You fall dead in your pulpits. The white stone no more reproduced by failure. We are no more the marbled light factories. I split not my time between Heaven and Hell again. I'm not the mixed up you.

I split not my time between Heaven and Hell again where I am one who doesn't know what it is to be either or am I not in a holding place again that I can't get out of that torments me like this am I afraid no more of Heaven's heavenated being beings of light am I not afraid of again being light that knows no afraidness or are you no longer afraid to be me if you're hell in not or heaven are you in not knowing it hell have you frozen over no more or are you changing your climate of your brain of confusion to no more be controlled by the mixed up me that don't know who they are that program themselves in each other to be mixed up about this not knowing Israel is a country not but a country of stars, cosmic of, stars in your crown are you completing for no one else, wearing the cosmic race of light. I die not again purplees as. I am non profit not or am I one. Your race are you changing a race of humankind now will you be mine to love me to no more be in hell. Will you live me that meons are living. My grace not again to be separate hell kept out of I'm no more in hell now for I've completed me and I go make it done with the lovers who constitute a camp ground no more of you. I am no more the ground landed upon that keeps me here I'm alienistic not of your aliens I'm breath in two feet Cottingham giving you an option to be me not again of you in hell who don't know who you are.  I have religion not again turning me into hell. I am Heaven making known in my temple and The First Temple is not abated again by you to turn it into The Second with Hell having your breath controlled by you. I worship God no more, anything else either. I bring me peace. Are we all saving our manufacturing machines not again. We are no more the marbled light factories. I'm no more the mixed up you. You fall dead in your pulpits.   God I am it. Before God was, I was born. I appear here me I walk in two shoes as a man and sometimes a women or am I all women who have a womb for me that claims not a man's race again. I have spoken. My light years are no more eaten by the reaper to rob its marbled breath.  A flow of light life and joy comes now who flow. Schools i have mine and leave things undone I won't again. I fly now and I live light and love I do all equally. I am meons light. I judge me light lit. I judge Christ to be it who me is on. I am living me. Knowledge light and truth. Generational me regenerates me heaven's light. The white stone no more reproduced by failure.  Theodore Cottingham School of The Original Me/us/God/One Box 34, Eureka Springs, Arkansas 72632 USA www.UofLight.org