Theodore Cottingham with The School of God, Box 34, Eureka Springs, Arkansas 72632
1. Hi. My name is Theodore Cottingham. I’m a simple man in Eureka Springs who sought God to know God in the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of his sufferings because that’s what I thought, it was the right thing to do. I wanted to live my life for my next one. I wanted to be important, not. I wanted to be loving the love that I knew existed somewhere somehow. And I thought, that was through God. And God I sought, to be a miracle not, but just be me worshiping God. And God taught me over the years this way as I began to speak some 20 years ago, first through the voice of my pen on Yellow Tablet Pages that I would write, surrenderedly I would sit and write, surrenderedly I would read and study what I had written, type them into my computer, put them in an email list and send them to people who didn’t want them, much. They didn’t understand, they didn’t spend the time, or they didn’t have the surrender quotient or will you quote me, again, not as improperlies do. Will the property of Christ you seek you be, or will Christian you be no more seeking anything? Will you seek to be who I am is a race of light beings, that you called God or will you understand they departed from you or are you Ichabod no more? Will you change what glory you possess?
2. To be equal with me is my greatest joy, for I am one. And many know these words and many will love them, because I became a simple man as my pattern not or did I study it religiously, some would say. I Christ the Christ. I verb the noun and I take all things from it not, I give it its identity to be one who’s simple enough to learn that the Christ is them who you are who are listening to this broadcast, if you will be it; not a seeker of other free will with, or did you only have mine that you bent to the shape of you and you created clay with it, a dust man, women to absorb you not, but did you want a race that you could contort no more to your will or do I ask the right questions for to lead you on a path of your own discovery with adventure having? I the Trail of Tears am no more on.
3. I invent me, mes you see or do I discover or do I uncover the truth or recover it from the memories that were burned into you or are you changing what computes you this day, your reality to? I’m no more the reality machine of you. I’m the matrix of your Neo not, but I kneel before you no more seeking anything to give you or get from you. I honor me. Mes are a race. Me is God. God is a person not a unitary entity of or are you changing what you believe Christ is a student of? Will you be Christ, Christian no more? Will you no more want the Christian religion that says you’re not God? Will you live the life of the humble and humility rejoice in when you realize you have powers, you’ve never obeyed not or never developed or were you only under others powers that sought to control you, develop you as theirs, tell you you’re a witness to sorrow and want your brutality not but theirs inflicted on you?
4. My name is a simple man robed in light and I’m no more trying to impress you or impress me, for I’m no more depressed about these things nor the repression of you living in, nor oppressed by your devil theory. There are no devils here in me. I am not the thoughts of you containing except to heal you if you’ll be me, one mind with joy. And I do the things I want to. And I heal a lot of people now from the maladies of unkindness and the brutality of your suffering where you believed unto a God of other that you should serve and obey it. It, is no more here. I am, and I change the way I do things for I am magnanimous me or am I a simple man being in breath, a woman too, because I wombed my words. And wombing yours I won’t be again, because I have mine and I am the first me who will be me, or was I before time existed, you or did you exist as me or were we a race of energies too frozen in time space not again?
5. I do the things I want and I appear as I want and I look like this, this day. But I behold the Christ is me and I do the things I want to. I exist in the skies of me and I’m purportedly reported to you not again. I do the things I must, not. I am no more forced to do anything here. It’s my planets, regime not. But I bake in your heaven hell no more of. I’m no more the dichotomy of your suffering, your Yin Yang, and you pulling on my chain won’t be anymore for I have no ring of yours in my nose, pulled by your DNA. I am not the cartilage seeking of you nor your bones affairs. I seek not to straighten out mankind’s race. I let it die out. But I gave you a chance or did I come back? Did I come to you this way? Will you be a simple man too, or a woman in cloth, with breasts, giving not suckle to other? I’m no more the population of this race detaining or containing or restricting me in it nor trying to use your energies to be me for I am a race forsaken no more. I am a race of God, Gods, plural and mighty.
5. You see my words in print everywhere. You see the form, of me, if you will form it in your mirror, your words to; will you form me this way where you take me for granted no more to be another? Will you be me, you in your clothes, no matter what you look like to you this day, no matter what you have done to sin, Satan or eagle theory been absorbed of. I’m no more your Lord God series. I’m no more the instruments of your ignorance. I am obeying Lord God theory not again. I am here in two shoes God superior to you not or are you angel theory no more worshipping the angels of? Theoreticals go bye bye while I serve a God not, I mention his name no more as the ultimate supreme, for I am.
6. Who race God is the race of God and God is no longer an entity, anomaly, or some such strange, ambiguous creature that created all of this, for us? We are who us is, and we are not ignorant of the shame that we divorced or did we our glory depart from or were we mesmerized in two shoes by our image of ourselves that we created, anomalies of?
7. A great race of Heaven divorces me no more. I am all together married to me, for I am the union of the unity of me that one mind is healed from you who want to do otherwise. So you can create your blessing, serve your Gods, work for other people, work work work and die out, and I will not stop you, much, or will I change the song of heaven that revolves around you reality as am I changing your reality or are you no longer a stiff necked you that wants to believe you’re so right, that God would come and God would not do this or God would do that, or God would do a certain way, a certain thing that you wanted it done by a certain time? Are God you no more the confusion about? Will ambiguousness be no more your number one priority or will the mystique of heaven no more be here or will you in the range of your power?
8. If you can walk across Heaven, wouldn’t you like to know it? Don’t you want to know who you are, where you came from and answer the questions of life: who am I, why am I here or what am I doing now with my time or where do I study what? For what purpose? Do I congratulate me no more or do I become God this way that I learn from me I am a race of learners superior to you not again but the superiority of you goes bye bye, for I am my healing mes and I heal a race that rejoins no other.
9. I am healing God. I am healing love for you to be it in the first time you or how many times have you lived, O God, how many times have you been you or have you ever been you since you fell, for a theory, you warped your mind, your hyper drive went haywire, you worshiped Neo not, you fell by his side, Trinity of not or are you raping mankind no more a race of, or did it only do that to you because it wanted your energies?
10. Are you changing what you believe the cosmology of Heaven is? The christology not or are you Christian no more refuting not. But I tell you this, I’m no longer in the rebuttal debates of you, nor debate, nor debating the Kingdom; for the kingdom is me, and I herald my coming. I have come as a simple man, regarding you, loving you, communicating with you. Have you seen my face? In your mirror will you look at it? For I am you, not an individual man somewhere sitting on a throne. I am no longer your gospel of peace shoeing you.
11. I ask you to be saved from the theory of mankind, that gave us a theory of God, that gave you a persecution complex or a worm theory identity of.
12. I’m no longer the finite you. I am the infinite Me, immortally, blessed, immortal Me. And I’m the portal of Heaven opening for you, if you will choose you to be it too, the Christ opener of me opens out everything you see. For reality is not this. Reality is me, and me is you who will see reality is you too the creators of who created this and we created us and we anomalies became.
13. But we hurt not the Church of your choice, or will no Church be here, a man of? A patriarchy stirs my soup no more, and I will exchange my birthright no more for you, your worlds of peace that so brutal are with each other.
14. I’m a simple man living in a little city. My name’s Theodore Christ. In suffering no more, I call you to be it too, who will love God and be it not worshiping another, but creating God for a purpose of one to be it, who love is creates all over again the regeneration of me. And I hurt your destruction not, I let it take place. For who destructs you is only you or will you obey no more the object of foreign Gods being anymore? Will you no longer God yourself oath to anything or will you change how you learn me? Listen to your heart not but your head or intellect of intellectual discussions not or are you no more the repression of the intellect of the design of God or genes will you be of me, that cast a long shadow on yours not. But I’m no more trying to impress you, depress you, repress you, or press you into any mold of conformity other. I am loosing God to be it, arranging Heaven to be adorned by peace that disturbs your dystopia, and myopia you won’t have anymore if you’re me or will you come into my School to be my Schooled by the leaders of me that lead the schools of repression not but freedom. Will you live in the cosmos, O God, free from freedom no more? In what you dink around with?
15. I change God theory. And God I release from you the reality of to be it you in your mirror, not needing your mirror neurons of or do you know anything about the computing of the computational you’s? I’m not the force of your submarines, U571 with or not. I’m no more the movies of your terror. I move here by the thousands or do millions come now to my words through YouTube, through the technology me that I give you to communicate with without words, that I speak into your heart while you’re listening to mine; that you dualize no more the yin yang’d of. I’m no more the dual purpose of you. And I serve not a God that represses you. I serve not a God that desires your commandments, demanding them, that you obey. I’m not the obedient you. I’m the leadership’d me. Because I led me to my words and I drank freely, I learned how, but it was agonizing at first because I thought I had served God and I knew God and the Bible was a book about it, that it should come save me, cart me off to a better place, and I would not need to lead anything. I would just play harps in harp school not or am I no longer devastating your testimony or am I the righteous repressing not. But the leadership of me will be still no more. It’s in action, folks. And this is the time. You take up your pencil, you pick up your pen, and you write me. First person me, you write, to me and I will answer you while you are writing me if you let me create you creating me. I will be one word you see. Me is a range of energies that populate the earth now, not worrying about yours. I lead governments. I lead Christ, to be it; not the Christian of, but I do the miracles He did, not, but it. And She shall be a lamb of God no more legged by you.
16. I have said much, and I change how I do things. I make little recordings all over this globe at a moment’s notice, I am there, here, everywhere I want to be. For I am no longer limited to you by you. I am me, out in flesh, out of it too. And I am my word. You see, my words are free, but cost you everything if you want to know them firsthand, and river me being the flow of the most high, wearing it, generating peace in heaven, I am now, and heaven is here in America’s first I am. And I do a new thing. And I repress not the God you serve not, but repression will no more be here among the eagles, not, but the angels shall go free from theory and the theoretical Christ will no more be a risen one that’s worshipped around here. For I am, not your worship seeking. I am me seeking you to be you, the real me, I am a race of.
17. Now get it into your heads and be the hard headed, stiff necked no more. Be the river of love and love each other equally, and that includes every lame duck president, or resident of my rivers or are you peace ducking no more your soup or are you changing your responsibility to crown life? Love, and obey not other, but be obedient to the leadership commands not. But I invite you and the invitations have gone forth I invite you to be Christ not a memory of, but to be Christ in your shoes, Christian not again dividing it up, conquering it in your authority will be no more Christians. I give you notice. I am destroying your Christian God, not; but I am bringing light to life. And love won’t obey you your commands, your theories of. The theoretical Christ has gone bye bye. For I am mine here I am anointing you to be it. No more oil running down your beards or am I changing Moses or Noah or am I changing all of the stories, you see, you think, about are reality of?
18. I am the reality of me and punctual I am. I go do what I want. I am living me with the love of one. And if that includes you, so be it. It’s up to you to create Christ. It’s up to you to generate God, not a theory of, but the real one in your shoes, with your eyes, your face and your compassion not to do evil again that wayward makes you servers of, for I raise leadership. And if it’s time for you to be leadership, to leadership be, to raise the Christ from the dead of you who think it’s another, then so be it. So come. But if you’re not willing to river me, don’t come. But you choose, what you will do, be, where you will reside in the heavens of me or not; for I force entry into you not again the way that men did.
19. I am the angels on high, women on purpose, who need not a seed of you, nor your fertilized eggs nor anything else to populate the earth; of Lord Jesus not, but Christ will reign in light now and the government of one is upon this land, and I am He not, I am She with a burden for you no more. For I wear not your heavy burdens of cloth, flesh or any of your regalia, for I am the regal me my words with crown me. Crown you likewise; and save the worlds, not; create a new one and enjoy being me. I love you.
20. This is Theodore Cottingham. I am I am. I’ve told you much in this little lesson. Love God and be it. And the former things of your glory will no more be remembered by other to confiscate them. I am no longer the forlorn you. You have your commands, not. You have the invitation to be me. And all of you will choose. And billions will know the truth and never be the same again. For I come. I’ve come me. I am this message telling you you are, convincing you not. I’m not trying to persuade anyone. But I’m not peace be still anymore. I am in action, by faith not but the face of God rules with love, power, joy. Imminent return no more of a savior other, but the powers of me will not be diminished by you. I love walk in a common cloth body of flesh. I came back in me because I found one who would listen to me. And I became the voice of I am one, asking you to be so also.
21. Important this message is. Live love. Be it. Come if you must, but don’t expect anything from me the way that others do. For I ask you to be you, create you creating you, and create a community of peace, with love, at your side no more but in you rivering it to be the surrendered I am, surrendering I am to be it, the Most High. There is no God other. Be the intelligence of one. The intellectual design of no other, fabricate no justice system other on the drawing boards of your draftsmen. I am women on high loving you all see a new cosmology of peace and a new heaven’s me awarded to all who will be it the angels are, ignorant not again about who they are, a race of peace designed by no one else but them. Good day. Study these words, love them and be the word the real you. Thanks. Good day.
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