs. I am love in action.
Grace Cottingham, Meonics.one—O-N-E—Box 34. You know where I am. Choose well, my dear.
I love you all because I know who you are. I know what you look like when you take that flesh off, and when there’s no airs, no pretense, no pathological liar enrobed in a religious story programming you. I know what you can see and experience, the new covenant, BEING Christ in your shoes, women, men. Have no God before you, and with utter humility look you in the face and see the face of God. You’re no bastard, you’re not a bitch, you’re not illegitimate. You’re not made for relationship, you’re the King of kings being invited to dine with Melchizedek at the table of One and heal your nation.
Good day, love, see you later. Thank you for sharing, subscribing to this channel—oh, do what you want, because my words are not going to change your actions, because I respect you and you have free will, because I appoint your authority not, you have it regardless to be the equal me, do all the things I did and all the things I go do now.
I am One, not worried about the finish, for I create the new beginning. Be with me, BE me, the One. Good day, see you later.
New website, new name: Christ in Affliction No More. See you later, folks.
Good day.