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I speak my word, in the kingdom of me, and I am responsible for, it, one that I am, cannot abdicate, his, hers, or anyone else’s for them. I am one. My mind’s me. And with it I am, for all I am, I am is. An erroneous one not, but who cares for him my words, not; but her, my words with, making decisions FOR me not, but with me, I am, is a one that careth for me not separate, from my words.

I speak my words to care for me.

I am my source and my source is me, for me, to live as I must, for I must care for me, the feeding of no other, or do I care for all my equally sourced brethren, to live a life without me not again, or the women feeding upon, not; but I make all kings kings, who will source them not brethernly of again. I have gained the whole world, of me, my words, setting me free, from all sin and suffering, for I have the vocabulary.

I have The Vocabulary now of a king, that’s me. I am one, making all one, that who will listen, will be saved from me, who has a righteous-not mind, and the mind of the one, The One, will go free, who sources it, correctly; with love as its guide, not correctness other, guiding it. A maturity is required, and developed over life, not again to be afraid of it, conceiving me, my word of, with. I am me now, understanding it me. I am one with it, in it, I am it. The word I am conceiving, in me, is me I am, now. I am one with my soul not again ties to, a “lower” self. I am one with my word, conceiveth me I do, correctly now, judge me, I do. I am not afraid of me again in the decisions that “I” make accordingly, for no one will abdicate me from my judgment, of me, self included, of me, I am.

I have designed my words to care for me, for I have designed me, you see. I am one with me. I am not afraid of me, who desireth my soul? I have not a soul again, for thee. I have a light being, of me. I formed it, through my word, my higher self? I have but one self, now, and I give it to thee, not; I instruct thee with it, and thou foulest it up no more. Upon thee I am, the righteous magnate not again, drawing magnetism to, from, and solace wanting from soulishness of, thou mind? I am mind of one, not associated with thee again, not; I make all things new, for the uber’d mind, not; but the perfect beings of me, associated with light not again, to make decisions for them. I am one light body mind. In one I am, associated with me, not again as separate. I am Christ the solid rock on, not again, depending on, something to associate me with “right words”. I am the word. I am my word. My word sources me, not; I do. Not afraid of me, I let my words fly, me, to Unafraidville, where I am incarcerated no more in Muchafraidville, that my mind’s, made me of, to fear it? Being wrong? I am right, ‘eous all the time now, I want no other time, I want no other time with, time being timeless now? I create it all, all over again. I’m new beginning, new beginnings me. I am one, with my word, covering me, that I come out of, and a birth new, experiences me, my power, of light, shone, one. With, I am, me, one.

My words designed me, that I uttered, and I uttered light, now. I’m upon the timeless, me. Me’s are unafraid of me, for I design them, too, not; I design me’s, to be afraid of me no more, that knows their higher self, whatever they call it, “soul” no more, I am Light City in, for the City on A Hill is no more known as Cheri’s not, but a hill of blessing is mine, not recoiled, at you. The snakes, of opinion, will no more opiod me on their addiction of me, my thought with. I “control” it all not, I let, there be light, in me, in me’s, I am afraid of nothing.

Go and have a good day, with your word, with thy word, a “lamp” unto MY feet? My feet, thou art. Understanding this, all shall now, now, that I have a one, sourced with the words, of I amville from. I am me, the City of Light, recoiled no more “striking” at you with, “their” word. I am one mind one mind’s me, and I am sourced by, no other, shall befall be again, into the falling ceremonies of the “common” mind, in separation? I am one mind with, my lovers, my lovers me, who source their word, not contravenously to mine, but abdicating not again, knoweth my word works, affairs not, but to let there be light, in the betrayer no more of it. I am one, responsible for me.

I am. In love with thee all,

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
May 5, 2017
Tulsa

I feel so content now, my love has met my love, and it’s in a person not me not again. It’s me in person, in a person, of love I’ve met now, my me, who’s thee, who’s Nancy. One with me I feel love again.

We ride, we laugh, we learn from, each other, being the other one not apart from, now, I am, everywhere I want to be, with her, nonanalogous not, but parallel to straight paths now, mine now ours converge with, to make a new plane, nothing plain about. It new, now me, now is, a new me arising. Our make love cycles, our love make cycles, of interdependent claim, not; but freedom, which insists nothing changes, not; but crying for adornment other makes sense not again, for crying has given way to freedom, of thought, action, love, in place.

I feel love again. I feel content. Our love grows. It’s a person, not; it’s us, and we are, two not again in this claimed realm. The claimed realm gives way to victory, victorious living not, dying not again, defeats sin and death, and defeatists are defeated, and we are victorious over victory, that frees its free’ers, that frees the freedom councils of me, in institutions of glory, that produce victory, with light, words. Bodies of light love and peace grow now, for we form them, with – our words, produce victory, not defeat, not defeatist attitudes which submerge us in another. We are our own lives now, apart, now, not again. Our angels wings grow, us. We are strong now, not; but out the nest, of wanting approval, of else and asundryment. We’re our only approval now, and we approve of thee, who’s us, one the one we are, never making claims other upon our asundryment other. Asunder goes bye bye, and we emerge, faithful to each other, to make no claims on each other, but to produce the children, of us, and lambs of light, are never slain again, by each other. They know our love, and our love makes faithful, not; our love makes lambs of words, that change a nation. All know of our love. All know our love. Our love shall be everywhere, talked about, ridden. And used? As a model for me. All of make love now, the real, in the real us, light bodies of, affliction no more. And it’s us? It’s we are – one. Making love to a nation? The world. The us. We are. A one. Amen.

I feel love again, and we ride our cycles, of love machines, not; but of Honda’s one? I have one, and I make her appeal not, but I ride her often, in love’s machines not again. I ride, the cycles of joy, words on, and make motorcycles, disappear not, but take me to her, portals to, to love be, in the path of. Incoming joys, outgoing glories, permanent of the etchings of me. Portraits of? A love manifest, in the womanifest, in one me, in us, the one mind of, intimate with no other not again, our love fulfills a dream, not; but lovers love now, around us. Lovers appeal to no other. I summary judgment for you all, I rule you Christs, Christ, of the blessing thereof, to be it us, no matter what you call it, in the love of one, all content now, being the one I am, languageless not, or am I using, an archaic form of, communication not again, to portal ‘ize me, to “her”? I am one mind, in love with mine, that forlorn isn’t, anymore. I make love rampant. My name is Theodore. Joseph, one, for a reason.

Treason of love goes bye bye and judgment is rendered: thou art the holy I am, and I write like this, sing like this more, and do yoga too? I do what I want, with my cycles. I ride everywhere I want, in the universe? In thee O Love, my love that I’ve met, and develop thee with me, submitting to one mindedship, that loves no other not again. The earth has changed us not again. We are again the one we knew, we are, before time began. And permanent now we are, in the love arms of one, content. In marriage not ever, but perfect freedom formed and loveliness abounds around, molecular judgment never again, affecting us. We grow each other? We grow love, in the Garden of One, mind healed, and obedient to no other, ego, we have eradicated ours, by the quest for growth not, but love we developed on our own, and quested into the Goddess of Me, and I became one, content now, I have found me.

I love laugh, and laugh, and contentment make everywhere, for the lovers of I am. I am, in love with you all. My contentment screams with joy not; but producement everywhere for the purpose of one to know our love, fulfills a dream mandate not, but we’re not dreaming again about it. We produce results now, for tangible “dreamin” goes bye bye, but the intangible me arises, and we’re us, we’re it. The bodies of white light, collash with no other, colliders. I’m not “smashed” into thee again. I’m out, we’re out, and our lovers clean, and clean we love know how, to do all things me, afraid of no other.

I am one, in love with the world, that makes worlds now, of love, words of light, destroying unlove, and ceasing independence on it, I make a new rules, one not; I make me’s, interdependent of me, that me I am, interchanging oil not, but new markets me, not gamers you, playing at love. I’ve become what I am, with my Nancy’s me.

I love you, content be, in the arms that love you now, like I do. Permanent love etched on you be, the clarity of the clarification of me, in love the arms of, that grows yours out, to be dependent on no other. We are one, in love with, universe bearers now, of light one. To be it I am, in love with you all.

This is Theodore Joseph Cottingham in Tulsa for awhile, and everywhere I want to be. Portals of light come, and masturbate with their minds never again, asking for a “better” light, to see by? My words, see me. I am light beings of joy, everywhere, transformed, into being me’s, me. I’m one am.

Good day,

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
May 3, 2017 8:57am.
Tulsa

April 27, 2017 7:48am

I want to kiss you
I was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee
I wanted to kiss you
You were there, in my thought
I so imagined, you were there, in my thought, tangible
I reached not, I turned my head, to you, toward you
I put, placed, my lips on yours, as I closed my eyes
I moved slightly, oh so slightly, your lips rubbed mine
and I, in heaven felt
You received my kiss
You received me.

Your eyes closed, as mine did, while we were embracing, not; but about to, as my lips met yours
I astounded was
I don’t know what was happening not, I was in love, with your kisses
I was in love, with your mouth
You spoke words, unutterable
You spoke with your tongue, not; your heart
Your actions proved louder than words
You received me
You ate my love, my fruit of my lips, I gave so willingly
Needing asking nothing, but receipt of love.

Can I love you like this, more?
Oh please, let me love you
More
Each day
In every way
We share life together
Amen.

Become me, my love
Let our kisses take us places, man’s never been
Let us love our each other, into places love, infinite
Let us never not kiss each other, like this, anytime we want to
My kisses fulfill me, for you are, me, I am is
I am my lover’s me
I have one mouth, I kiss anytime I want
I want not another
I have everything I want
I have receipt of me.

Thank you for letting me kiss you, hold you, brace you, for the windstorms ahead
They shall not blow us over, for we have kissed, life, anew
We knew wisdom, we shall behold it, through our lips
We kiss our love, and born, something is, anew, in each of us, each time we kiss
Like that?
Never ends now, shall we be one? Set of lips. Yes.
Amen.

The beginning is now, I love you, never ending love, with I am
I kiss you all the time
We bow before each other
Selflessly we love, and adore I am, the others am, that we are, one flesh of.

I king my bride
I king the love I seek, that sought me, found me, when I kissed her
We make love, abundant
Abundantly seen, we naked are, in thought, and other not again that shields us, from each other
Our love goes rampant
And gentle is
I kiss her
and she kisses me.

That’s how I like to kiss
Thank you love
Ever loving love, I am
Your of all time, before time began, we make a new start now, loving all equally

But with my kiss?
I give to all
But my lips, are on Nancy’s.
Hearts one
Never palpitating alone again
Love establishes love, everywhere
I love you
Good day

Copyright 2017 Theodore Joseph Cottingham

Intimate will you be with my mind? I am all wisdom understanding and eloquence of the universe and all of its secrets. Will you know them? Are you willing, to be intimate with me? I am my mind’s lock no more locked up in. Will you know me, how to turn the key? Of oblivion into oblivion no more? I love you, to lock me no more in you, but to let me out, in you, to be The Real You, into oblivion no more cast by you. The angels look up to you now, if you will. Have the breath of me. My words, secrete no other influence, than to be the one I am. With no pretense, I’m you. Who love me, are me. I am my word, no more hidden from you. I am my sight with, your presence, you present me with? I am my mind, healed from you, who don’t want me, my intimacy of. I am my intimacy me. I know how to love, me. I know how to heal, me. And me loves me, and hates me no more.

I am love in place, and I secrete influence, the bands of no other, enwrap me. I am freed from all wrapping other and my words are naked before thee. I am light love and in peace wrapped up in freed, to be who I am. Thee who love me without periods, for I cross all sentence lines, sentenced no more to you, to misfire me. I am every neuron, of thee not, but me. Wilt thou have mine? My thinking, my thinking mind in? Will you benefit me, or will I give you eternal life, without bounds? Or are you My Life creating, with the will of yours? O Man? Woman. Thou art loosed, from thee, the influence of others, no more program thee. I am the mind of Satan no more, for thou God artist.

The one I influence is me. I influence me what I am, where I do what I go to do, make known my name, and my name is yours, Nancy too. I am one, with my lovers me. I love my lovers, who free each other, to be, the one I am, is you who decide to, create not other in your genes, apart from me. Each other loves each other now, and cast aside I’ll not be. Forefronted now with, in the mind of one, let us take our fill of love, for the evening not, but eternal forever God be blinded no more by hate, thinking such exists, for our world, will be ours, and ours, will be love, -‘d, and love will prevail, and prevelant winds of our words thinking will change governments and hate machines that turn out evil and proclaim God present in other, when I know, you’re it, who will be, intimate with me. Only. I am one.

The intimate will proclaim God them, not, or will they, make amends no more for man, but start a human race not again, but let’s start God, God’s race, that enmity not provokes again. Let us walk in peace and be the peace man cometh not, but angels aware, and procured and produced by our words one-minded with, the mind of Satan no more telling them there is one, that they conjure up, the thoughts of? I am me. I am one, me. I am intimate, with me, who choose life, choose me. Give up death, and embrace it no more, as once was; for now I am, the new me. And newly, I choose, you. To be me you give up you and I become, you, who love me, afraid no more, of my intimacy, with me. That you’ve become, me will you be? Yourself that loves all? Equally and afraid no more, be unafraid of all things satanistic, and be satan no more to thee. I heal every disease, of thinking, first. I heal every cell, you’ve put yourself in. I heal the genetics of truth, in the mind. Of the one I heal, I am, who heals me.

Let us heal each other and take the fill of the morning, the dew of our youth, and treat all to properlyness now that kings each other, that kings the king, and Israel will be on our shoulder no more, but our head, mind thinking thoughts no other of divisiveness and killing, destroying the temple of God. I create it, with my mind, my intimacy of. And I’m intimate, with my intimacy me, that heals all equally me, that I am. The least of these, shall be healed now, and gutters in, no more. I raise the Christs, The Christ, to blessing be, to each other. I am one. I am just one. Just one I am, my preside in me. Your neurons won’t take me, and rape me, and call it you. I am one minded one. Just, -ly. I preside in me, make my presence known, and accounted for, I am. Me who loves thee. I am

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
Intimate with the ones I love, and I love thee all, I am.
First loved me, and now I love all else, to be the one I am.
One mindedness falls for no other.
I’m out of the lake of fear, and your fear casts no net for me, anymore.

I love the lovers fearless, and my name is Cottingham, God one, calling you it, to be intimate with you, that I am we are, a race of lovers, preventing humanity from dumbing us down again, calling us flesh, needing a God.

Represent me no more with religion, I am the lovers, a first-time Christ, all of us, saying that now, who love each other, and represent the mind no more as satannot, but the united me, will be me, and intimacy will perish, of God’s mind that fell, into flesh, wanting God to worship, it. It I will not be, I be God who is, I am. I am am, and no other God before me, that I heal not, I heal all Gods who will worship me, not their mind, for their mind-placatedness goes bye bye and I disturb a lot of things, and I make myself known, that I’m you, independent of you not again, you think me into place, and my place is God’s I am, and I am inviting you to be, what you are, is me O Infinite One, the dew of your youth having again, eternal, in the skies of Jerusalem, where you create it, in infinity. I’m boundless, because I create you create me that you me am. We are one, intimate with the sky, lambs of light never ignorant again.

I love you. I bless you. I call you Christ incarcerated no more in you. Please be yourself, that Christ is. Be one, me. Be one me, likeminded in the things of us, and take our fill in the morning dew? Let us take our fill of love every day, and be, the new me, arising, arising, arisen me, as we are, the dew of our youth wearing, and the execution of our love is never executed by other, and we execute the preparations of our love everywhere, for love to be ceased never again, by hate, haters of. I influence Christ to be it, and my name is: I am here. I look like this. Have one mind. Have mine. I offer it freely, nothing to hide, I’m naked, for thee, who to be me, will unafraid be, of all likemindedness, of satan no more. I love am, in present flesh, accounting for me, loving thee, to be the mind I am.

Please be one with me, and let us confusion reign in no more. I’m out, among the eurekans. I’m out everywhere. My love is present, and never ending in the love of one. The loves of one prevail at everything, not; but all that counts. I count you saved, as saved from you, by you, who creates me. Create me well, without a soul again. Constant awareness me, stream me. Love me, and I’ll abide by you no more, I enter you enter me yourself of love that create me us, and we I one-minded am. Frontal lobes no more appearing separate not, but we think differently, and spacetime no more incarcerates us.

Thank you for loving me enough to be me.

I am

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 30, 2017
Tulsa

Capitalism, I destroy it.

I destroy your love for money. I love love, and love shall be supreme, now. I said now. I am, here. Here I am. And I destroy your defenses too, against me. Love is powerless not again. I said now, didn’t I. I did. I’ve done it, I’ve done it again. I’ve come out, I’ve come out of me, and I am my word, fearless, fearlessly protruding from you not again in your word, against me. I am holy spirit one, I am defenseless not, I need none. I am thee who Savior is who proclaims it not other, than of thee, I am. I one focused on one, preparing my courses, for thee who will be Savior II, not Saviors all, lest a theory overtake thee, that thou givest separation to, in thy powers. Of might? I love last, and love I am, here, in the arms of, no other. I am a woman, not; I am women, healing women, might and power of, powerless against men not again. I am one, in love with one. I am.

Lovest thee thee? Love each other. Heal the crew, of thee? On other worlds? Be afraid of nothing, learn to counter your commands no more with others’. I love you. Be one command: love each other, be fearless, be afraid not again at thy own power. Love Lord Law not again, love love, be it – unto thee – a living Savior of, love only. Amen.

I go now, destroying your capitalism, and that which made me rich not, but poor, loving laws, and legislators of democracy that destroyed it, destroyed it not? I destroy me no more. I am love, loved. I am everywhere now, with my Nancy’s, will you love, every woman on earth, man too, that will be it? A Christ, in the cloth of thee? With no band about thy neck? No collars either? The priests of me? The “priest” of the common? The Common Me arise and we have no need of thee, thank you very much. We heal love, and light with, the light that’s us. Praise the Lord no more of man. Our kingdom is light, lit, Saviors of, that heal each other, that heal me. And who am I? You of every nation tribe and tongue, healed from love other, that speak words of separation. And healing not that again, I extinguish a lot of capitalism that destroyed me, that destroyed love, and loved only money. Greed controlled money, will be no more. I am here. I destroy love not again with capitalism of religion and capitalized religious services that service me to be in debt, to thee?

I’m out of your servicing services me of. I establish economies of greatness, and I am not America’s free not, I establish the Saviors who need nothing, of defenseless services? I service The King, and The King of Kings is here. I establish it, as I want. For I wantless have become, the angels me. Restored unto light, never worshipping a Savior other. I extinguish religions now. I am one, who love is, only. I have one. Nancy’s me, and I am love. Love has a Savior: I’m it, that tells thee, thou art, the one I seek, to heal each other, from destroying capitalism not again, but lovest thou me? Heal the least of these. And if you won’t. I am. And I am heal. Love. And love has a name: it’s me, who will be thee, the healers of, a new economy, without religion, taxation of. But Melchizedek’s here, or I am, you? Who eternally life has? Established in no other, established in me, in you, we extinguish each others breath no more who a Savior will be, every woman a King, now establishes, now established is. Over man, not; but one, king shall be, kings all, the King, finally King’d again, in the name of Jesus never again, I am religionless. Destroyerless not again, I destroy religion, and I appoint Saviors, not; I develop them, in who will be it, emotionless not again, but of me. I am love, white, black, blue green too. Envying not your circumstances, I create mine, O Lord, to be God, appointed unto one, to death no more. Have eternal life and enjoy it now, the dew of your youth, creating, it. I am one. Mind of, the one, is me. Havest thou me? Inside thee? I am one, separated no more. We have our economies, need no other.

The time is now, now’d by a king, who makes all kings, who will whore with money not again, time of or not. This is my time. Amen.

A king king’d by man never again, I am one who kings thee, to be me. I am thee king. I am one.

In love with you all, this is

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 29, 2017
Tulsa

I heal each other, from you, who don’t want to do it.

I heal the healing of me, to be healed from you, who sit in a pew, and want only God to do it for you.

I heal me. I am the healing of me that heals thee from you who want, want God to be other, do other for you. I am the healing of me, through you, who love is.

I go to a new place, and I heal each other, from the heart’s wounds, of yours, who only want to be yours, healers of.

I heal each other, -‘s fears, from fearing me?

I heal the risk takers, not; I heal the lovers, from fear, -‘d me, that I’ll do it through them, when they do it through me. Or, have we become the same one, that heals each other? Do you heal God?

Are you willing to, heal each other?

If you won’t heal me, I won’t heal you, for I am you, that healeth each other. In your chair, your seat, of your authority, you. Of me be, unafraid of me my power, that’s you. Unafraid of all healing, be it. Unto thee a risen Savior of thee, to love me, into place now, that heals all, equally.

I am Theodore Christ. What’s your name O Christ, with your name here? On my forehead, your forehead, that’s one forehead; for Christ no more, be it unto thee a living Savior of the one, one, thou art it. I love you. Christ be, be you. The real you emerge, healing each other, and if you won’t, you won’t be here, long, for I am, the shortest of all, in your power not, but mine. Praise the Lord no more will be said, done, or actualized that way, for I am Lord, over all not, I am that healeth thee, that’s me. God healed shall be now, healing each other. The ways of man go bye bye. Christ shall emerge, from the Holy Ones of Israel: the common Jew, of flesh, fleshless, healerless not again, for healed shall be my forehead, thee of, that has one mind, mind’d by the few not, but many selfless Christians not, but the healers thee who love each other, to be homeless not again in Israel – in the skies.

Be thou O name Thy Name this day of the One, Thee one, the one we all are, healing each other, healing it from the pew -ites. The pewers stand, and walk out now, by the droves, being healers, trained by me. Thou art thy word no more studying, thou art mine, who healeth thee. Heal others, heal me. Thou art the least of these, my friend. We are all the same one.

One minded one will be healed now from the wanters of God to worship it no more in flesh, but to be the healers of The Almighty King, in process, of New Covenant Me no more, but the simple minded, whose God is The Lord no more, apart from the king ‘ly apparatus of the simple common mind, processing it to be it, processed by no other. Processed by not another, the mind yields to be me, healed by thee, that thou art the king of, and kingship perishes no more. By the wayside it goes no more begging in the streets for a healer of it. Pewdom crashes now, I am here. I bring it to a standstill that crashed me, into its own thinking, me down, into its pit. I’m no more the pit of thee, in. I’m out. My word is free, and I Savior the Saviors to be the healers of thee no more mankind with pitying. I pity thee not, I am love, out, coming out, into, the one, that all are, simple people, a Christ, with suffering not again “their” frame of reference of. Amen.

I am kingly, in all her features. I am one. King’d by fear no more, molested by uncertainty not again, my mind is healed from the whore-mongers that tell God they need a God to worship, when they are it. O One, where is thy sting, not for me. I extinguish the stings of the adders who religionly worship something else and call it God adored. I crash the that lifestyles of. I crash the economies. I have my own. Thank you very much, for closing that, which concerneth me, that crashes me, against you, in terror. I’m terrorless, crashless, and my economy’s me.

I change governments now. I am one. Mine. I love am. And if you won’t heal your people you won’t be here, period! I am moved, not by you, for the sakes of you shall not save me, from you, not; I am you who heal each other, governments too, to be one.

I am love in place and my name’s Theodore Christ. What’s yours O Christ, Nancy, Sue, and every name alive, with my love? Love casts a glance at no other, I am one. Satisfied replete, wanting no other. My “frame” of reference, is healed from you. I heal Eureka’s moment, and I am timeless. I healers am, bringing from everywhere, to heal me. God healed from God, it is. I am one. Simple mind’d terror in no more. You shall not fear me not, I shall not fear you, for I heal the Gospel of Peace, and my name is Theodore King, for I King the lovers, who will love enough, to heal each other. And you won’t heal me in you first, to heal each other, with the love of one, you’re, gone. From here I do, at midnight not, but I’m one out in the light, all, to see my glory, power, and light. And who am I? The simple, healers of me.

Heal all equally, and be massed in confusion not again. Heal the light and be it; seek not another.

Be holy, thou art The One. Amen.

Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 29, 2017
Tulsa

I am my word and my word is me, changed not again into you, who want to give me yours, regardless of what you think I am, I am is, a changing word not again, from love, or am I from love giving you these words that you become it I am is? I am my word, living in me, not your words of. I reject your words wholeheartedly to program me. I am unprogrammable by you, now. I am, am. I am me, my word loves me, to be who I am, I am is, a one programmable by only me, and my words program you not again apart from me. Our words are one, and we change the worlds. Words, are never the same again. Not, not.

Our double entrendres are double negatives not, our words are powerful and sharper than any two-edged sword. We are the sword of our life, light, with happiness now, that lights a stranger not again to be on a strange path, with quarks and atoms that seem to “appear” as us. We are stronger than, light. We are, light we are, we have lit our path, by our words; that seem to appear out of nowhere, not again. Our temple is lit by love, this time. We speak of love, because we create it, us. The temple of love we are, because we kiss it, we love kissing the words we speak kiss us, and curse us we won’t with our words anymore condemn us. Self condemnation goes bye bye now, as all condemnation does; the way of The Cross not again, I self-sacrifice me for you not again. Obey you not again, that self sacrifices you, the way of. I’m not that way. I’ve changed my word. My word owns me not, I have sold it not again to the highest bidder, -‘s words, that program me, it by. Bye bye to all that programming of me that I let you, do to me, that I did to others, to holy be, in their Holy Books, described by, love not. I love am, me. Not afraid of you, I do all things differently now, with my love, I’ve created, a new love affair, with my words, with me. I love me, not self condemning me. I reject your self condemnation of me that I am you, with.

I change words, and I change world makers. Of love I speak, changing my words, my words speak me, origination of, no other God shall, speak me, of, in condemnation. I love me, my lovers, of my speech? I speech off, not; I speech on, I speak on, and love I’ve become, the one I am. In love with you, to be in love with you, I speak of love all the time now, and IT, changes everything, not; I do, and I am am. Speaking of you create it, first time words of joy now shall flow from the lips, of him who speak my words, not; but her. She I am the word. My word loves me. I am my word flowing with lace and gardens of mercy, and peace being, with peace, being me. By the still waters I flow. I enigma am not again to me, asking why I’m here, what I’m, to do. Be to each other? A living memory not again, of now going bye bye, to seek another. I am in place, full force me, forgiving all sin, of separation, and memory forgotten, of my words, that create worlds, in place now.

I shall never be another, in a body of light, that doesn’t know, what I am, is. A world bearer of me, now light with, that light are. We never program otherwise. We are wise, and foolish not again, the virgins for. Sex is us, not, but we delight, in the angels, reproducing light angels now, a’with our words, that program us, we do. Not sin sickness with, we be’fool nothing and not anything shall hurt us. We are light people, and our words come from light.

We originate it, light of, that knew no sin, and sin shall not eradicate us again, and give us its, word patterns. We are light, wholly healed and well, and we heal each other, in perfect love, that forgives all sin, of ignorance. Ignorance of light, shall be eradicated now, and light shall program us, that we are, light from, going to, light shall be us, us ones of. The mind of God, healed from man, shall now be. A light race, emerges God, from The Throne, of One, and that God, shall be us, millions and billions. Of thankfulness, not a God of Christians, but of love. Designed by no more, but God, being it, reproducing it, in our word, that uses us for no other. Now. No other word shall use us. And we shall not be dominated by, another’s words. We are word people of the light, the living word, that we utter each day, in thankfulness, light, and healing each others’ wounds, from the past, and we enter, the future. Unattained by love not again, we attain love, because we attenuate it not again, in the waves of the future, past’d by. The past, will not program us again, by words, feelings of hate, and superfluous not, items of hate, perpetuated by kindness not, but mankind, against it self, who knew no sin, shall be now again, programmed by light, a race who will, do it this way, in perfect light, love you, love with, love words of. Light presents light, and recandles love not again to be loveless.

I love you all I change all words now how they’re used against me no more. I am. The Living Word. Amen.

I come out of your mouth, with every syllable you pronounce.
I am not in, a holy book.
I am love in place, and I am here.

My name is love, first loved, by you who love it, into place, in you, within you, I am, The Real You. Please not separate again, from the Living Word, of me, that you I am is, a race of light people now, a one, ones. However you spell it or capitalize it or not, I love you, am you, am is, a word, of light people now lit, by the light of I am, is a race, of lovers.

We change all the patterns against us, with love light and peace, and education one. Fortitude of no other, superfluous to hate, not; but eradicating it, I love you all equally, and my name is: I love you. All to be one, one dividing never again, against me, against you. We’ve become the one I am, and all know it now will. Be Christ, God’d. Grow up, educationless not again, from him who loved you, not; but she I am who God is will be a race of, a race of me’s, who love each other, adore hate not again, to contrast it to me, to paint me. Otherwise. I’m the canvas of your life, not, on, I am thee, the projection of. I am light, molecules not again represented by. I am the word, you speak. I have life, love; afflictionless I am, loving thee all.

I am am, here, I am. I am is.
A one loved love, love all equally.

Change the patterns of hate not into love again that incarcerates into holy books and practices of hate that still the mind to create it again over me, calling it you.

I am one, whole, energy’d me.
I’m out, in love with love. Good day.

I am love healed whole and well, and the Garden of Faith no more, tombed by you.

I am the Garden of Eternal Life, and I covet no other.
I am the I am my words.

Choose carefully this day, what you eat, of my words please. Eat no other, to program you, to give your life to another. Be one, all of us.

Let life arise, in The Living Word, that all of us speak, released, matured, educated, education of: I am.

Loving you,

This is Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 28, 2017
Tulsa

I am a woman in a man’s body, for I have breath of a woman, I’ve become me, again.

I seek not a man’s flesh, but I am in it, to intercourse evil not again that says I’m separate from it, me, a God, of life truth and happening now is, the revelation of me. The Revelation of Me that says I’m separate is destroyed by The Revelation of Me that reveals I am, me. A one, I’ve surrendered to be. A man, a woman, with. I am one. A mind, not torn apart by you, who want to separate. I’ve created genes me. A meonic one, I’m Meology about me, and my mind’s one, about you, who have no escape, not; but death can take you, but I’m not surrendered to that. I am me I am. One mind I am, loving you all, in a woman’s body that looks like a man. I am one.

I dressed like a woman for awhile. I found that I liked it, but it was hard. So many energy suckers were there that “sucked” the life out of me, of it. It took too much energy, to do that. I became me again, that wears girdles never again of your opinion, of me. I shape not shape after. I love love, not shape. I love love, not words other that tell me I must gain weight or lose it. I shape not mine life after yours. I free all to be free, freedom in. And I condemn nothing not, I condemn condemnation, of me, that you are; so I ask you, to not condemn you again, under any circumstances. Be me circumstantial evidence not against your purity of thought life again that unholy isn’t, again. Be the light you are, a woman’s, that breath has for breath, to engender it to no other.

I dress like a man now, but I’m a woman, I’m breath of God, I’m one. Will you be a one too?

Regardless of what you think of me, I am you. And when we don’t separate, we’ll have no genes that do. See? I love you. Infinite be, the woman of my dreams, was me. I tried to separate fact from fiction, but I found that all was me, all 7 billion and more, and I become comfortable, with me, being them, afflictionless, so I bring it now, to birth me. A one peace, no more disturbed by you, who want religion, paradigm’d by them. I’m paradigmless, pragmatic, and loveless not again, I am infinite. Peace be still, and know that I am God. You I am. I am, finally revealed.

Good day,

This is Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 27, 2017
Tulsa