ONCE A PARENT, ALWAYS A PARENT

Once a parent, always a parent. It is so much easier when they are little
and pliable, when you can change their minds by changing the subject.

Huh? Did I say easier? I forgot the stage of them being two years old
when everything brought forth a NO as they were learning to take
some form of being an individual with their own minds.

My 53 year old son has been diagnosed with a tumor on his
lung. Six weeks ago, the doctor thought it was pneumonia.
He was out of work for a week but seemed to be getting
stronger physically.

I had heard no more even though I noticed how tired he was.
Even when I unexpectedly went to his home to return a
boomerang that my grandson had left stuck high in the tree and
my son was home, I was not told what was happening with him.

I received a call from him a few days later telling me what the
diagnosis was and that he was scheduled for surgery to remove
lymph nodes to check for cancer before they proceeded with any
surgery to remove the tumor.

My mother instinct went into full gear and all I wanted to do was
to heal him and have his bobo go away. After all, I am a healer!

I had just made a fresh batch of Essiac Tea which is a herbal
healing tea invented in the early 1900’s by a Native American
medicine woman. I brought him a bottle with the written material
of what it is and the story of how it was discovered by a doctor
and is now used to heal cancer and even detox the liver.

I also brought him a medal of St. Anthony, the Saint of Miracles,
and the prayer that goes along with it. I told him I would like to
do a Reiki session on him and be at the hospital when they do
the biopsy.

In my zeal, I had forgotten a very important point when dealing
with your children. Even though he is definitely an adult, I was
treating him like he was little and if “I” kissed his bobo, it would
go away.

He let me know in no uncertain terms that he did not want any
Reiki and also did not want me there at the hospital.

My emotions were at full throttle and yet I needed to step aside.
To him, I was just MOM and he did not want to have to be
concerned about my well being while he was in surgery.

To him, I am not a healer although yesterday I did a remote
Reiki session on a young woman who asked for my help.

I now remember what a famous healer priest said to me:
“A prophet is never a prophet in his own house”.

Had my ego gotten in the way? How could I be sure that
I would have helped in any way? I do not know the answer
to that as I am not the one that heals, it is Spirit that comes
through me.

God has given us the most wondrous gift of Free Will and
even if he was standing in front of you, until you asked or gave
Him/Her permission, no miracle or help could come forth.

Although we want with all of our heart to help someone,
we cannot until or unless they ask thereby giving permission.

I had forgotten that most important rule in my eagerness to
help someone I love so much.

Daughters understand mother love in a completely different
way and are more willing to accept help. My son is so
independent that accepting Mom’s help, would make
him feel helpless like a little boy again.

Do you believe in crop circles? If yes, you are open
to the blessings from above. If no, have you ever considered
how they are made?… a miracle?…. or a loving message from
an unseen loving force that is attempting to help us in some way?

Will we as humans accept the offering of love or will we remain
steadfast in our belief that we are in control, such as my son is doing.
It is such a beautiful world and planet but we are not alone in this
vast universe.

A good friend sent me this email with links to view the latest
crop circles. These remind me of how little we are in
comparison to them. There is no way a human could
have created them. We are so blessed to be able to
view them from above to get the full scope and design
and notice how small the humans are in comparison.

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/silburyhill/silburyhill2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/canningscross/canningscross2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/Chesterton/Chesterton2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/westdown/westdown2009.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/milkhill6/milkhill2009f.html

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2009/wadenhill2/wadenhill2009b.html

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
413-245-3977

Mother Nature at her finest

The sun is exposed, hurrah!!!

Mother Nature has been almost impossible to predict as far
as weather patterns. She is constantly fooling the weathermen .

Here in the Northeast, we have had more rainy and cloudy
days than ever before. Here we are in July and having nights
in the 40’s and even if it does not rain, it is cloudy.

Enough about the weather, I believe we are all sick of hearing
the forecasts. The sun never goes away but it does get covered
with clouds. I for one am happy that today it is exposed.

It is so nice today that I am having a difficult time writing
this newsletter. My body wants to go out in the sun even if
it is to do outside work. I hate to admit it but my brain and
my intuition seem to have taken a vacation.

I am wishing you a sunny day and time to go out to play.

I am going outside to play (work) and will send another newsletter
when my brain gets into gear.


Love and Light

Mary Grace
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com
http://www.TheWoundedChalice.com/blog

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Signers of the Declaration of Independence

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY

I am a senior citizen and was not aware of all that our
forefathers did for us. As the generations keep getting
further and further away from America’s conception,
we lose appreciation for what our forebears gave up
so we could enjoy freedom and the fruits of their labor.

It just does not come into our consciousness. When I
received this information, it brought me to tears and
a deep gratitude for what was given so that I might
enjoy the life I have now.

Let us remember and give thanksgiving for the
tremendous insight and dedication of the signers
of the Declaration of Independence. Would you
like to experience the thrill and chills of patriotism?
Then read all the way down and don’t forget
to click on the link.

CONSIDER THE COST

And now some history. A good read.

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men
who signed the Declaration of Independence ?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors,
and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army;
another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or
hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes,
and their sacred honor. What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.
Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large
plantation owners; men of means, well educated,
but they signed the Declaration of Independence
knowing full well that the penalty would be death if
they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and
trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the
British Navy. He sold his home and properties to
pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British
that he was forced to move his family almost constantly.
He served in the Congress without pay, and his family
was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him,
and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer,
Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown , Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that
the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson
home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General
George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed,
and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed.
The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside as she was dying.
Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill
were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests
and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his
children vanished.

So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and
silently thank these patriots. It’s not much to ask for the price they paid.

Remember: freedom is never free!

I hope you will show your support by sending this to as many
people as you can, please. It’s time we get the word out that patriotism
is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it than beer,
picnics, and baseball games.

Get a load of these high school kids singing. At the conclusion listen
to the high notes on the trumpet, played by a high school kid! One of
the fathers recorded it, added some graphic enhancements to the
recording, and posted it on the web. The song, of course, is the
” Battle Hymn Of The Republic.” Be prepared – it could send a
few shivers up your spine. Click below:
http://www.greatdanepromilitary.com/Battle%20Hymn/index.htm

I hope you enjoy it and get chills like I did.

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
413-245-3977