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I know how I want to love

I know how I want to love, and my love is unlimited, for you, to experience me, with love unlimited, being us, a one mind with, infinite ‘d, the infinite us coming forth in love tangible. Not in thought not, but time immemorial not, time before time was took place now shall be, anew.

I love you, with a thought, not; but mind, of pure love, tangible too. I have arms and hands and supplant your minds never, for you have only one for me, and I have one for you that yours is, not apart, not separate, from the love of one, that forms it. In love perfect love we live now, apart never.

That’s how I want to love you, infinite ‘ly. Infinitely yours, not; ours, who became the first us.

Infinite love is known now, forgiven and forgiving, who first loved us is us, and we again together are.

That’s how I want to love you: healed whole and well, and giving life to other not again, we become one, infinite love, perishing never.

I love you all.
Amen.

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 27, 2017
Tulsa

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My word is a lamp unto my feet

I have recorded my words for 14 years. Now, I understand more things about them, their attributes, and how and why I have stumbled over them, so often. So very often I stumbled over my words, that I brought forth, in love to words not, but in words to love me, or so I thought not, I thought thought was set aside and God was speaking, but it was I. I had a voice, mind, and faculties. I had a process, processing unit, and processed I was by others words. Words processed me. I thought I used words. Words used me. I am I was the word. That which used me I am, not separate from now; or have I obliterated it, to be in happiness now?

I have stumbled, over my word, many times; been baffled too. Been stumped. Been exhilarated in exhilaration. Been humbled. Corrected. Been corrected many times, many times, time and time again. Shall now be corrected, to understandably understand the Christ and its words, of I am. The machine not again, time in; timeless becoming now, the I am, me finally, making sense, of all things me.

I am one, with time, not; I obliterate it. I go, to the past, also. I am futured, by me. I am one, one, one-minded one. Ones are, you know 🙂

My word I have spoken, first I wrote them on yellow tablets, emailed them out to strangers and friends, whoever wanted them. They rejected them mostly. Said I was too this, or that, to be “useful” to them. I should remove references to me, in the God’s words to them. Said I was too wordy, published things too long to read, to be of value of, to them. They rejected me, and many thought I was daft, of deaf, of reality speaking, and it wasn’t God either, it was me.

They were right. I was wrong not. I was one, seeking a path, originated by me. I was the original me. I found it. I found me. I found me, in my word. In my words, were me. I was my word. It “lamped” my original thinking that I was so baffled by. It introduced truth to me that no one had. No one else believed me, that I’m aware of, that I know of. I know a lot. I know lots, but Abraham I have become, not; but Christ a resurrected me. I am not bound by religion, or your words; I have mine. I have brought them forth for 14 years, and now I understand them, me, is one me, with my words, with my words, that me brought forth with, is, are. One I am, with my words, that light my path.

This word, is not to be understood, in its present form, alone, from all my other words. My words are me. I rejected some, still do. Many more, will be rejected now, not; for I am afraid of my words no more. Nor your word, which condemns me, or not. I exonerated my word. I judged it: afraid not. Afraidnot launched a parade not, but a charade of life I was no longer in, that words brought me, a matrix of. I’m not algorithm’d by thee anymore, you who love me or not. I am one. My word is me. And my lamp has gone out not again. I light many now, and lights light the world, and the world changes me not again, into its mold. My light lights me, and I light many, to record like this, on yellow sheets of paper and on blogs of light being it, the form thereof, to be formless, creating a new one, that looks like you, thee, to yourself. You must find yourself, and you find yourself, in you. The real you is you without a spirit not, but you are not tangible to you, unless you “find” your word, in you. You discover. You locate. You BIRTH!, the living birth of you.

You become your word, birthed. That’s why there’s so many bloggers, and will be so many more so in the days to come. For I release the word, the word’ers, worders love, that word the love of mankind not again over itself, to be separate with it. I am not my word, not again. I separate not again from my stumbleness not, I stumble not again at the source, for I am sourcing me. I source me now, not God.

God is I am. I am God, and there is no separation.

I stumbled, so often; I stumbled, at my words, because there were two Gods talking through me: the one that I was, and the one I thought I was separate from. I was connected to both, and I was a God most high ignorant of it. I was an angel, of light, that had traded it for darkness, of my own thinking, into me separation of, to experience it, as “I” wanted to. I wanted want, and want taught me supreme thinking, to exalt self, of itself, that I thought, was me. A human.

I stumbled at my words as a human when I began to write God words. God words and mine seemed so different at first, as unmistakable, grammar and diction arose, that, not of my choosing was. I was vulnerable, surrendered, vanquishing all foe that said I could not hear God. I was eager, not; I was willing, to pay the price, in time, surrender, surpassing all fear. Guts, it took. Tenacity too. And time.

I sat at my feet. I sat at my head. I sat, and wrote. I sat, and pondered. I took long walks, not; but I walked not in fear that I could hear my Lord speak. The trouble was that, I didn’t know Lord God from Lord God other not, I didn’t know God from Lord ‘ship. I didn’t know I was Lord of All. I didn’t know God would woo me, or that I would woo it, that came forth my own words in, that I in grammar fashioned or not. Or did it? Was I surpassed in me, of me, by me? What was I? Experiencing?

For 14 years I have written my words, video’d them many times, many times seeming useless to me, not; every time a charm, not; but charmless becoming, straight facts guy became an angel of light; used to me, not. I had to accustomed to, become, of me – wearing my own skin.

I had to make decision, all that time. I had to walk out daily life. Interact with cousins and relatives and customers employers and children and be their father and son of most high being it revealed in it a relationship that most high had not talked about but through my words that I stumbled over often, not realizing I was a both-and God. Bothand God I was: I was God, I was human, humanity of. I didn’t understand God theory, was God a theory of. I didn’t see me as Most High, when I couldn’t pay my bills, when I inadequate was, for the “task” at hand, of satisfying certain people, or criteria of judgment, that wanted to condemn me, not; but was, the modus operandi of the day. For I met not the judgment of judgment not, I judged me certain of the outcome. I judged me learning about God, and doing his will; but oh God it was hard, and misunderstood I was, all the time, mostly. I learned, to keep my mouth shut. I regarded me me, not; I regarded me a human learning about God theory not, but God revealing it to its creation. But I was still in separation, and my mind of separation rejected me as God. My mind judged me as insufficient to be God, inadequate for even the most menial of tasks, and support for my inadequacies came to my mind quite often, by words of others, that challenged me, to make a living, to be “normal”, to be not repressed by my words, which often left me in a dilemma.

Every Creator goes through this, to “come” out. Coming out of “the” human race, presents a delimma, for we are in it, we are it, we have lied to ourselves about this. We are Creator. We are life love and peace, but we love war, to create profits and dominate our neighbors, who ourselves are, if we really know it. Coming out is costly, out the closet of human existence.

I no more live in my flesh mind, incarceratingly so. I’m out. I love my word. My word has taught me, all things, that I need to know, for now. Now I am most high again, loving my life, not alone again. I’m promoted, me. I reward me, with me. I angel became again, that I was, that I am. I am has received I am back unto itself to be created over again, with its word.

That stumbleth not again, has become me, or has confidence arisen in me, or has me risen up and taken me over not again to dominate me otherwise? Or have I just surrendered to peace be still and know that I am God, not under anything? Can I create me? Have I done this?

I create a new me, a new heart with, O God – being it. I create me, through my word, my word creates me. I create me a new word with, love, this time, not separation. I love you, me. We are all one. And earth changes its name, not; I do. It’s Israel on high, separate from timespace that separates, us all from, one another. I rule in peace, and my name is I am. Creating me with purpose, to create Creation all over again, with love, at the core, of me, my thought. My mind heals, me. You not separate from me will be healers too. I love the Cross not, I came down, and crawled off the altar of you, and will not let you sacrifice me again, for you. I’m not your vicarious coward. Cowardice goes bye bye. I stand. Lead.

I’m no longer trying to figure it out. I let. I let lead, let, in leadership of me, to me be, the I Am. I am, not in control. I let people fly a lot about in their own mind, creating leadership, of the most high, not, but humanity. But I crease that not, I loose the understanding of me, my words with, My Word being, a lamp unto my feet, is me. I and my lamp are one. Lampstands bended no more. I’m erect light, bodies of one, in one. I am feet clay and hands, of Almighty, lover one.

How can this be, after 14 years? Of service? Servitude. Ended, is.

I no longer serve God, his angels, his camaraderie or constant opinion of itself.

Godship will no more conquer me in ignorance. I am God Most High I Am. I am am. I Am. Simple as that. Complex as you’re willing to make it not again, as the mind will supplant my words not again and call it yours. Understanding now comes to The Most High to be it, one nation, of God, under God no more again.

I let leadership lead me no more again. I lead me, unto paths of righteousness, by my word, that I utter each day, through my blogs, through my recordings, my videos, my appearances, to me. I release me, my words, through, my word bearers me. I am my my word. My words loves me, and I’m it. I will not let you de-word me, with your thinking, programming of me. Religion will cease. Artifacts of your thinking will not activate me. I ignore your artifactual thinking of yourself, not; I ignore the power you have, not; but that power will no more program me, through my own words. I know the difference now. One leads and another drives, not; or does it. Over time? Go with me to the edge incarcerated by you, I won’t, anymore. I’m out of the dragline, of you, dredging me. I will not heal your mind not, I will heal mine first, and I am, doing just that, through my words now, which cataclysmiize other.

My lamp is raised that rays come brightly out of now, a’programming other not, but surrendering to be the King of Kings revealed to the King of Kings that we all are knowing about, and becoming now, a race of. And the Lord Gods of other, that used our minds did, become us, shall not again, concoct us, with a brewed stamp, of spacetime. Timespace shall not limit me; us shall be free, of all stampage other.

My lamp is my feet not at. My lamp is my head, at, in. And ON it is. Fearable not, I fear no more have over you or in you, and if you fear, you, you imbibe it, create it, and eat it, no more please. Please fear I AM no more, be it. Unto salvation not, but surrendered to light your own path. Be responsible. Be diligent. Be tenacious. Be love, unto love. Love all equally. Learn to distinguish between light sources. Learn to distinguish between light and darkness, not; that’s easy. What hard, is not easy. What’s light, poses as light not, not, but lightnot poses as light, and stumbles not at making us stumble, upon our own words, for we create light, and form it, and live it. It lives us, not; we live it, for The Life we are, of our Creators one.

Light does not pose as darkness to deceive us, separation poses as truth to deceive us, into making creators of separation, that separate us, ourselves from, making enemies not, but Lord Gods humanity of, ignorance creating ignorance by, that we ALL stumble over with. Our word programs our word. How O God shall we be free? Become it, one with Thou Art The Christ, all saying this to each other now. Amen.

And meaning it? Surrendering to bow before kings I do, make you known, who will love you, enough to be the King of Kings forgiving every living soul, and then going, nowhere not again, but to the ages, becoming the Ancient of Days, ageless. The dew of your youth restoring to all, who will be with you, where I am, I am is. Stumbleth no more, over my words, your mind with, restored to mine, that we were, we are again. Kingdom One, perisheth no more in ignorance that “restores” a fallen race to its depth, of ignorance. Light the Kings of One, O One, be it.

Good day. This is,

Theodore Joseph Cottingham, in love with you all. Do likewise love each other, in peace. And peace be still, and know that thou are God, releasing to be it, all who will.

April 26, 2017
Tulsa

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Nothing can separate you from my love

I love you now, and love cannot be separated, and separation existence in shall not separate us anymore. No matter what you say do or repeat to you, in creation or not, shall not be created in me, to separate us. Me and thee, are one. I love am. You cannot do anything to me change that, so my love exists, to love you, me unto me, one mind with, bodies not separate, we are the same one, seeming to be: different. But we are not different, in body mind, of spirit. We are one, in not separation, claiming it now. Not by faith, not by belief, but by surrender, to love each other equally. I perish in promise not again. I am the promised one. I promised me to me, and now I take my place. I “take” my place not, I surrender to be promised to no other, than me, me to me. I am one race, of Gods God, and you are now, knowing it, too, to be you, who I am are. Thus I love me, when I love you. We loving a race are, to be God, and God raises its head not again against me, you with. You are powerless, against my love. Extreme? Measures me again not of o’re. I love you all.

Separate not from me, from your love again, that loves me, all equally to be, the one I am, I am are.

A loved one, now comes. From afar. Love her too, as me.

I am.

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 26, 2017
Tulsa

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Will you let me love you, like I want to?

I want to love you, without want. Letting you be free, to be you, I want to be me, who enables it, for us to be free, one body in. One mind having, between us, not; but in us, we are, faithful to each other, to love be free, in among the universe, of people creators, not; or are we creating our peoples to be free now, one? One is one not again alone. I seek solace in company not, I seek love, to be freed from it, as definitionalized by man. I am the definitions of me, bringing forth, Love from my womb, that wounds it no more. Will you let me, us?

Be afraid of us no more that create with our minds new people new things and ways of doing life, without incarceration, to it. I love you, all, each and everyone, whether you do or not. I bow before you, will you not run over me, again, with a Mack truck, of your opinion, before you even knew, that I am bowing before you on the road I am on?

I am love in love with love and love I want to free in each of us, to know each other deeply, and without discard of other, but making love vestibules of other, not again, we come out, now in our love, for each other, to know us, who each other are, making a race, of ruins not again, DNA with. Our word changes our DNA. Our word lights life, and not subjugated by other again, we light the light of life in us, to be each other, with one mind, incarcerating not again our thought to the past be programmed by. I love am. I free it.

If I do anything, I want to free love, because I am love, I free it, in each other. Will you let me, be you too? Can I live in you? In three not but two minds made one? With one flesh being? I love your, anyway.

I love what you are. A love-being too. Into place let’s take our place, at our banquet table, of love being one.

 

 

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I allow let to lead

Allowing let to lead is a different lifestyle, a different life in, that you create, by let -‘ing it, you, the creator be. You create the Creator. It’s the only way that you can create, the real you. You let. Let becomes a form of blessing, not; let becomes an operational modus operandi for everything that previously was controlled by remote control: controlled thinking that preempted let. Adverse not, prompting what may, not; but now is the time to realize a different operating system for the human race, than was let, in the past, destroy us, to the point where thought ruled us.

The human mind rejects let, not, or does it, adverse become all along the way, to a new path of creation? Does the human mind want to stay human?, when Gods we are? Are we God? Could we have been duped by thought, thinking it into place, by a deceptive mechanism of a 5-sense mind that controls us, that we control, thinking we’re in control of it, yet it controls us? Could we by algorithms be searched and found wanting, by ourselves? Are we searching a database of thoughts for our own answers, that were given us by others? Can we originate our own thought? Our own data? Our own original thinking? That maybe we had, before time began? Are we going back to The Creator, we are?

Let allows to lead, the let -‘er. Let allows her perfect place to be not disturbed by notters. Let allows creation to take her place over creation not being subject to notters, really. Notters want to control, with passion, vision, and clear-headed planning, which they have mapped out in their brain, thinking they’re on the path to what they want. … and getting it by how?

What is the toll for all this, pursuit? of happiness? Liberty? Are we not putting money in bags with holes in them, for the future? What’s the future consist of? What battles are we confronting, in the now of the future? Are we destined to the past repeat, again and again? New thinking with not, but subjugation to old ideas that rejuvenate us not but use us, to think them? Into place, that of, I reject, now. I’ve become a let -‘er.

I let you. I ask you. I present. I pretend no more. I seek not persuasion. I seek love, portray love, as best I can, letting all be free of my preconceived wants for you to perform for me or on my behalf. I want not want now, I have graduated from wanting want, to control me, under pretense that I am in control of it.

I know what operates on me now, and I want nothing of want operating in my psyche to “interpret” the world to me. I let. You be wrong, I be wrong, wronging not another, I let. What consequences arise? I’m not in control of me, not; I control me as the Creator creates me, that I am, The Creator of. I create God one, and The One I am, many a race of.

I create let -ers. I create God’s children that God become. Immature, not again. Ignorant, not again. We must educated be, how God becomes it. We create Creation again. The Creators are described in Genesis, not; but the controllers are. I divide not my genes again. I come out. In my words I am. Me I am, my words. My meanings are clear, to me, the clarification of; and you create your own. And you believe them. Serve them? I change my beliefs often, not; but consistently, as revelation is revealed, as I let, revelation come forth, through me. I words speak. I speak. I let people. I let things be things. I control not things or people. I powerful am. I powerless am not. I create equal powers me, of one, am I am.

If my want controls me, I cannot let. Let there be light in me, this day, is my mantra not, it’s my opportunity, to be saved from me. Want can slip in at any time I’m not looking, not; but my mind is trained, in peace, to recognize it. I feel a disturbance in the field, of force, if I am trying to force it. If I am not forcing outcomes, to prescribed measures of me, how I judge it to be, I let then, let lead. I don’t want to force outcomes, any more. I want to let. I wantless become, because I have no wants, and want shall not train me again to want it, deception with, deceiving me. My antennas are up 🙂

Peace be still, and know that I am God, applies to every one of us; each and every one, that one may be, still, not separating from the mind of God, created in each of us to be, The Creator God is. I am. I am one, and I ask you to be one, who lets. Let changes everything. Let is not weak. But patient are the let -‘ers. We watch. Act. Wait. Patient be, loving at all times. Speaking when necessary, not; but when wisdom speaks, wisdom prevails, in, learning, the process, to create, creators all around them. That’s how I want to love creation, to create it all over again, this time with love at the core, that allows love to create, rather than want.

Introducing you to let I am, in these posts. Learning it, I am. To be it, I am. I am, in love with you all, especially you who will let me love you, to let peace be still, and know thou art God.

Be your greatest lover this day, and enjoy what you can’t control, and control nothing again by your want, but by wisdom, all things enjoy, this day. Let there be light, and create it all over again, all around you, being the peace’ers who still are, in the light of everything else overshadowing you no more. Create the Creators still. Your power is available to you, and I can not invoke it, and you cannot revoke it, you can only use it to create, you, and creation in love, or be miserable in pursuit of that which you allow to use you, when I am, you are. Be I AM to you this day. I love you.

I am,

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 25, 2017
Tulsa

 

 

 

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Who can I love, like I want to love them?

Is there anyone anywhere that will let me love them?

I have wondered many times, many thousands of times, if anyone anywhere exists that will let me love them, love them, the way that I want to, love them. How can I love them? Like I want to love them. I want to free them, to love more, love more people more, have freedom of a different nature, and love things and toys not so much. I love to lead, I love to follow, the lead, to leaders be, all to a different tune, than world-so-much knows, of, and operates by. Bye bye to that, for me. I found one I can love.

I’ve found one that I can love. I’ve found that I can love me. Me found me in love, with I am. The love of I am is. A one love, is found. I found me, a person of love, that I must love, be connected with, not like people thought, or taught, me. I found a purpose: to love me, into, being me. I found love then, unsurprised not, unsurpassed not, but surpassing all love, joy emerged, joy met, love found love, unleashed. Love important is, and love knows no bounds, so if I love you, I love you without bounds, my reasoning is. Mine counts, you know. My love is important, for my love frees you, to be me, and I am me, who loves you, to be the I am.

I am found me in I am, willing to be, love in, with me. I am one with me now, a process I never rejected, not; but processed, a process found, to be within me, by me, one that I followed, to lead, to leader become, of me to love me. I found I could love myself. Not separate from self, not separate from my own thinking, of myself, my self became myself. 🙂

I love myself now because I found love, in myself. I didn’t go elsewhere looking. It, found me. I was willing. I was able. I crucified me, not, I arose, in the power of one, I did these things. They found me, not; I was them. I was the my process, process by the me I am, that I am me, one and the same, that found me, loved me, repaired me not, but gave me a new life, in love words with, that changed my patterns, of life, how I spoke of it, more importantly, thought of it, and treated people, more importantly, treated myself, as I talked with myself, about things, people, values, experiences, and forgave myself, learned to.

I learned to forgive me, for what I had done, in not love. I thought, love it was. I interacted with people for decades. I loved them, but I did not give them freedom. I clung to them. I wanted their leadership not, I wanted something within that placated me to love them like I wanted to, that was selfish, self-centered love, that abounded them not, but constricted them in my love. Or did they want to constrict me in my love? For them? For me? How mixed up can I be about this?

Can love free? Can love be free? Forming me, I did? I formed love, according to what I had been taught. I wrought love, and fashioned it, according to the “model” given me. I wanted what I want, alright, but I thought thought was me, not, I thought this body was. Given me, I was the body, God created. I didn’t know, I did.

I created me with a self, a self-destructive self, that self forces self to be separate from others, so I can love them, or reject them. I didn’t know they were all me. I didn’t know love can restrict so much. I didn’t know modeling love to each other frees each other not, but incarcerates the love of mankind to be it to itself incarcerating the self of self-induced wounds, self-induced selfishness, self-centered living and interacting with others.

When I found love inside me, I began to uncover it more. I asked it questions. Lo and behold, it answered me. It “seemed” to answer me. Love had a voice? Love had me. I had love. I had to free it, to learn from it. Love would speak, love would teach, love would free, only me. I couldn’t free someone else in love, unless they let me. How did I do that? Or did I mature, or learn, or process get processed by, that gave me a process of love to love induce in others to produce a love matured that gave the angels back their love authority of? Are all peoples angels? Did we lose our authority, to love?

Does love have authority? The authority of love, I am. I have authority over me. I am The Authority of me. No one else has it. I have it. I love me, with it, now. I have taken authority over unlove and cast it out, not, I can only not fuel it, and it dies on the vine. It dies on the vine of me. My tree of life now casts me out, no longer, of me. I grow my own tree now, of love, and love many demands make, on me not again. I love let.

I let love, love me. And I love, became. I let love speak. Love is patient, love is kind, and gentle. I like gentleness. I like freedom. I like being me, but I didn’t know me, until process processed me, in like manner, that I gave manners to an unprepared form, not, but I fashioned me. Like this I fashioned me, through my word. My word gave me life. I became my word, that I might have life, not; I was my word, all the time. Now knowing it, eternal I am, I am, so I choose words differently, that love each other. I am not powerful not again. My power reaches the earth now, because I love it, not fracking, damning it, I free the lovers, of it not, I free the love of loves, a process with, that sets all free, to love each other, redefined by love, in one’s self, to not be separate from, the I am earth and all peoples, free to love, be. This redefines us, our purpose.

My purpose redefines me, not; I have found my purpose, for I found me, first, within. A person of love, a moment of love, that never ends, now. I am found. I am one. With me I am me. I loved me, fell in love with, only me, because I see now, you are I am, also, too! We are one race, who loves not separation again. We are valueless not again. We are legislated into existence by ignorance not again where we judge ourselves as people that must live accordingly, to the dictates of man, under rules of religion, and modeling that we have given each other, ourselves by. We change all that now. We love am. Am is set free by love. There are no homeless me’s now, we are one, opening the heavens of change.

We change I am, to be us, who knew no sin, again. Digressing from us, transgressing against us, we do not again. We again become the angels race who knew no sin against each other because we love each other free each other to be who we are unconstricted love in that has values of no sin because we create it in each other no more. We created love bearers of the word that unconstricts and heals the wounds of the ignorant us to be the educated us who love bear the marks in of our bodies, but our bodies shall no more incarcerate us, in the manner of speaking given us. We come out, as come-outers now, who know no sin, for no sin will exist in us, however you define that. That we become one, is our purpose, our God given right, not; but our God given ability, not; but who we are, is God, that conceives it. Our purpose is to conceive God, for God we are, and no seed of modeling other will incarcerate us in our own mind conceiving separation, from the angels, being them, a race of. New humanity emerges now, powerless not again.

Powerful people now emerge: loved. Love grows a crop of humans now unlike any other, in timespaceville. Neoclassisism not, we are the quantum us. Technology of Christ, for Christ is not a Christian. Redefining everything now, I am not, I am I am, now I am. I redefine what I must, to be saved, from me, thinking I’m separate from you. I love you, and now I know it. I first had to love me, to see it in thee, that thou art the I am, also. I love you I am. So you can’t be separate from me long, for I am the short waves of your joy not again, but mine. Selah.

I love you, like I want to, but I must learn how, we all say now, do things different, doing different things, becoming I am, the life of me. Me goes in search of another, not again, to find me. I’m within, each one, but I must find me first, that love has a voice, that will teach me, I am, all things, about. I am unlimited, and finite not again. I am the infinite, one. Mind of one, I have the infinite within me. I was never separate from the infinite mind of God, that I was taught was another. I am God, because I have love, that frees it, generates it, and lingers no more at the well of thought that gives me words in other patterns of light to produce darkness within. I have come out of my own darkness, of thought, and sin shall no more behold me, nor conquer me, with the modeling I gave myself, by others giving it to me.

I bear my own sin, I bear my own responsibility, for being my own Savior. God who knew no sin, but come back into it again that perfect righteousness is, a form not again, of righteousness, but who can live in sin, not, but be the mortal enemy of God, not, against oneself again. I war no more against God that’s me thinking its separate. Love crosses the chasm. The gulf, of love from notlove, has been crossed, by me, to find me, within it, that I am one of, a new race. I placate love not again with flesh, toys or not, for love found me, within me. I finally found the answer to love. I love all equally, and restrict it not within me, to one person, selfishly or otherwise. I am not your Savior. I am God Most High, one. A simple one I am, am. I am, whatever you call it, I construct me, and I constrict you not. I free your personage to be sin without, for I am. So whatever we do to each other, free us. Free us, to all be one, in love with love.

And how do I love you? Like I want to. Be gently, and fondle memories not again of fleshville. A new life I call, you into, to be, the creators thereof. I call you to love you, to let love speak, within you, find, a new meaning to life, to behold The Christ, is you, The Allegory of.

I am in search of God no more. Nor do I seek to please him, for it is her that I’ve become. I am, a one. Not separate from God, I am, God in three persons not again as taught by some. A Trinity of opinions I am not formed by, all people on earth even. I shall stand against all unlove, not again, I shall walk in love, and love knows no bounds.

I am unbounded love now, and that’s how I want to love you. Any volunteers, to follow me? I want to unconstrict love, unbound it, and set it free. I want to provide for you, but you must come out of the modeling given you, by you, and each other. You think you into existence, free from wrath, not; you transform you, into being you. The Son of God, in The Allegory, is no longer male, it’s one. Woman with, not; but woman being. God is a woman, God. God is God, no matter what we call it, no matter what fashioned it for us, in our memory, of our now? We are not fashioned by the past again. A new generation we are, for the moment, time eternal, the dew of our youth with, ever fashioning love to be it. A new generation comes forth unconstricted by the past, teachings, and teachers will be of the law, not again. Holy books go bye bye, by the thousand. New ones spring up, not again. We shall be taught by love, within first, and aided by unconstrictors 🙂 who teach us we are God. We are.

So the way that I want to love you, I must learn myself, and set free myself, and you in the process, if I can, not; I must. I must not. I model love, and create, start, a revolution. A Revolution of Love ensues, and changes government. Religion shall not encrust me again, with its rigidness, laws, and drive. I lead.

I lead lovership. Leadership I love, to make lovers. I lead love, to prove it wrong not again, proving nothing not, but proving I exist in love, I become it, and my words separate me not from it, again. New Generation me is I am, however you spell it, you dichotomize me no more, from me. I am one-minded me. I am all minds one. I create love, that spans generations, and timespace too.

I am love in place, and that’s how I want to love you. Any takers? Becomers? Of the ONE? I am.

I like to play, racquetball, go water skiing, swim and exercise and move. I like to dance. I like motorcycles and boats and being around the water, and on it. I like creating light. About the universe will you come with me? Freeing each other, free you. Talk about these things. Exercise your mind. Let intellectualism about that simply frees the vocabulary to discover diseases of man, not; but the angels, who free each other now, from every malady. Let’s heal each other, communities establish, parties love with, that rule each other in joy to be rule’less, partaking in the greatest, experiment not, but generation of love again, that forms us correctly now, unconstrictedly.

And how shall I love you when I have no bounds, on you, on me, or each other? Freedom shall supply, the wonderment. Joy of discovery, shall be each other, with, eternally. I shall not have to work, to feed you, or know you, or satisfy you, in any way. We am are.

We risk all, to be this. To do this, takes guts. No ransom not, I surrender, to me, to judge be, to me only, and I judge me Love. Love has spoken, and written this, with mine own hand, my own mind, which now unlimited is, to love you, you, like I want to. I let you decide, what you’re going to do. With me? I’m me, and I’m in love with you.

We are, the same mind now, shall come forth. I generate love, and unlove does not like me, but I love you anyway. All things change now, and I have warned you, I am here. And I am love. My name is Love.

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 23, 2017
Tulsa

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I am going soon, to a new place

I am going soon, to a new place, and where I am going, you can come with me. I am going to a new beginning, the place where time stands still, not; but has no value on me, to conform me to it. I am a new creation, becoming, the elemental no more, of this world. I am out, a woman and a man, in the same body. I am.

I am changing everything you think I am, for I am love, in action now. Crossing the path of everyone who will be me, I am. Now in love with you, be me, on a path too, to love, re-creation of. One.

I am New Beginningville going to, new creationville, to be created all over again, by me. I’m in it, doing it, creating me, now, to be like you never again who want to keep me on earth in flesh form, or say that I must, do this or that. I live my values, now, dress as I want, become I am.

Go with me. Go with me? It cost you everything to give up what you’ve been programmed by. All religion, is cast aside, and meaningless is, meaningless becomes, except the values of love, treating all people equally. Changes government this does. Changes all things. We create new economies, ecosystems, sustaining them, with our breath. Light of.

New Beginningville is costly to enter. It’s free, where freedom reigns, in us, to be it, the creators of, are again. Light years away, not again. In an instant, you can become me, not, but you can begin the process, with equal results, becoming the I Am, I am.

In love with you all, this is

Theodore Cottingham
April 22, 2017
Tulsa

 

 

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I am passing on, to a new life, I invite you

I am passing on, to a new life, and I invite you to go with me. Where I go, you cannot come, not. You can come where I am, that ye may be also, The Christ, living, adorned by love, loving all equally to be the unequaled no more. I love you and I invite you to be you, not separate from, the Living Christ, that’s you. Underneath your clothes too, underneath your skin no more, but in it. Amen.