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Your Spotless Mind

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

  

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Dancing with Truth

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

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Women the bed will now be changed by

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Begun November 30, 2016

Posted Dec 1, 2016

The picture above is named Flammarion Engraving at Wikipedia. Created over a hundred years ago, it depicts a person in this world that has reached the end of their visible realm, and done what was necessary to go through the veil to see what is there in addition to their present visible world. For the first time that person is viewing what they’re wondering if can be real, that they can enter, entering it, a reality of. Viewing a world of reality that supersedes their previous realm of their visible light that they thought they lived in up to that time – and going into it, may be you now, a picture of, in this picture.

Building on from my first two posts, my foray into blogging expands now directly into the leadership of women to be led no more by men who tell women to be under men in any way whatsoever.

The authority of men over women I pronounce the end of, presently here now, in the here and now.

Men’s view of the leadership of women is not the view of women releasing women into leadership. The activation of the SRY gene during meiosis produce metaphysical results, and physical too, resulting in XY genes that produce males often without a physical womb rather than YY females who have the capacity to reproduce their race within them, physically, emotionally, and psychologically. 

The women’s race is not weaker, it’s different, than men’s. I suggest to you that the replication of our race was in fact female, by female, before it was influenced by the male race creating separation.
Women are a race of Gods. They have the seed of God within them to reproduce what God is. God is a race of women. Before DNA was changed, no sperm was needed from “man” to fertilize the egg seed of God. Women who became not flesh we call angels now. Bodies of light. Comprehensive love, in a body of being recognized somehow visibly as light, yet matterlessness in, appearing real to our senses, and affecting us now compelling us to become what they are, limitless, will be now, and our race of separation will be ended. These are new creations of a new race. We call this: New Israel.

New Israel is limitless, matterless, not to be confused with the Mideast Nation. True Israel is New Israel, that which we create for the egg seed of God to be come into fullness of the birth by the word of God that is spoken by the one that surrenders to be the carrier of it, nurturing it with vowels and syllables, without the diction and grammar dictated by man, elevating true word status to something besides language to confuse us, a Babel did.

The Kingdom of God depicted in the picture above is what mankind has known all along: there is more than the eye can see, there is more to the story of God than has ever been told, and now created shall be now recreation of, for time is up. The angels are returning, to the status of purity of the pure word, of light, love, pervasively permeating everything that lives breathes and emits light original light of, before Creation “fell”, into the disrepair’d state we find this our world in now. We are no more limited to it.

The view of women releasing leadership into women and by women will now be come a revolution that will change everything. The bed that we have slept on, literally, in our neurons with our neurons, of consciousness un of, will now give way to us seeing a “view” of the world that is unconquerable not, but conquerable with love. The limits that realm’d our world with boundaries set by others will melt now, in our love for each other. Forgiveness will begin at home, where we forgive us, for being loveless toward ourselves, of every nature tribe and tongue.

We will become conscious now. Love will wake up. Love is waking up. Leadership of women will not be by men, but they become woman, who birth their word of light, that love all equally, condemning none to destruction. Hell will be removed as a theory and we will begin treating each other as creators of heaven, creating it, being The Creator of.

Love at the helm will be this revelation realized and entered by all who will. Love leads a revolution of peace that destroys war; first within ourselves, where we create God no more apart from us, our mind that only one becomes one with, that one is, one are. God is of one mind that is love-permeated of the mind of one sexless that can reproduce the word, word birthers, word by, one that has many minds not, but are connected now not just by molecules and theories and teachings of man that limit us all to remain here waiting on another, trying to make a living, and wait on death to take us. We are the “out” ones now with our love, for each other, changing the nation, of every nation being Israel of the true and real.

The earth will shake now, because our limits will no longer limit us, seeing a new star in the East not, but that which is in us, as reproductive seed of the word that we can surrender to birth brings about a mighty nation unconquerable, and love shall be its name the inhabitants of, Israel O Israel, home let’s go, creating the Creator again, that we had that we were, a race of lovers, altogether one. Mind of God healed shall be now let the miracles begin in me, that’s thee, that become one of, the one that is. Amen.

Religion shall no more define us to us, nor shall mortal constraints constrain us. See outside of the world that words have “painted” for you. See your leadership women, and men becoming women who will become birthers of their word of light, that make a race of light-bearers, angels returning to Angeland, that now comes visibly and visible into our “thought” lives where life regenerates life anew, tangibly and un, appearing in the tangible to make all known, all things known to the surrendered; no one waiting on another to authorize us to wait, but to be what we are.

We emasculate hell to create heaven here, first in each other not, first within ourselves, and then to each other, bowing before each other, bowing before all, the King of Kings honored, which is all us, finally recognized, realized, and entered the Kingdom of Heaven shall be, about waiting no more.

Your consciousness will no longer “lie” with your neurons. Your “bed” will change. What you do and how you do it will change. Who you do it “it” with will change.

Women be Christ. Christ imaged to us no more as a man, but word birthed to be it, let us enter the realm of the fearful no more. The led no more by flesh alone, let us become the wordbearers of light equipped to lead throughout the universe, matterless angels, who appear to the tangible beings of matter, in matter still, to come through it. Becoming a new creation, leadership be. And our flesh will never again limit what we can see, recognize, and become, the creators of. Enter now, your kingdom. Your name. Your reality, released to you be.

Grace Cottingham

Trans Woman
Tulsa USA

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Lie in a new bed

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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

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It started with a bed

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


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My name is Grace Cottingham

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