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 in Tulsa
December 5, 2016


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.

Grace Cottingham
Twitter handle #ChristingChrist