School of the Collective Consciousness of One

Transcript of Grace Cottingham teaching
September 23, 2026

Website: meonics.one

Hi, folks. Wonderful people, Angels, O The First Degree!

Getting married not again to an oath that keeps you here. Are you school in the consciousness of one, creating it, the school, the consciousness, the merriment, the joy, the ever-forming me? Will you form me in your veins without vanity this time?

You see, the School of Me is coming forth to heal a nation. And I will be Israel among the stars of me, no longer limited to this land you call yours, Earth of. I’m a cosmic being, or am I simply one who surrendered to be me and learn, to listen and interact with the consciousness of one.

The consciousness not aberrational to you, or are you no more aberrating to be the abnormal you? The cosmic citizen of? Will you no longer be landed on Earth to locked be here? Will you move now among the cosmos freely, the cosmic classroom, picking you up? Not again. Or am I a school, but of one?

The consciousness, you see, that we all collective are, understanding it now, ourselves of, to be our self in the cosmos of affliction no more. We heal your land. Will you be aberrational no more to the thought of you, indigenous of? Or are you but changing how you leave your mark on this world? Or will you no more be marked by the beast that has four legs or just two, walking in your armament, your flesh of, your ignorance, your ignoring waves?

The consciousness of me comes forth. And I am a collectiveof sorrow no more. My name is Grace Cottingham, a girl no more hurt thinking, you thinking I’m a man. Or am I changing? But the fusion of me, not the energy with, or am I changing the Earth? Or are you the collective, of sorrow no more? Will you be the school of one, too? Will you be in my school that I teach in? Now daily like this, all around Eureka Springs?

If you show up, I’ll come. Or will I come, or are you coming to show you me, not again, you, but to be me? That we are a collective consciousness of one, creating the creator again who creates the creators, who fool ourselves no more in the dimensions of other, you thinking you’re Tomcat of or wanting missiles, Polaris of? I change your North Star or not. I change it all. And who am I? A collective consciousness of one. I create the creators who see now the creator was them all the time, that you are who become you are the cosmos, the cosmic citizen of. No longer blanketing your penmanship to be sorrow of. I cursive me in the iteration of you, not. I make my name known. I’m the consciousness of one.

You see, you thought I were angels. You claimed to be something else. Or will you no longer awry at your own identity be, awed in? Or will you change what you speak with this day? Will you speak with me and tell me you are coming to Eureka Springs? You’re creating a school, too? In the consciousness of one that never dies, never lives not again, or will you live the life of the one consciousness creating the creators again who create this creation to no more be in isolation of you?

I’m in Eureka Springs for now, and if you show up, I’ll teach. I said that before, you know. I recorded a message, lesson, teaching months ago, maybe last year.

When do classes start? When people show up.

If you think I’m a nut, it’s all right. It’s okay. You see, this is not establishable by me a flesh man operating in my intellect and power, the prowess of my tongue or what neurons want to produce.

I am the spiritual me, the technological me, the prophecy of you, not; or are you the jumping-off place, no more of sorrow? Will you enter into me and know me, the consciousness who creates creators rather than the born-again you that remains in sorrow because you think you have been born again and haven’t? And you don’t know what to do with yourself. You wonder who I am. You are.

Pardon me, I’m going to cut the light off. I thought that overhead light was on.

Better sight, vision now. Or are you no longer locked into yours? Will you see not limited to the scope of your vision of your two eyes? Will you see into paradise now? Because you’re creating it.

You see, technology and spirituality are not separate. You think so, but you’re not. For you are a technological machine, not? Or are you a biological, bionic no more, with the bionic right arms? Or will you see my whole body is me?

And I collect the righteous, not. But I do a lot of miracles among me. Or are you becoming me, doing the miracles that you thought were separate and the prowess of someone else’s power? Will you change what you believe for or what you create, what you collect, not again, the patterns of light or changing your FM, AM stations? Or will you be the transceivers of light, the entire energy spectrum knowing, no longer operating in just your little narrow bandwidth of your thinking mechanism?

I create the consciousness of one school, and I’m going ahead whether you come or not. And I do the things I want to do. And I want to do all the things that Jesus did. All the miracles he performed. Or was it his Father doing them? Or is it the consciousness being referred to as the divine mother, no more of sorrow, but the sisters of Jerusalem not, but we change everything on our head, and we are no more the sorrowful sisters of mercy wanting from a man, a patriarchal God, a system of sorrow, permeated in our genes. I’ll wear the blue of sorrow not, but I’m wearing the cold me not again. I do the things I want to do because I am in authority. I have been blessed with yours, not, with yours not; I have created mine, the knowledge of the technology of the words, the formulas not, or am I no longer your mathematical sorrowful algorithms of?

I change sorrow not, I produce light. I open my school to the common me, the common people who have tuition or not, because I don’t collect any. I don’t charge any.

Or are you changing where you live in the thought world of you no longer conquered by your thought waves, the systems of? Will you see a mighty move of revival, not? Will you resurrect you, the consciousness of one in, to be, the Holy Spirit, no more separate from, no matter what you call it?

My name is I love you. I’ve loved you. I love you still. But I am no longer still, I am in action, not the emotion of you. I am celebrations of me all over this land, in many homes and fellowships, and offices of delight, where I missionate the purposeful of you not, but I open my consciousness of one to all who will be it. And I teach love My name is Grace Cottingham in Eureka Springs, Arkansas for the moment. A century? Until you get here.

Are you teaching now, like this? At this very table? Do you live here? Or are you changing everything the scope of your vision sees now to encompass, not the limitations of your sorrow where you ensorrow each other?

The school of the consciousness of one is complete not, but it’s being created now with the lovers who will love, law not again, the things of this world patterning, for I have my pattern. And Jesus became my pattern. And I saw it. I touched it, I felt it, I heard it, I listened, I obeyed, not; I wrote. I picked up my pen and cursively, cursed you not, but rejected your authority to heal me to keep me in a body form of you.

Or are you writing a book now? Not the book of your law, but the book of your new covenant, the covenant with you. The book that rejects being stamped out on an assembly line where technology eats you alive. Will you change all that you do with this that’s mounted between your ears, you call the head of Christ not, or will you be subject to it no more of a separate deity? Will you be the consciousness of one, no longer the collusion of sorrow, commandeering the weak? Or will you say you are strong now, in the name of the Lord, not, but in the name of your purpose, your mission, task, role, and tongue, not again of sorrow? Will you see the consciousness coming forth that creates the creators who create this land without sorrow, no more brutalizing each other.

My name is… now, here I am in Eureka Springs willing to teach you if you show up. I’ll guide your pen, not; I’ll let you sit in this chair and, do what you want to do, not, or will you bow before everyone and heal them? Will you live the love and not the law anymore of your religion and all the limitations that you think curtain you off from reality? Or are you seeing an energy supply? Or are you walking through the veil that creates it, or changing all that you think you exist as? Will you be the real you? Will you do all the things that Jesus did and multiply the fishes, the fish, the loaves of bread? Will you heal your country?

Will you no longer be worried about the shape of your bank account? Or are you living with a purpose where you never vow to death again to be its biological warfare for? Or are you your DNA changing by the words of truth who live everlastingly comfortable, not again in sorrows, body of light?

I’m in Eureka Springs. And I don’t know if I’m ready for this or not. I really don’t know. I think I am, so many times I’ve thought so, said so. But I’m not interested in your challenging natures. You see, I don’t have all your questions’ answers. I don’t have the answers for all of your questions. I’m not the belligerent me. I’m not the head of sorrow. And I’m not your head, your guide, your spiritual guru. I’m me, a common man who loves a woman that found out it’s me. I’m one, not your elemental understanding of you. So I love you all equally. And I am belligerent not, but I am broadcasting me. And the transceivers of you no more limit us. We are the consciousness of one, the angels coming back into our birthright to be us.

So I change everything, and I’m in Eureka Springs for now—a man, a woman, a transvestite no more. Or do I do what I want to do, say what I want to say, see what I want to see? Are you the authority of you no longer under another? Are you willing to worship no other God, where you have no God before you? Will you be the elemental understanding of this, not with your periodic table of sorrow? Will you change the atom of you, or the Adam, or the Adamic race? Or will you be adamant no more that you are without a God or that you’re not it? Will you see you’re the collective purpose of mankind, not again, its sorrow of?

I create the consciousness of one in love. And my name is Theodore Cottingham, not… but shall travail come to the church, or will they know Grace?

You see, I talk like this. This is how I preach, I teach, I speak. It’s how who I am goes all over the Earth for you to be the Christ in your shoes, not the Christian of. I have taught against Christianity not, but I have told you many times and explained how they have convoluted the message and truncated the sorrow not, but maximized it through their pulpits that preached prosperity, and that God is dead, or that God was male, or that God was afar off, or that you were made from a rib. And none of that is true.

But I am. And I heal the land of the sorrowers not, but the humble who will heal each other and prepare the meals in joy of joy, mercy, and peace.

So I don’t know if I’m ready. And yet it’s been 23 years.

But a table is being prepared now, complete with the witnesses of me to be wed to no other but to the consciousness of one, where we no more collect to hold hands in sorrow and pray to an imminent God.

My work is done not, but I no more worship another. I hold hands with freedom not. I free the arms that have hung down and shackles been in sorrow’s chains, because of biological warfare not, or was it just your words that responded to your wants and wishes, your features, your motives, your heart, your longing, your yearning to all be one now? Will you all be one and understand the power of grace, where you bow before each other—Namaste or not, red bindis or not, saris or turbans or tattoos or not? Will you love me? Will you be me, making recordings like this? If you are in this school.

Choose well, my dear, following not another. Begin to lead you out of where you’ve been. Start a YouTube channel, make a recording, share it with me. You can put it on YouTube; it doesn’t have to be public. You can put it on YouTube, and when you upload it or when you go live, you choose whether it’s public or not. Or you can just send me the link.

This is about technical guru land, not, but I change a lot of technology here, no longer limited to your spectrum.

Here I am, not trying to be anything else. No showmanship. No persuasive oratory. Just love in two shoes for each other who will heal this land and promise no other yours of sorrow. Be lifted up now in the honor of you.

I love you. Thank you for sharing these moments, for understanding. Thank you for the hours that you have listened. And now the Holy Grail, no more seek of another, but simply your crown of righteousness, where humility you walk in day and night to no longer feel gravity needed to keep you to keep you here.

I love you all. My name is Grace Cottingham, Meonics.One. That’s M-E-O-N-I-C-S dot O-N-E.

And I’m changing everything about my name, my purpose. I’m the consciousness of one school, the collective not of sorrow. So you will see my name change. And I will be yours, betrothed to you, not, or will you betrothed be to know other, but the consciousness of one bringing it forth, no more as sorrow’s child does.

I love you all. I witness me. I told you, if you show up, I’ll teach. I’ll meet—I don’t know where: the coffee shop, the library, the hillside. But it won’t be like you think, for I teach like this and I live, I laugh, I love, I play pickleball. I like mochas, Americanos. And I drink my share of love and light with you all who will be me at my table, the collective of one.

Thank you for being here. If you would like a copy of this transcript, one that I underline some things, highlight… I now have been operating so that I use a different AI now. You know I record these, and I use a different AI now to transcribe it. So I have the transcription back, sometimes within minutes. But then I take time, and I sit down, and I use a word processing program that I’ve encountered lately. It’s fantastic! One that’s free! Better than anything I know that you can buy—OnlyOffice. One word: OnlyOffice. And they have a Linux version that runs on my Ubuntu laptop. And I’m getting a new one not, or am I changing all technology here upon the Earth so that you are no longer the angelic cowards of sorrow who want to remain here in your breath with the baggage of your flesh?

If you would like to examine the transcript, read it, ponder it, research it, evaluate it, explore it, consider what, how is said, who is to whom, for what reason… Will you be the energy of one, no longer vocalizing your sorrow? Be the original you. I’m the collective of one, perishing no more. I’m who I am no matter what you call me. My name is love.

I’ve loved you. I love you still. I bow, I go. You’re invited. Eureka Springs, Arkansas. Grace in love with you all. See you later. Share this channel, share your love. You know how to reach me. You know where I am. And you know this offer stands. And I’m no more reclusive about it.

Let’s do what we’re here for, not. Let’s be who we are, the collective consciousness who in sorrow’s sphere no more limits us to what we’ve known. Eat the bread of illusion no more, and be no more in sorrow with your veil. Be the real you and see it all change now at your hand who do the miracles now. You have a pattern, plus. Be it all unto you as you create the living Lord no more again, but the Ancient of Days will no more romance you, but Melchizedek will, or is it the collective consciousness that we now have a school for, a school of?

My name is one. And I love you all. Good day. See you later. The consciousness of one, the collective consciousness of one, seals me shut no more, but opens my life out to you all, and what this means, I’ll experience. I’m willing. I trust. I know who I have believed in. And I am the one I thought I worshipped, who tells me now, it’s all of you who will be me. We’re all one.

See you later. Good day. You know where I am for now, and how to reach me. You’re invited. Good day. Invite others. Good day.