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The angel stood in mid-air, feet not touching the ground, head not touching the ceiling. Gentle, and terrifying, to me, as a 9 year old. I was not in a religious setting or state, I was in fact, sitting at our kitchen table making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When suddenly I was aware that … I looked up a bit to my right, lo and behold, a being of light.

I was terrified. I cannot underscore that enough. Petrified. And yet I did not move. I felt no fear. Shock maybe. I looked straight at it. I had no fear. In fact as I think about it now, my feelings of terror, or maybe terror is not the right word at all; but simply being scared, in a big way, occurred after the angel left and my “being” was registering what had just happened.

We looked at each other. The angel then spoke: “Tell others about Jesus”. No other communication ensued. We looked at each other. No rush, no anticipation of anything else. Just peace – until that moment that I realized the angel was – not in sight. Then I felt this rush of something, terror then, and ran to my sister but her door was locked. I banged on the door crying out.

About time my sister opened the door, my mom and dad had returned back to our house and came into the kitchen door. We met and they calmed me down and I told them of the event the best I could. My mom went immediately and wrote in her Bible what I had just told her.

That was over 40 years ago. I have pondered that statement many times in the years and various seasons of my life. Preach? There was a season I thought it must mean preach, as a preacher. But I was not insistent on it. It was a broad statement and could be interpreted many ways.

I’m so glad, so thankful my Mom recorded in writing right then the account of the angel being in my presence, coming to me, with a message, delivering it, touching my life some how with it. It’s always been meaningful to me.

So you see, I know angels are real. The one I encountered had no wings that I recall, but white translucent light outlined its robe. I’ve never wondered much about whether the angel was male or female, though in past recountances of it I’ve referred to the angel as a he. That’s probably because of the image of God being male to me, taught to me that way through the Bible and all the Christian messages that use the male form of words to refer to God, Christ, or the Divine Judge. Creator?

Creator is not a he, now I know. It’s a woman, generator of birth, without the seed of man. The male form of God will go bye bye now, for all known will be about the revelation of Christ, and the Christ has no gender not, it’s a birther of the word. Babies come as newborns now are born into the life of Christ that does not strip it out with the mind of man. The woman mind of Christ comes forth a God matured to be it, unsplit, now never divided again to be man. The separateness of the Temple of God from itself within itself is now put together again – as one. Complete. And DNA will never separate us again from the love of Truth that becomes it.

I pray to you to let the angel of truth come to you, in your own words, to reveal and revelate the Revelation of Christ to you to be it, as a woman should – in all things, be man no more of under their authority. I pronounce the authority of man over woman ended. And who am I? The Truth. Speaking. Or am I a “person” speaking, through a person, through a God to it?

I ask you to consider that angels are real, and Jesus is our pattern; Jesus is the pattern for new life, to birth it. A new birth has to take place and its traumatic, dramatic, and no one will miss it, when it happens to us, one by one. Gravity will no more hold us back. We can appear to each other as we must; as we get to, by listening to the heart of one – who will release it, and not hold onto it for ego’s purposes.

The word is given wings now, and I give you yours to speak it, being the telling of Christ your name in your two shoes, if you will release it too, being the angel of our name – Christ one. Mind of. However you pronounce in your language, Christ is here, Christ is risen, and it’s you who will be it, develop it, and pronounce the forgiveness of sins to each other, healing each one’s relevance to this world, not; but the Cosmos. The Mind of Israel, forestalled by you never again. Consider.

Thank you for entertaining the word of the angel this day, and sharing it with light, motive of love, repleting the satiety of marriage no more again to anything in this world tangible of, but marriage to all of the intangible infinite that defies gravity and eliminates death. Resurrection now established who will worship Jesus not but see the resurrection in them to be it, be Jesus the pattern you of, you eliminating your separation from it, becoming a Race of Israel, in the skies.

Patternless no more, we understand our race of light, being us of, rejoining. Powerlessness will cease, and we will love each other equally of every nation tribe and tongue. Earth will be stripped of its power, over us. We the humble will rule offering everyone surrender to be The King of Kings returned to his throne no more, but our throne, one throne, one thinker with. One “thinker” of, the Mind of God healed, never in worship of another, but “about” the works of the healer me, that you become, our family healed, Head of Christ being, of no other.

Let Christ begin to know Christ, Christ knowing each other is Christ, being angels to each other in the flesh and out. Amen.

Be One.

Grace Truth and Peace,
Grace Cottingham
Tulsa
December 6, 2016

A couple days ago I watched the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” with Jim Carey and Kate Winslet. I saw this movie sometime back in the past but the reason I was to watch it again may be clear to me, or not, but I knew I “felt” to watch it again because it was mentioned with words I speak to me. My real mind, the God mind, speaks through that which I let it, speak. When the bed of neurons is stilled, quieted, controlled, or mastered – the voice of the real mind can be heard, by anyone – in them. The mind of God comes through your mind, to you. Inceptionally, you birth it. It’s a process. Learning it can be painful. Trial and error seem de rigueur at times because want taints the flow, of words. Neurons always want to be in control. It’s the Antichrist mind, at work, play, with us ever as our mind that we think, claim, as our own.

Our own mind defeats us, because it’s rational. It’s logic circuits control us in the shapes we like, admire, worship even, certain words, ascribing greatness to what we “connect” to them, in belief theory, concreting it within our creationship with our correctness corroborated by our desire to emulate become and conform to what’s been creating us all along: reality false. We “experience” it because we are, experiencing it in the “form” of what’s created all around us. False appearing real is a snowfall that becomes a blizzard that whiteouts reality. We’re so conformed to what we’re “supposed to” conform to, we’ve lost our own mind, thinking we’ve made choices to be who we are, when we’ve customarily been programmed on a mass scale to be blinded to the truth, that your mind uses you.

Your mind, physically oriented, uses object oriented programming to program you, visible sight with, obscuring truth. Bodies of light all around us we cannot see because we’ve chosen the veil, or our minds, to create reality, reality that’s false. Complete not, we become numb to the chatter and demands of our false world, waiting for a redeemer, waiting for something good to come, waiting for the right “one” or trying to fool our own feelings for another that we think we want something of, or to give to. The mind is insidious, above all things: contemptible. Operating with the operating system of Ego, ego has mastered us. The slicker the ego the subtle it operates to dominate us, our wants, desires, words, vocabulary, motives, energy.

And then we die.

We have not known who we are because we listen so often, mostly, to mind of Egos. Ego dominates religion, education, government, family life, corporate life, and basically, all our reward systems.

Character hardly gets a mention. Integrity has been all but forgotten. Ethics, slimy.

Why are we so impatient with each other, and bombastic? Why has escapism become the norm from this world? Entertainment? What teaches us? Sports? Beating each other to death? Exalting who gets the most money from other? Is money our yardstick, for measuring truth? Character? Ability? Credibility?

If I get you to ask questions you would not ordinarily ask, then I’ve succeeded maybe, maybe not; or is it only a quest to write this? Or do you and I have the same mind? That’s been anesthetized by those around us, our choices and theirs interacting to promote the continuity of anesthetization so that we keep DNA’ing each other to sleep in the “whiteouts” we operate in? each day?

I ask you to consider a mind in you exists that you can let speak, communicate with, commune with, receive instruction, comfort, forgiveness, and correction – that is your Actual Mind. For I know you’re a light being, not a human, in human form, only. You fell. I fell too. We no longer fall. We come out with the birth of a singular vision of light being all of us, with a common mind that’s no longer with placated with the visible empirical. The 5 sense bed of neurons will control us no longer. We “erase” them, not; or do we “render” them authorityless within us?, allowing us to hear Light talk to us, with us, stilling our qualms and quelling our fears and letting us know, we are God. Not without. We are. Who will heal each other is us who heal us and the mind share the goodness of glory we give not to another labor force for decades.

We’re used no more by our mind, programmed by another. We seek Lacuna Services of the movie not again. We mature. Our mind. Light. Light with, being it – One.

I love you all.

Enjoy the movie, I hope you do. See a new light now, way to look it up, and be the mind of joy now everywhere, repairing the old one not, but creating new. Brand new be. Healing all equally.

Grace
Grace in Tulsa
December 5, 2016

My favorite album at this moment is a 20-song 77-minute CD of the most beautiful music, happy music, to me, creative. It creates something in me, as I listen. Intently sometimes. Without distraction I listen to it. Sitting. Dancing, with it I haven’t yet as I have only listened to it with me, and it takes “two” to Tango you know. 🙂

Yet I wonder about the statement I just made, the truth of it. Have I danced with it? Even alone? Sitting? Even? Is it dancing with my neurons? My consciousness? Altering it? Providing me some interaction with consciousness of a different nature, frequency, assimilating what am I into my me when I listen to it? “It” affect me. In a way so positive, I enjoy it. It permeates, somehow, what I’m doing, for I am consciousness of it, its beauty of melodies, expertly crafted, recorded, for my consumption. My dancing. My consciousness with, altered by it. “It” is valuable to me. I place value upon it. I value how I feel as I feedback as given instantaneously as I interact with it. I “interact” with it through my consciousness that “it” interacts me with, or is it timeless “music” frequencies that resonate with me in a way that brings me back to the real me? Authentic me?

On a bed of my neurons I’m no more subject to yours, not, but yours no more control me. I can listen surrenderingly to listen and be affected by, as I choose to be, by such beautiful music; yet I can listen to my mind the same way. My mind seems to produce words sometimes that I don’t like; I reject them. Phrases granted me by others to describe me, limit me, my world incarcerate by what they say; I learn how to reject. Programmed not by that which I only want to reject, is my Truth programmed by me?

The Truth that I have accepted as Truth along the way of my life, thus far, is it conscripting? Is it absorbing me while I thought I was absorbing it, or accepting revolution of something absolute?, only to allow it to be preempted when I find out something more “true” later? Do we create our own truth? Truth to us? Truth to me? – fails me when I find truer still.

Absolute Truth of the past is no longer my truth, at all, whatsoever. Truth is relative, to what I know, till I find out, something truer.

My belief must be able to change, if I’m going to learn anything, and advance in this world, maturing in it, in ethics, kingship, surrendership, leadership even! If belief is brittle, if my belief is brittle, I’m doomed. Stagnant, I’ve broken my ability to learn. I’ve “locked” my neurons into place, into certain patterns, rather than learning to dance with them!

Why should anyone seek to learn how to lock their neurons into place believing belief into a system that believes creativity into stagnancy? Why don’t we learn to dance with truth, that’s already inside of us?

I didn’t get my Truth from outside of me; I got it from within me.
Truth is in me. I can’t extricate from me! I cannot “accept” it, I can only BE it!
I be it by letting it instruct me.
I listen to my inner voice.
My inner voice tells me I am love, and I have no voice but God’s.
God’s Truth is in me absolute ‘ly, and complete ‘ly! But I must learn how to dance with it, to bring it forth, to let it surrender to me to surrender to be it. It’s already in me, so Ultimate Surrender has already taken place, if I don’t create “me” over it to be in my own separation, thinking I’m a human that must seek God, or find Truth anywhere else.

Truth is not in a book.
Truth is not in you.
Truth IS you, but you must learn how to be it, to have the voice of, The Authentic You, who teaches you not to compete with it, dominate it, or control it.

Ultimate Surrender is Ultimate Leadership.
The greatest follower is the greatest leader.
The Greatest Dancer is one who will dance with All Equally, of every nature tribe and tongue.

And Truth be Told?
It’s waiting to come out of the mouth of everyone, who come will as a child before the Throne of Your Own Judgment, to judge yourself worthy of hearing the Voice of God, within you, to teach you, to defeat separation, leading Truth to be it. One minded. One mind. One person – with Truth surrendered to be it, lead it – dance with it!

To continue learning, dance with truth. Quiet all distraction, and listen to great music :)!

Better yet? Dance not to the frequencies of another, but your own heart. Your authenticity coming forth, birth the Child of Jerusalem that has no matter, but angelic is. Be not conscripted by any religion. Be hijacked no more by theories. Let Truth have Her way, intimate, with intimacy inside of you, that you dance with. And “It” will not take your breath away – it will give it.

Dance to a new light
in a new bed

New neurons form
The Tree of Life delighted with who will be it.
Amen.

Grace Cottingham
Tulsa
www.NewCovenant.me
Twitter handle #ChristingChrist

Post 3.
Begun November 30, 2016

Post 2
November 29, 2016

I invite you to lie in a new bed, of yours, not programmed by others, religion, parents or friends. Society cannot tell you who you are, where you’re from, or what you’re to do here. Society imposes a mass “think” thought of, where copiers copy copiers, of DNA, that make up us to feel we must adhere to certain norms, regardless of their logic or rationality. It’s just “how it is” or at least, seems to be. We seem to be seamed into flesh suits that we “agree” to wear and behold the operation of “as normal”. But is it really “normal” to be normal? Who’s establishing our normality, our operating system of life? That “we’re living”?

Maybe a new bed you lie on to sleep will not be in your past, but your future. Will you control your future, instead of someone else? Or how your “feelings” feel?, about all these things?

Maybe your posture will change, because you are willing to change it. Are you? Willing to dance now? Lie in a new bed? Physically or mentally? Both, and?

What happens when willingness sets in to explore a new option, opportunity, alternative to life as we’ve known it? Thoughts enter. Thought is generated about thought. We curtail it or we expand it. We dwell on what’s being generated within us as new thoughts emerge, us in, on, something? Is what we exist on, neurons? Or are neurons controlling us? Or what bed of thoughts, form us, in what field? of thinking??

I ask you to think for yourself rather than consuming the assumptions of those who so readily offer their conformity to you, to conform you to it. You are not their thoughts controlled by anymore, for I am not, either. This is a life long quest not, but one that’s accelerated for me greatly this year, even in the last month, few months, and recent years.

I’m interested in leadership that will expand women; awareness of their posture, thinking, abilities, to come no longer under men or their authority or their definitions of how to act or be. Your life is yours. I ask you to live it. You to decide about it. You to consider new definitions of new “norms” are being fashioned to come out of the Stone Age of man telling women how to think, and what neurons should be doing, and what bed to “lie” in. The “bed” of lies no more control the light of the mind of women who will be the light the king of, who king all the light not, but the light that sets each free, to be the light energy of. Thinking shall conform to that, for light is the most powerful form of love at all, to all now released, by you who will be it, the creators of. The Creator be, of you lovely you.

Thank you for allowing me to share with you my thoughts about your Creatorship that you can develop the “memory” of from/through the inner voice of you, to you to be it, the living undying word. Birthers. Under no one’s authority to put you in “your place” under them again.

Word be, birthed in you this day.

Be freed from all thought otherwise and lie in a new bed of thoughts this day, basking in love, that I offer you all to “feel” and field to each other, changing our nation and world.

Love prevails,

Grace Cottingham
Tulsa, USA

From Grace.
Post 1.
November 28, 2016

It started with a bed … or that’s where I’m starting the story now. It changed me, because it changed my posture, or at least began to make me more aware of it somehow. It was so much more comfortable, and I found that I could lay for awhile on my stomach or my back, stretching out my frame in more comfortable way than I could do on my previous bed, which was way more expensive. I traded my big queen expensive bed to my sister for this regular size wicker bed in the picture, which I had no idea would suit me so well, much less play a part in a major change in my life.

Change? I soon after acquired another car; I had owned only a motorcycle and/or motor scooter for a couple of years. My new car, a red 2007 VW Jetta allowed me to attend some things that I might not have in colder or wet weather. And what else have I attended with my car? Tango lessons. !!

Posture!!! First thing in tango. Posture. My teacher telling me how to stand, even before how to walk, was even before the first dance step! But I was hooked. I was on to “something” that would change my life even further.

Now after several months of sleeping in my new bed, and a month having a really nice car and enjoying tango lessons, I find myself launching out into even more new territory: blogging about it. 

I share with you not because I want to improve our posture, our confidence to do new things, and find and do things that enhance our life in a spectrum that is not narrow, but “broadsides” everything we do, so that our “bandwidth” of perception, perceptible happiness, begins to accelerate in our life.

I bless you, to be The Christ – women! It’s not a man about. Christ is not a man. Christ is a woman who births the word, to be a new creation, speaking into existence the newborn “word”. This newborn once birthed must be developed into a maturity of confidence and ability to do new things new ways, without the permission of men, or any other people that may have exerted an undue influence on you. So many influences are so subtle. Mine is overt, plain and simple. I’m on a path of exploration and adventure with new peoples, new activities, and a willingness to overcome my fear and reclusiveness.

So I bless you to start with where you can start with who you can start with, even if it is alone in the awareness of your posture and your bed, dancing may come, and believe me, dancing tango can be fun. Challenging but fun. Challenging but worth it. It’s like there’s an entire language of it; such subtle nuances of movement; invitation and acceptance in, by movement. And meeting new people and doing new things is changing my life. I’m enjoying this and I hope you do also; not just me reading about, but you recording, dancing, and lying in a new bed maybe.  

I provide confidence free, to those who will provide it to others. Follow me. “Follow me”? I make leaders who make leaders who heal themselves, by healing others. I release you into the leadership you have within you already. Why? Because I believe in you as a person, a woman who will be called into new things now doing with others new, helping each other be fearless. Changing our posture in part of it, often, and how we “dance” with others in conversation, and even our own energy.

Be no more a recluse in your own world. Let “your own world” expand now, and willingness be to encourage others now to explore and check out new possibilities in their world, beginning with you. Maybe there’s a new bed for you. 

I love you. I love you all.

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Grace
Grace Cottingham
Tulsa USA

Love is upon the earth now in tangible form, governing with the values of love. I stand for love and the values of integrity that value every person on earth equally, ending discrimination and poverty. Love is far more than a set of feelings, for true love is a set of values that form our behavior and the very essence of every relationship. We can become a nation of lovers that change nations, because love is the greatest power any nation can operate with. There is simply no weapon that can defeat love.

I love grace for I love love and love forgives and births forgiveness as lines of communication in love transcend the molecular. We must now move on to our future and be not tied to the past nor its values nor its technology. I invite you to become a person of love in action, living a set of values where we love each other truly, eliminating the need for many laws. There’s a better way to live than just being a labor force for commercial interests, chained to a job that keeps us in debt. There’s a life we can live in this country that values each other no less than our own.

I stand for love and my name is Grace Cottingham bringing love to this nation and all who will stand with me to become a new creation of love in two shoes that affect every person around them, because, love is unstoppable.

I love you all.

Grace Cottingham