I cried this morning. Multiple times several times sitting at my desk. Experiencing rejection, not; but just experientially dealing with deep disappointment, maybe from years past, a disappointment of not knowing the fulfillment of so many things that have been prophesied through me. Being a woman being a man being something besides God, not again. I am one. Going beyond God, “God”. Going beyond gender. Going beyond form.
This is where now I am. Starting a school for me, for me’s, for all who will be The One we thought was another, a supreme being; a mother force not again, nor a father figure of a God, but a one formless one, in the consciousness of the complete Creator, before God, “a separate Divine God”, was ever born or created in the mind of humanity.
I’m Grace. I’m Theodore. I’m a one. Still doing it. Still according me to me, first person me to me internally present and accounted for, lacking nothing in my mind. My mind gives me not reality but presence of fact limited to fiction, not; but intertwined with something else that tries to rob my joy, my energy. My mind usurps me. I am light, not subject to these emotions, anymore. I’m simple, faithful, harbinger of new things new people coming my way to be me, me’s, all of us The Christ in our shoes, in the shoes of one. Women too shall be Christ and The Divine Feminine freed from men. Misogyny will die out. Hierarchy will give way to equality of generosity of love loved unconditionally. That’s me and I’m sticking with it. That’s my message.
Loving you all,
Theodore Grace Cottingham
August 8, 2025 11 a. m.