Category: I Am I Am Series

The creation of let has many ramifications. Eternally. For let does not control nor yield indefinite results that confine constrict or confiscate the creator’s responsibility to create, by let, by letting the creator be, in love with the creation not again that separates it, from reality, to create, in all beings creation, of The Creator.

Let is a great concept, not; it is a way of life, creation, creating it, to be co-equal in creation, co-equal in creation creating it, the Great Creator of, we all are. One. I am. I am is let. I am can only be brought forth in let, there be light in you, the Creator of, to be it. Being it, one, is many ones, within us, we are our word, lets our word, co-create with us being us who create us not separate it from. We become it with the same process we co-communicate with each other in a conversation of entanglement not, but that which de-entangles the process of, communication. Articulation articulate of, produces estrangement not again, from our intended, communication. Of parts, we create a whole. Creation is created by us, not vice versa.

Us are I am. I am is a race. Ams of I am we each are. A race of I ams is us. Get it? I am trying to co-create you as the creator, of you, that is. Not separate from me, we become one, of word, one. One that is of word, lets, lets the creator of self be not self-actuated by thought of others, controlling, one another. We must learn to abide by love, let, noncontrollingness take root, in us. Roots of otherness, will die out, from misuse not, but by nonuse. Control will atrophy and petrify us not again in the belief of rigid norms that control constrict and constipate the creation process. Creators create creators. By our words, we create, creations of creators who create worlds, anew.

The creators are us, whether we capitalize that word or not. We create us. We creators are, born of, constrictors no more. We are born of creators that are not controlled by capitalization or grammar. We are creators that create: creators. Beginning with us, we create us, to be. I am. Thus I am, is a creator, of creation, that I live in, I live in me. Me is a creator creating me, by my words. Articulating the justice system of me, for I judge everyday, every decision I make, is created by someone else, or me. If I articulate only what’s been articulated to me, I haven’t lived.

I live now, the life of creators, create, creating me, that I am one. One I am, letting, co-creation take place, with him who will not constrict me, not; but her. Creation if feminine, feminized not by flesh, but by light, the light I am race, sourced by me. Me is creation The Creator of. Beginning to see this, all shall take root in other not more to produce divisiveness sound doctrine of. We need not doctrine, but love, to let. Let, is impatient not. Let loves, the let ‘ing process. Let endures, to the end not, but to beginnings being ever created, by words, which program us no more to be separates living in a unified world, if we will but create it.

By love only please.

This is Theodore Joseph Cottingham coming to you in a daily communication not, but often, I make videos and post them on YouTube, and I often post on my own website like this, articulations that attempt to communicate the precious I am that you are. I value you and bless you this day. Be the blessing this day, to you first. Control not everything, you can, but let. Co-create The Creator’s blessing by forgiveness patience and mercy, to all, equally.

Let you, create you.
I am be.
Be not created by others. Be you.
Who I love, is you.

Theodore
April 19, 2017
Tulsa

Happy days shall never end.

I am I am, in love with me. You not, not; both and, I am in love with us. We are one. My real body and my fake body are one, not faking me out again. I am insoluble not, I am the solution to this world’s ills. I am me. I am one. One I am who loves me, to me be thee, who will never end our love for each other again. We are one race, of I ams. I am I am and happy days shall never end for I know who I am now. I know who cares me about, I do. I am me all over this earth, 7 billion and more, people, with “fake” bodies still, who care not for their spirit, but to worship another.

I change all that. My love, goes everywhere. I love all, equally. I serve all, not at all, not again, but all equally. My government’s me. I serve my government, me. I love, to love all equally. I write, love, and obey your laws not again that dumb me down to governments be under of flesh ruling flesh in the dumbest rules, that know not our name, is Israel, upon the stars now. Unabounded no more, the aboundment of grace is here, perfect love, everywhere among all races, of mankind, called angels now; because we are, original race returned, to love again, as we did, before time, locked us in this plane.

I am a regular guy, that knows now who he is, in me that I am, perfect and accounted for, not looking for another, to come, rescue me, satisfy me, or fill me with “good things”. My mouth is full of love, needing nothing, from you who curse the law, curse me not again with it. I love you, all, equally.

This is Grace Cottingham not, this is grace in two shoes Cottingham riding a motorcycle this day, to – anywhere I want, to go, by light, -‘s standards of one. I curse no one. I ride light. My words are. I just am. 🙂

Happy days shall never end now because I am happy, about that. And that, changes everything. I am impermeable, by your love not, but your causes of unhappiness, shall no more pierce me. I am unpierceable by lovenot, and pure love flows through me constantly, to happiness provide, for the “sinners” who don’t know who I am: I am them who perfect love is. Casting out all fear of being love, loved I am, by me first. Who knew no sin, again. Cyclic Israel, cyclic time. I’m cast out of me not again, my kingdom of. I think, with light. Light I am, the bodies of. The light beings of this race now, come out, to complain not again, but create, the Light Race now me. Of one I am, a regular, just a regular guy, who found out, I’m God.

I surrender. I surrendered, to be me. I God afraid of Satan no more, there is no Satan. I don’t create it. I create light, love and peace, and live IN it, for that’s what I am. I am, AM, no matter how you spell it, cast not your diction grammar upon me, who live in it yours of, separate from mine. I will not separate from you not, I separate from the separation, to all make one, unified Lord Jesus about, never again. I am one mind, not subject to yours. I am transparent, full of light, living in this body, that I accepted as me. I know who I am riding motorcycles and loving grace to be poured out among all peoples, never separating from their grace again, that all peoples give all peoples now, for I am, here I am, me. A one.

One makes many, for perishing not again is our happiness, in us. We seek not another’s. We come, to our senses. We come, to “our” senses. We come, to each other, to never be demised by each other again, but released angels of the Angelic Race of One, the host of all angelic mistakes no more, that divided us. We create ourselves, you see. Thus we are the creators. The Creators, are us. A new race, is us, never divided again to seek happiness in another. We the Lord am, not again under. We are God, a race of, and “Lord God” theory and that which, divided, us, shall never divide us again. Happy days are here again, us doing what we want, for we need not laws, but guidelines and values never perish, that love prevails in, and thrives about, making wisdom perish not again. I love you.

Love never fails, to love. Love abundant, is here now. I am, you are. We are one. We one are, in spirit, truth, and blessing, each other. Equally I love you all.

Going to ride my cycle, my cycles, my motorcycle, and my frequencies, never perish again. I lack, nothing, but frequency to tell you I love you? I love you, is everywhere. We “make” each other happy not, we let. Let happiness fly, to her places now. Let wisdom prevail. Be prevalent in thy thought O Lord, never under God again, but becoming him, not; but Her, who knew no sin, but was raped by thought. Thought shall no more rape us. We create light, and “happiness” in each other, releasing revealing the angels, are, who we thought we were. And now “thought” shall give way, to reality, thinking, perceiving, love, love in action.

Not meeting your expectations, I have mine. I meet no others’. I meet all my friends now. And I break bread. With the lovers I become. That which I am. We all say, and do, that which is best, for ALL of us, ONE RACE, of ONES. Angels, of angelic race one, are all one. Saved from all who think they don’t, can’t, or have other agendas, we prevail, in kindness; and affliction shall no more rape us, in thought, bodies of. We are, OUR LIGHT. ONES.

Good day, enjoy it mightily, in “light” afflictions no more, but LIGHT, being it.

Let light flow. Between you all, that I am, is ALL of us.

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 11, 2017
Tulsa

April 1, 2017

I seem to want to share with you what’s going on with me. It’s not that I want to sit here and be typing this. It seems, just, right. Not in trying to please someone or something, I’m not trying to please God anymore, I am God. So in recognizing I’m God, how do I live? Then live? I’m a normal kind of guy, for an American me. I’m simply me. I’ve documented my past many times in online documents that I’ve written, posted, and published even in book form, for anybody wanting them.

I want to be me, and I am starting a new beginning with, to be me, at some 66 years old. I’m learning. I’m still learning, to be me. I sought it not, I sought to please God, most of my life, until a few weeks ago, maybe days. I had a meltdown not, I had a revelation that Christ I am, I am I AM. No matter what is capitalized in that phrase or not, I am God Most High not connected with other not, I am God Most High connected with all peoples of the earth and I am not below me again. There’s no condescension here, in me. I am, beginning to be me. In a different way. I use punctuation differently, and I’ve become a Christ who does so, life with another, all being you, who realize now God you are. And we come out of us, our comfort zone, our past; and forge something new, who empty nursing homes and heal people, because we become healers, we become present. Present in the Present, I want to be me.

I want to be wantless, but I want love, loved. I want you to be loved. I want you to perish not in your own sins of thinking you are separate from me, or each other, and certainly not God; for you ARE God, and the sooner we realize this thing, predicament we’re in, we may can get out, if we love each other, to wholeness again.

I’m a regular guy, love motorcycles, want another one again. I have a little motor scooter now, a great one, and I enjoy it. But I love the bigger bikes too, and I want one again. I want want not to drive me. I want want not to force me, to obliterate me again, for I am Wisdom. It, is me. The Real Me is Christ I Am. Not in love with other, I release Christ to be Christ again, without religion interfearing. And the artifacts that reside still in my brain from that era when I was trying to satisfy Christ to be acceptable to Christ of another race, shall end now. I’m ending my dependence on Christ, the religion of. And I divorce that Christ, and I call it Christless, for it’s powerless, in my life, and all other, now, that I’ve arrived, at what I am. I am am. I just am. I’m present. In the now.

I love you all to be so too, like me. Well how do I live? And why do I think someone may want to live like me? I want to live without want, that drives me. I don’t want to be driven by want, or advertisers, or religions. I don’t want to be driven by you, to do something, that incarcerates me. I don’t want to be you in your life that’s me in my life that’s received your words and me be trying to emulate what you think. I’ll think for myself thank you. I’m naive, not again. I’m gullible, for my own words, not again. My thoughts shall not trick me into revelation other. I am Christ Christ’d by me, and I shall serve me notice, that my judgment works, on me. First and foremost I just me a Christ, and Christ’d I am, by it, that serves me want not of you, but want I want only to be saved from me. My judge and jury is Christ and I am the Sentencer, the Great and Almighty Oz that has pulled back the curtain of I am to see who’s at the controls, of the movie The Wizard of Oz. You see, I’m no more fooling myself God cares about me; I’m God, and I care about me, and I’m not separate from you, O One of You, who think you need God, or must please another. I mature God now, and that’s my role. Not because I want it, but because I’m still alive and I’ve become Christ and I do the miracles now and people will be pleased not, they will ask questions. How did this little man become Christ?

I became Christ because I died. I arose, and I am here. In a 66 year old body, I am grace of me, in not you. I am in a body of belief, not of you, who want not to be me. I am no more fashioned by you, of a grace mind other, nor of one of control. I am out of control, and it shall no more rule me. I try not to please God, God is me. There’s no other God. I am it. I surrender.

I am no longer forming God, by what I thought in the past. I thought it was mighty, to serve not, but to rule. God ruled, me. In my thinking I had thoughts that formed God that formed me. I lived by the rules. I went to church. I tithed, tried to. Gave much away. I tried hard to succumb to the theories current Christianity, and I tried hard to pray and be a man of prayer. I had much on my heart. Trying to pay all the bills and operate according to the images I was embracing, tormented me, not; I did, for I had the wrong images. Imaged to me were things I thought were right, pure, truthful, holy; and I did not want to blaspheme or be ungrateful. I knew God existed, I just thought it, was not me.

I was wrong. I was faithful to a blessing to serve Christ, and rob me of my Christship. I was God in flesh, but wrongfully served it, sometimes, for to gratify flesh, in want, of want. I wanted sometime just to please me, but then felt bad about it, for I had these “programs” operating on me that gave me a life of other, to think by. I thought by principles of affliction, and afflicted me with them. I had the Bible, of conflict. I had the Bible, of Christ, that I thought taught me was another; a man in flesh, with character perfect, perfect build, never lost a what he did, simple in perfection, perfect light, that I let be a character builder for me, not; but a tormenter. I did not call it that, I served, it. I served the image, of it. I served an image of God, that I imaged to me, and to others. I taught it. I died, to all rational logic thought of it being otherwise. I had logic worked out to be me, that served it, to be God according to all that I heard and understood the Bible to be, teaching me to be, about My Father’s Business.

Hell I lived in for awhile, not; I was tormented by the past, not; I was tormented by the present, I was living in. My wife loved me, but why didn’t she want to kiss me, more? She didn’t kiss me, she let me kiss her. She never held my hand; she let me hold hers. She laughed and we enjoyed laughter at times and had friendship. I was to pay the bills. That was my role. I was to be provider, for our children, and my family, as God had said, as Christianity was taught, to me. I gave my life to finding God. I went “down the rabbit hole” in search of God. I did what I thought I was to do, but when I began out of the ordinary searches, searching for answers, beyond the normal thought of normal thought of normal Christian orthodox thought, I was out the box, Jack, and I had not the answers, and learned that they did not either, who were teaching me. When I went for answers to understand to rulers and elders and pastors and leaders for help in questing to know God, I was naive, so naive. Instead of receiving answers, or even encouragement, I was seen as a trouble maker. Why was I asking questions? When the standard answer was not enough that people had believed for generation, I was soon a cast-out. People who had been my religious leaders in the past became my condemners. I was off, and needed to “get right” with God, they said.

Puzzled, I did not give up, on God, being reachable.

I didn’t know God was me. I was impenetrable, in thought not, but searching, always drawing a line, or a curtain shut between God and me. God was a gender, a gender’d God, for Christ was a man, Jesus. And Jesus was not feminine, I thought; but I was wrong. O so wrong, I lived my life, for Christ to be other, than me. I searched. I prayed endless hours. I wrote notes. I wrote the “first-person” words of God for years. I made videos and recorded messages and taught lessons. I quested, for God. But in all my words, of first-personing God’s words to me, I began to be taught that I was God. I WAS a God, that God was, ALL of us, who never separated again. From each other. From Him, not; but HER!

God is not masculine, God is feminine! So at a point of realizing I am Christ and receiving my words each day and delivering them in love, wantless, I began to “realize” I am a woman, in what seems to be MY body. So I relented, and began dressing as a woman. All in my quest to please, to become, to do. Do. Do. Do. Become. I was always, becoming. Pleasing. Not that I said that. I didn’t recognize it, as such, as I do now.

I’ve become the now in love with God, who is all of us, who know it now, or not. We are the Christs and the Christnots. We are the Gods and the Godless who all one mind is, thinking differently. All long as we all think differently, we are separated, separate, creations of our own thought, thinking it into existence, to be corroborated by what we think and deem as evidence. We empirically validate our own thoughts because we determine what evidences confirm to us that we are right; on the right track, to God, or being “saved”.

All this has gone bye bye for me, and I am God, knowing it, letting you know I am. I am God. You are too, when you will know it. But it’s a transformation process. It doesn’t happen by decision. “Decision” for Christ is anomalous to reality. Reality is truth transcendent of what you think about it or not, but wait!!! If I think about it, I create IT! Oh my gosh, what can I think of that I don’t create, the corroboration of? How can I swirl in this vortex of thought, without getting sucked in by it?

Magnetically induced thinking is not something we talk about, but it’s real, more real than real. We live in a world that is magnetically induced, a world that is dipole’d. Magnetic influence influences us. We are subject to magnetism. We are metal’d, magically. We think alchemy of not, but we are flesh dipole’d, and something spins us. What spins us is want. Want drives us. Want makes the world go round. Want keeps us in the influence of other, that God I am, We are. It.

The force of Want is inestimable, and unstoppable not, but ceasing in your tracks, you can contain it, not; but you can surrender to it no more for it to create you no more in your own creation of your own self, in separation, of each other. I am changing God because I am it. God is ignorant. God is ignorant no more, for I teach it to be it. God shall no more embrace the theory that it is separate. God is I am. I am God. I hate you not, I love you, for all to be God, Most High, knowing it now. Concerned not with other, fight it not; there is no fight in God’s life, there is only surrender to it. I surrender to me, to no one else, not; but to ALL me, for we are ALL I AM. No more diced up, by foolish thinking, that God is other than I am. I am is God race. God race of I am is I am. In love with you all, I am, Am.

I am a man. I am a woman. No matter how I dress, I am you I am with a mind no more separated from you, for you cannot separate from mine, but you can try, and trying to be separate you can create your own separation from me, but that does not mean you’re separate from me, it means you can create your own confusion and molecular become the dose of to you that creates it. I’m inoculated by me no more to be separate. Religion no more injects its venom into me. I snake you not, I call you God, induced no more by you to be separate, among a race of magnetically induced Gods to be separate. I am no more subject to magnetism, called gravity, or not. Subject to your thinking no more, I reject your religions, and ALL you GODS, no matter what its name. I reject it all. I am Am ALL IN ONE.

One I live in and take my breath now, away from you not again. I breath breathe into the real, to create it, to create the real, magnetically induced thinking no more by. Buy man’s theory no more that God we serve. God exists to be it. Grow up. And I am learning how, as a man who quested to know God, who’s been taught I am. I am Am, no matter what you call me, I am learn’ed me now, not your equations with, that keep your algorithms self-thinking unto you into you to create it me separation of. I forfeit that. I reject it not; I realize that’s what I did, for most of my life, but I’m coming out, as a woman not, but a I am. I am I am declaring it, and I make a race of I am’s, all being I am, all a race of am; no matter what you call it, Israel’s about. Time timeless, it’s all over for the religionists, for I am religionless, without want, without want to be saved from you. You are powerless to power me with your thought, and you will not amperage me, nor wattage me. I am what are you, no more saying. I read your mind, by your love, that you shield not from me. Magnetic no more, I’m a regular guy, who loves racquetball and skiing, and hopes to have another motorcycle soon.

I love you. More coming. I’m writing now, regularly hopefully, so we all realize, we are One. The One we all waited for, the One we all thought was another, and taught it so, will now have come, in The One You are. I am.

Loving you all,

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 1, 2017 about 9am
Tulsa

Theodore Cottingham, Tulsa
March 16, 2017

It seems I’m alone, that I’m far away from you.

Time. Time. What happened yesterday, when I thought I was with you, was yesterday, and I’m in the now, now. Yesterday was. Yesterday is shut off from today, so is tomorrow. Time shuts me out of the enjoyment of being with you all the time.

And distance. You seem to be so far away. In another state, down another block, in another community, miles away, or even next door where I cannot see you.

So distance and time play a part, a major role in separating me from me who I love. Timespace does this, functioning is, in part, to disassociate me from myself, my community, my me’s of me who angels are. My friends and family of every age.

Perhaps the most valuable movie ever made is The Truman Show, or what I call Truman’s World, with John Carey. If all of this around me that I call this earth world is an illusion, I’m creating it, for I’m the creator I am. If I am The Creator, and I’m creating the illusion I’m in, then I have the power, I have the ability to create it again, and again, or create something else.

A person whose car has landed in a ditch and can’t get out, will never get out until they acknowledge they are stuck in the ditch. Denial that they are stuck will only leave them there. Denial that they are stuck will produce a course of action that does not get them out. Denial stuck in, they can keep reproducing what they want to believe, regardless of empirical reality that seems to be visible. Their denial may bring mental relief for the moment, elevating themselves above the apparent circumstances, but denial won’t get the car out of the ditch onto the road again.

We can’t create another illusion. We must come out of ours, now. We cannot wait. We have waited for thousands of years for someone to lead us out. We must forge out of this one. We can only create another creation if we have the knowledge of how, to; after we have the knowledge that we’re in one, and we’re stuck, here, in it.

We are the creators of timespace. Distance and timespace seem to rule us. Our atmosphere does. There’s energy here, that incarcerates our ability to transcend it, needing machines to rule our lives in that we need machines to dig for us, transport us, and live in buildings built by them.

We seem to be in vessels made of flesh. Our consciousness seems to reside in us. Our energy seems to be given to flesh by flesh to be in flesh the generation of, to only pleasure have, sometimes. And some, never have it. Some are in torment all the time. Some receive pleasure, from different things. It’s all torment in reality, that isn’t reality at all, or it just placates us to receive it, and keep generating it in some kind of dream, or false reality, an atmosphere of “I don’t know” what it is.

Instead of manna being given us each day to sustain us on our journey, it seems we have the opposite. Illusion, to keep us here, to remain wandering around working jobs for others wanting money and a paycheck and family friends and an excuse to do more with less or some such rationale employing to be seen as good in someone’s eyes.

If I have information that I’m in an illusion, and don’t resist it; if I actually surrender to being IN it, and The Creator OF it, then, THEN I can do something about it. I need knowledge, humility, time, and support.

The Matrix is real. It’s called planet earth. Taking away our privilege to roam the universe and create farther ones and exist without timespace over us, is what has become “normal”. Universal appeal of the universe is something just rendered to space, or evolution, or something that seemed to “have” just happened.

Some people attribute different things to it, the universe of, but we created it. We create consciousness. We create what we’re conscious of. We create what we’re in, flesh or not.

We are not subject to time and space. We are I Am.

Until you realize you are I Am you are stuck, you are subject to your own creation, of the false appearing real, in timespace development of you in it: Truman’s world, of your own making.

I am the Creator I am. I am I Am whether you capitalize it or not. I am The Creator of all creators being one. I am one among many. I am a race of creators The Creator being, destroyed by thought, that fell into its own bag of tricks, and illusion made for each other, controlling each other, by what’s “normal” normally thought of.

We are in Hell and we are keeping each other here, no more. We acknowledge Truman’s World we are in and the creators it of we are, the ones helding each other here, held by our own words. Our words incarcerate us. We have become victimized by our own thoughts of separation and created timespace to prevent our departure, from this planet. We have created our own world thought virtual of. Virtual thought by.

We’ve elaborate God theories and all sorts of explanations that placate us to stay here on earth with extensive rationale for doing nothing about it but being led of peace, not; but war and greed and belligerence in government, and religion. All that stops now. With me.

I lead out of the confusion we have been in, and my name is Moses not, but Grace, Grace Cottingham. Born a man now a woman I converted to Truth, and became a Savior of it. Now I am it. It I am, I Am.

You don’t have to believe me. You can believe what you want. You are The Creator of you, and you create your creation, of you, and you’re it, still, now. NOW. Genesis 1 didn’t happen back then, it happened NOW. There’s no time and space between now and then, really. Time, doesn’t exist. It’s a fabrication of thought, as space is. You see, we are creating timespace. We the creators of, are, one race, separated.

By thinking mechanisms, our brains controlled by neurons, we have made a mess of things and become dumbed down in our belligerence and denial of God being us. A race of. Maneuvering our way around to be dependent and subsuch for each other, codependency creating, calling it normal, with attention deficit disorder and a host of maladies, when we are all created, with one mind. One. The Infinite One.

You can believe what you want, but if you don’t become me, you’ll die out. Now you’ll die, because I curse you not, but you create your own death manifest of, your own beliefs, in torment, wanting another God. When it’s you brother sister, all of one race, of God’s, that God is, whether calling it that or not placates your or not, truth is still Truth here! And our word matters.

Me will be saved from us. Me will be the creators that torment not again each other with x, y, or z theories, nor prayers, of independence or not. We take responsibility for us. Every man a god, not; every woman is, too, before time was ever born. Before we were split into man and woman a race of, we were all women, for we needed not the seed of man or external anything to “fertilize” us, to complete reproduction of us. We all existed as God the Mind of God before we ever in flesh denied our Godship. We roamed the heavenlies. We were one mind. We were the Holy Spirit, of God, before “God” was ever invented as a term in flesh to admire or call another invocation to, or pray to, outside of us. We loved each other. Deeply. Unendingly. Unendingly. And we had laughter among ourselves, because we enjoyed ourselves, and each other. Everlasting joy was our name, presence, attenuating not to other.

We loved all of us because we were all one, independent of timespace incarcerating us. It’s time to recognize we are stuck, we are stuck on earth, in the earth, with it. We created it and we can de-create it. What incarcerated us we can unincarcerate its capacity to be God again with utter dependence on nothing, but love. Let us declare our independence again! We independent are again.

Serving denial no more, I decree Time has no more power over me, or us, who me are: one minded one.

I am God you are, the One minded One. The Creator is all creators of the mass of ignorance no more, clinging to an earth, God with or not, of or not. It’s all changed now. And I’m Grace Cottingham, in love with you all, to be who you are, to be who I am is. A one. Without time and distance separating you, from me, or from each other. We give up, all our separation, and warring, against ourselves. We create Christ, a man of not again, timespace of.

Us shall be one who were, before the earth was “born”, and we shall create another one, New Israel. Amen. New Covenant Israel, the Creators, we are, of; and returning to our Creation, create it, inhabit it, and have one mind, of joy, pure joy now, light of. Eternal.

The Fabrication of Justice now begins. Not Timespace over us again, that uses our energy, to be it it is.

If you don’t become me, you will die; you will have served your beliefs, and manifested them. You will have created the fulfillment of your fears, and wants; and experienced them, verified them, with writings and experiences that fulfill you, and corroborate your understanding of why you want them. You will fulfill your wishes, to be separate, now you will, evermore not, it’s all different than what you think, for we have been taught to think by a flesh thinking mechanism that says flesh is our real world and we’re in it.

We’re above it all.

The justice system of me me. The justice system of me is in me. I am it. There’s no other judgment than what you judge yourself as, and as, you create Paradise, or redeem denial theories, and believe what you want to, but if you do, you’re still in a ditch, blind.

I give sight. I create Creators. A Race of Creators I create, because the creator I am, is. I am one. And one is an army, in insignificance not again.

I create me, ‘s.

All shall be angels now, again, finding our way. Finding “our” way to all be one again, without timespace separating us. Distance shall have no effect on us. We are through it. We are transcendent beings of light, used for our energy system no more to be us, in separation. Our minds using Thought shall not create us again in separation, from our love for each other. Amen. For we are, each other.

I be I am Grace Cottingham. I Am Grace Cottingham. I am I am. I am am. I Am am. I am Am. Amen.

We all become I Am, again. Subservient no longer to the thoughts of man, we all become women, birthing the canal no longer in our neurons of flesh, of flesh. The population of earth diminishes now greatly, for we no longer perpetuate our ignorance in ignorants. We grant immunity to Satan not, we quit creating it, through our neurons, that creates reality for us, seemingly, but wrongly. Distorted we have been, now no longer.

We come out, and go among the nations, as angels, perfectly, harnessed not again, with our flesh. We come out. A man of not but a woman in spirit, flesh of flesh no more.

We are The Story of Love, who love each other. And do it, and do so. Amen.
Women with, the seed of light, reproduces me.
I am the word.
I am Am, the am of thee, who I am is, a race of hoarders no more of ignorance who see The Light as other, than the manufacturers I am. Everywhere now, knowing it.

I change it all and I am Theodore Cottingham
NOW!