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THE MOTHER’S BLOOD OF LIFE

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HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

This is a very special day, one that every woman can rejoice in.
Whether you have physically had a child or not, you have an organ
that makes you unique. EVERY human on this planet has come
through his/her mother’s womb. You are the future of the human
race, without you the human race would cease to exist. You carry
your child’s first home, an organ that was designed to protect and
nurture your baby until it is ready to debut into the world and
join the human race. Your womb knew your baby before you did.

When the medical profession told me I needed a hysterectomy, I
refused to have the procedure unless they returned my womb to
me so I could honor it. Since I was a little girl, I knew that my
mission in this world was to be a mother. I never even considered
if it would be physically possible, I just KNEW.

My request did send a ripple through the medical community but
my gynecologist was female and once I had convinced her, she
went to bat for me. Except for the male pathologist who just could
not understand why I wanted my uterus back. He even called me
and tried for a half hour to convince me otherwise and to try to
understand why I was so adamant.

I told him: “This little organ allowed me to fulfill my life’s mission.
It protected my children (I had three) when I could not consciously do
so. I cannot let you treat it like a piece of shoe leather, I won’t allow it.”

I prepared for the ceremony even though I had not told my children
what I was planning. This would be in the cold weather so I dug
a hole in front of my statue of Mother Mary and saved the dirt for
later. I found a big rock and put it over the hole for the moment.
I used my mom’s cotton lace handkerchief for a shroud as I knew
both it and my uterus would go back to Mother Earth where they
had originally come from anyway.

On Thanksgiving Day I asked my three children to be at my home
at the same time. It was not until my children gathered around me
that the enormity of what I had done actually hit me. I started to
cry and asked them if they would help bury the first home they ever
knew. We had a little ceremony outside with each of them being
a part of it.

It was shortly after this that Mother Mary, the Divine Feminine,
asked me to write a book about my life as she said many
people would be inspired by how I have handled my
unique life experiences. She gave me the title: The Wounded
Chalice and told me she would guide me to a chalice whose
picture would be on the front of my book.

At that time, I had no idea what the title meant and just
how was I supposed to find a chalice? I ended up pawning
(my first experience with a pawn shop) three diamond earrings
in order to purchase it. I had recently lost my mortgage free
home to foreclosure, all the money I had saved and the IRS
placed a Federal Tax Lien on me due to some shenagigans
from my now ex-husband.

The chalice I was guided to get was broken in two and I
was not sure how to get it repaired but when Spirit asks you
to do something, the way will be shown to you one step at
a time. All I needed to do was trust.

I now know the meaning of the title,The Wounded Chalice.
The Chalice was wounded just like my womb had been
wounded, hence the similarity. Both the Chalice and the
womb hold the Blood of Life and Mother told me that
EVERY woman has a Chalice in her body.

Women, honor that Chalice in your body and honor
yourself for being the bearer of the Blood of Life.
There is no greater honor nor any greater LOVE
than that of the Mother.

Men, every one of you have come through your
mother’s Chalice to this earth. Honor the females
in your life and honor yourself for the protection
and safety that you afford them. Notice that it
was a male that saved this little creature so his
mother could care for him.

I was drawn to the valor of this particular mother
whose very nature keeps her airborn. There is too
much danger on the ground for her but to care for
her child, she risked her own safety. What a
symbol for motherhood.

PS. I also have never heard a hummingbird peep,
have you?

Love and Light,

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
[email protected]

“This is actually a pretty amazing story about a baby hummingbird that was found on a sidewalk. He couldn’t fly, so I took him under my wing. At night, he would come home to our house for safety. During the day, he was in the backyard of the house near where I found him. About 4 days after I found him, I was holding him in my cupped hands when his mama came by to feed him. She had seen me around, I guess, because she just flew over, perched on my hand and then fed him. This happened a number of times, so I called a friend who is good with a video camera, and he came over to film some of the amazing goings on that I told him about.”

There’s a lot more to this story, but that’s enough info to give you some context for the video we posted to YouTube. Here’s the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=l7xBLvMIBZU

TRUTH CHILLING GIFT AND RADIO INTERVIEW

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This has been an unusual week. I received an email from
a friend of a friend offering something precious that she
has kept for 38 years, it had been with her in all of her travels.
I will include the email here because I cannot describe it and
do justice to the way it was offered to me.

Email: Trish often speaks of you and how you wrote your
book..The Wounded Chalice. What an incredible journey
you embarked on!! Very courageous.

Several years ago, 38 to be exact, I worked with a
Portuguese immigrant named Carlos Martinho in his pottery
shop. He was born in Madagascar when it was a Portuguese
Imperial colony and was sent to back to Europe for
University. As art students, they talked about the evils
of government while they drank coffee and ogled the women.

All very Hemingway…and they imaged themselves expressing
their passion in great works of art.

Carlos, his wife and son came to Vancouver in 1971 and he
opened a shop in his basement. He was a good man, loving
husband and father and a passionate artist and very talented
with clay. He used a wheel, made his own molds and
sculpted with energy and enthusiasm. Unfortunately, his
health was poor and after suffering a collapse in 1973 his
family took him back to Europe and I’ve not heard of him
since.

He insisted that I have one of his “works”. And
I have, out of loyalty, taken it with me through my
life’s journey not really knowing why. It’s a
small dish of unusual design with a unique brown ceramic
glace, the result of making a mold of the original
sculpture. I know Carlos was extremely proud of the original
and felt it would make him famous.

After hearing about your book, when I look at the dish it
reminds me of a womb. I feel a driving need to offer you
the dish.

If you feel a connection to it please send me your address
so I can forward it on to you.

Love & stuff
Lynn

My reply: I am sitting here encased in chills, they are running
up and down my body. I call them truth chills

I am so honored that you would even think of me and
honored that you would gift me with such a valuable part of
your journey in this lifetime.

I am not a visionary so I cannot even imagine what it
looks like but I do know truth when I hear it. Your
beautiful Spirit has embued your devotion,loyalty and love
into this beautiful piece that was entrusted to you.

Now you are listening to Spirit again as you pass it
forward. Know that I will treasure it as you have all
these years.

I was taken aback that someone who had never even met me
would like me to have something so precious to her. I emailed her
back with my address and telling her how honored I would be to
be the recipient of such a treasure.

She lives in Canada and mailed it off to me. I received it three days
later. Any of you that have had correspondence from Canada know it
takes a lot longer than if it is mailed in the USA. What a miracle. In her
words when I told her I had received it was an astonished :”Someone
was looking after it”. I believe it was Spirit and it confirmed the feeling that
all if this was a MEANT TO BE special occasion

It came wrapped in cotton dishcloths that had been knitted by her
legally blind 83 year old friend. Another treasure. It was like Christmas
with all of the surprises.

I had no idea what to expect but it is simple but beautiful. She is right, the
brown glaze is such a shade that I had never seen before. It fits in my hand
perfectly, wider at one end and a spout like shape at the other. A womb
describes it so perfectly, right down to the color.

It also reminded me that perhaps my Asian brother and sisters might use it for
their tea or even sharing the Eucharistic Wine. It would hold tea so perfectly
and it would be so easy to sip the liquid while holding the “cup” in your
hand with no problems of spilling.

She mentioned that although she was being nudged for several months before
she had the courage to approach me with the offer (she was afraid I would laugh
at her and think her silly), she finally gathered her courage. Spirit was definitely
guiding her yet following the nudging is not always easy.

Where should I place such a treasure? It had to be a very special place.
I have an altar in my living room and within that sacred space I have a statue
of Archangel Raphael on a pedestal overlooking the room.

I was in a discount store one day and saw the statue but could not
figure out where in my home I could place a statue of that size
so I ignored the “little voice” prompting me to buy it. I went outside
but the voice kept insisting, I went back in and still did
not purchase it. I did this two more times before I finally purchased it.
The people in the store were laughing and chuckling at this woman
who kept going in and out.

I am mentioning this just to show how Spirit works even when we
try to ignore the nudging. We all have these “nudgings” yet it is not
always easy to follow them. When we do, a peace settles over us
and sometimes we find out “The Why” for the promptings.

The Statue of Archangel Raphael holds a chalice in his two hands
and the “womb” fit perfectly and felt like it belonged there. I was
guided to a crystal on my altar and, lo and behold, it was a Star Crystal
from Madagascar so I placed it in the womb. There are no accidents.

The Womb and the Chalice both hold the Blood of Life and they are
finally reunited. I have had so many truth chills about this episode
in my life.

While being an Exhibitor and a Speaker at the Natural Living Expo,
I was asked by the renown psychic Dr Kevin if he could interview me
on his radio show. There are tender moments and also lighthearted
moments and also an explanation of what happened when I asked
the medical profession for my womb to be returned to me after
the hysterectomy. Below is the link to that interview
if you would like to listen. The Title is :Through the Spiritual Lens.

Outside The Box – http://www.weboflight.com/

Love and Light,

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]

3 Brows Beach Dr
PO Box 403
Wales, MA 01081, USA

What makes a Mother?

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What makes a mother? Although physically the very first thing
you need would be a womb, you can be a mother without one
by adoption or any other method such as marrying someone
who has children, etc. It is the LOVE that makes you a mother,
a MOM.

Every human on this planet Earth has been borne through a
womb whether it was theirs or someone else’s. Do we honor
the organ that allows humanity to survive and propagate?

In all honesty, I think we take it for granted. There is much
more interest in preventing pregnancy because it seems to
occur so quickly or so effortlessly for most women or at
least teenagers.

When it was suggested that I have a hysterectomy, I would
allow it only if they returned my children’s first home to me.
I had no idea that my request was unusual, my whole focus
was in honoring the organ that allowed me to fulfill my life’s
mission of being a mother.

In fact, it was Mother Mary who guided me to write my
book, The Wounded Chalice. She gave me the title and
told me the cover was to be a picture of the chalice that
she would lead me to find.

The Chalice holds the Blood of Life just as the womb does.
Thus the title was quite appropriate for the stories of my life
which explains how I conquered all the challenges that
showed up to further my belief in a Higher Power, God and
also angels.

I would like to share with all of you, a poem? of the truth about
MOTHERS

Real Mothers don’t eat quiche; they don’t have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn’t come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don’t want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask ‘Why me?’ and get their answer when a little voice says,
‘Because I love you best.’
Real Mothers know that a child’s growth is not measured by height or years or grade…It is
marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother…

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day, share the Love of the Mother with each other.

Love and Light,

Mary Grace

http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog
[email protected]