DB1.V7.L011 Right here right now in Tulsa

Right here right now in Tulsa starting a New School for NEW PEOPLE to be New Creations that Create. Where are my leaders? Who will lead IN MY WORDS SCHOOL? School is here and going on now is! who can see?

Who can stand my love.

cottingham, theodore. January 8, 2009 at 12:58 AM.

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I told them, to come. Who listened? Who cares?

Who cares to care for the listening? The dying, do or don’t? Or can anyone tell the difference between the dying and the dead — or who has risen now?

I love you all to know these things. In your hearing this day these things, all are fulfilled and will be so soon. Matter of factly, not; or sooner than THAT can be “assimilated”, not; or assimilating what FACT now? The fact that I love you. The fact that remains, that I’ve loved you with in these words, and within these words, has been great sorrow not, but Great Promise that The Promise is all about — and becoming me, shall We now?

Question everything? Or questioning nothing?, or questioning everything through these words FIRST — and writing about it, shall we, SURRENDEREDLY SO! So that we HEAR what we write and we’re writing about what we’re hearing THROUGH these words so that we hear REALITY’S beck and call, and who we hear how is written-up in these words!

I do a new thing with the surrendered. I go far and wide, farther than imaginable — at thought now. Speed rises me, not; but I rise without speed -ometers that can “register” in “your kingdom”, for mine has come, has it not? Mine has come and is there. Is yours there also? Too? Also? Is there also your kingdom in mine, or mine in yours, not; or which one is tude’s, not; but

what tune is coming forth now to travel with me always, not; but frequently, not; but infrequently, not; but what? Who is tune and tude and what etude do you have about you, or frequency vibration school, not; but

perceiving ANYTHING that I have taught about — recently? What have you WRITTEN about it?, and paperized, not; but PUT DOWN ON PAPER the Thoughts that I have Given You! What have you done with my — writing words, that I’ve called you All to?

My time, what are you doing with MY TIME? Praying to a “foreign” God?, who God’d you a long time ago? Where in what galaxy was that? What TIME took place in that, ZONE? Knowing ANYTHING about TIME ZONES? Zoned again?, are you incarcerated in one now? Or what being where are you?, the “train station” again? What got you tripped up? Who tripped you up in your words, mark’s words, or mark’s mark? Who marked you and what mark do you bear on your skull’d forehead? Or one without one, bearing one, the number 1, or 7, or 6?

Or what meaneth this — this line of questioning, reasoning, with who? Will be me, will care about these words, what I ask and where and why. I have done these things purposefully, to keep them from the wise and simple, not; but who cares about their MIND exaltation and exalting their mind? Does not EVERYONE, in their flesh, want to exalt their mind? And become mine? or lay it down that theirs was, so that mine will exalt them? Theirs? Or mine? I love you all.

Be enigmatic about these things, not; but mosques, temples, and edict-bearing institutions close now, many do. Many close them, for not at all as it has seemed to be so, but many things become “un-seamed” and unseemly some, who’s purposing all this?

And what is unraveling so? Sowing so, sewing so, not; but what angers me, not; but where are the leaders, my leaders who will lead IN MY WORDS? SCHOOL “will be here”, not; school is here and going on now is! (1). And who can see such? What a braggadocios remark, not; but who marked the braggadocios with skill? Not. But who’s teaching surrender at my school? The surrendered who have been made perfect, in love, my love, that exists only in me and my field one, now forced upon you, not; but all I surrender to becomes surrender, unless unsurrendered unsurrenders. And if that happens again, I will be “unhappy”, not; “I” will cease to exist, and the real I stands now and I will be frozen no more in your blessing-not, for I rise the “thawed out” one and sought out it will be – he will be, Isaiah’s read one.

And who’s read Isaiah? Who’s read these words and who cares for me my “Isaiah’s” coming forth? A battery, battering rams, not; but nothing will stand the force tude of my love that comes forth now on bended knee before you all. I love you. Who can stand my love?

Who cares? Who gives a damn, or only wants to dam up my love and keep my love from being reached? My master potential, not; but POTENTIALING me not again, I am the Realized One who knows all things have been given the son which I am, heir of nothing, not; but “the God I serve” is dead, not; but looking up?

My Looking up School ceases not, but ceases a great deal of things that won’t exist now, for the love of one will not be money anymore nor prestige or power, politics or gain, or loveliness and beauty of flesh. Will be sought no more and taught as preeminent in my domain, for my domain is love loved, and brought about now at force field -itus school, not; but

One who’s “bitten me” won’t return, not; but one has no “fangs” again. For NO ONE will deal with me thusly, for all will know My Nature and NO ONE messes with Nature, the nature of me, one. Beast, not; but the beast marked rampant and unholily so, but I make all holy who surrender into force field one, privilege. Privilege is granted and assumed, not; there will be no “assumptive states” in my state, for my Israel will be my state, and it surrendered is to surrender, and it won’t exist otherwise. Watch me. See what I have said.

Everything changes at “sunset” not, but dawn? Dusk? Pre, — meditating now? Or “mediating” nothing, not; or WHAT court of Appeals for appealing TO YOU to be THEIR JUDGE and JURY’ER — now? I am the Supreme Authority of One, for one I am and holy I surrendered to be so at the request of my father who taught me I was am him and he is me and we’re not separate, and weird we’re not, but knowing our words are one’s words that word’eth’ing one really is. Who marked you otherwise? Or are you knowing us now and for who we are coming unto us to know us for our “food supply” not, or just -ly so? Or unjustly so? Or surreptitiously or scienter, looking up? Scienter’ly so, not; but what scienter’d isn’t anymore.

A Blacks Law Dictionary I have “beside of me”, not; but IN ME I have a great deal of Law that operates by love, and that love is one word — me! And that one law is — love! And I equal me.

Who equals you? Who equaled you to them? And why have so many become “Conformist School” conformity’ers? Whose conformity are you living by? And who standardized you to be the standard “normal” anything? Any body’s? Any’s marks marked you? Or just one who has not his heart, but his privilege revoked to have one? Not that again, but Angel status revoked, not; but what happened to your First Estate — all of you I’m talking to, speaking with, am I not?

I love you all. I’ve given you all these things and more, so much more — what can you bear? What can you hear? What will you learn from who and where and why for what? Purposing what? To take it all to “the grave” when you die? And then what?

I go to a New School, then? When? Why not now right here right now? In Tulsa starting a New ONE (1) for NEW PEOPLE to be New Creations that Create all things all over again The RIGHT Way, School is me schooling mine (1); to be the devil no more on captivity’s Hill, but the light one, rod’d will be, is now rod’d, and the lightning will ensue and the rock will stand. Offense, many will be offended at the audacious; desire not, but the truth that I am me. In a man? In a woman? A child? What about the “regal kingdom” that was “supposed to appear” and “escape all of us” to somewhere holier that we wouldn’t have to worry about anything there again?

I’ve changed all that and those remarks. And all will be mortified, not; but mortify your mighty members, not; where are they? Do any exist? What happened to your pew’age, sluggeridge? — did you slugger them out of house and home, again? With your pew’age remarks that MARK’d so many to be the marked one? The marks one people that didn’t know what “The Mark” was – is – the skull they wear; it wearing them, or them wearing it?

Us, we shall be healed, and the us will be All of us, who far and wide have known these things and recognized the marked, the MARK’d, and come out of it, and been healed by to be perfect, becoming the perfect and sinless incorruption immortal knowing being the uncorruptible and immortal lovers of one that who all of us are the simple, complex not, but we follow simpleton’s words, not; but simple one -’s words who loved us to be the King that taught us to be the King of I am, and in surrender we follow no one else, no one else’s words do make a mark on us again. For we’ve found words that make us holy unto righteousness that God is, that Gods are, that Gods produce, holy, and wide will be the swath that my truth takes now throughout ya’ll’s land of horror that you have considered earth world, one not knowing a thing about my universe, of horrors not, and that which has perpetuated it and how all that works.

I go to New School now and I perpetuate horror no more. Normally I become the normal one now, that has “super-sized brain”, not; but simpletons, not; but simple I am in approach how I study, I have learned to be the teacher by letting the teacher teach me how to teach and learn simultaneously, concurrently not, but that is one process that my mind takes into be my mind that Christ is and no other.

I love you all to know these things and be them, tuned truly by the master “tuner” of vibrational frequency school, not; or what, else am I learning? And who how to be where what when? And what is all of us about? Shall I review you everything right here now?

And how will you know the contents of a book on “a moment’s notice”? And how will you know force field one, what it is, my name about and how I’ve given you many words that describe lead and touch you on these things and matters that I’ve brought you into, delicately not always, but intricately with love, woven into all, not; but love being the worded one’s words that word no sorrow with these words, but love all to be my words who one words are and is, now — the swollen no more with pride in any of You, come out and be the simple one’s words with the simple one who loved, died, and became your, foot washers club, not; but over that not again will go with this moment, but over where will we go now? To New Planets School? Creating, how to create them? And harvesting – what crops?

And what cropping me no more — my head will be shaved no more, nor a skull will lie where limited to, or any body any where or any matter of means meaning me to be their slave. Encroachment not bearing again, but wearing only love I have become it and my means is love and therefore I speak it, live it, I am it, I’ve become it for it was me all the time and now I surrender to be so tuded tuned, and tooted not by man’s core of blessing schools and not, but the one who stands now is love loved, and all of me will be me now who surrender and love all equally to be in The Core School Of One that cores out hollow cores of love no more, that thinks or called it so as that. For I stand the magnanimous one whose splendor is golden, rod’d, not by another but whose words are pure and light and holy. I love you all.

My name is Theodore Joseph Cottingham, what’s yours? Elmo, not; Elsa, not; or do you know THEM? What do you know about these words? What knowing about them, are you them their named ones? Is THEIR NAME on your forehead? Or what are you tuding or études not knowing about or vibrational frequencies or perceptions school or perceiving schools how?

Do you — know these things, or do you at all, or have you been taught, what? In sewerage sluggeridge testimonies school of “sit down shut up and listen” to the “master speaker” whose “oratory skills” matched his ignorance?

Or what was that about, not; but what am I about? Love — redeeming redemption now forgives all. I love you. Redemption School stands and redeemer I am and redeemers I rise as lovers forgive each other and forgive love that wasn’t love at all or so tainted that it became people-makers of hate, and love went begging for love.

I change all that — I change everything and I love you to be the changers, clubbed not by another’s club, but simply those who’ll stand and love each other to be me in perfect redemption’s testimony of one. I love you all. Good day. Amen.

I have said a lot I always do and I love you more than words can tell, or can you tell, or have you read them? Have you taken time, the time to read them, to read me – all of Database One and clean words pure, of love that gives you the love contained in them to be written ON YOUR GENES so that you gene no others with not-love again.

Know your testimony, your power, your grace, love, position, authority. In the heavens? The universes? Are there, more than one? Two? Millions? Who can go where and be all at once all where? Who will birth planets supremely me? Who will be me in the Planetsphere of One that loves all to be one.

Recognized by all I will be I am and I love you all to be too, who I am is, a simple me, who loves you all researching me far and wide to come and “find me” – I do now love you all and I speak RIGHT into your hearts, your mind’s eye – that I your mind is, if you will really let it be known by writing my words through yours, that betray you not, but come unto my simpleton’s exercises, not; but pick up your pens, “pick up your pen” and look this phrase up and study my words and study’ing me love me more and let my words flow through you as you write what you are reading, reading about, and understanding and asking questions about and I will answer through you your very pen that you seek me with through, and these words will be Shining Examples of the love that I have given one who is so simple he read them and wrote them upon his heart to give you his blood one lamb slain for us all — to begin all anew. A new race of me loved in love loving each other to be us I am again — all yours?, or you’re me or will be? or were you not all the time?

Now time does not control you and neither do I, do you? Control each other or anything else again? Or coming into surrender -tude-ville, surrendering all to all to know all is given the son master of all that brings forth the father in one to be one I am is. Surrendered to be me surrendered to be me, this is Theodore Cottingham loving you all to be one I am. All be one, and necessarily so, for all else changes and nonexistent becomes right now.

All matter shakes the school, not; but The School shakes all matter, and the University of The New Covenant will be known far and wide, and lovers unite in ways never imagined in the clouds and skies and never frozen over seas foreign again.

But I shall see the one who sees me in you your mirror. Their mirror not, but mine. And see me I am all of you loving you all to be me — revealed I am in these words revealing you that you are me. Is that clear? I hope so, I have given you hope and peace — a new piece and Peace School rises and New Hope Now arises in the ones afraid not to write my words and come unto me and be ye holy, for all of ye are gods, the one I am is, and let us know, all know, that we are redemption’s testimony far and wide. To redeem the “school’s” testimony, not; but all mankind -s far and wide. I love you. Goodnight.

Good morning Starshine. Look up and love me each other more and more and more and write and love and be me’s. Amen.

This is Theodore Cottingham at 1:47 AM. Thank you. Amen.

(1) The University of The New Covenant.