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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

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]

Monstrance of the Mother

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Do you know what a Monstrance is? It is a repository for
the Holy Eucharist. There are many designs but most are of
gold with a lot of glitter and starburst designs.

I went to the yearly Catholic Women’s Conference last
Saturday expecting to find humor, comraderie and
teachings which I did. I met some women whom I
already knew and made many new friends.

One of the women I met that day was my exhusband’s
exwife, that is quite the mouthful. We certainly have
much in common but we did not speak of it. That is
the past and we are both in the present and looking
forward to the future.

I met a former coworker whom I had not seen in years.
We had both worked for the Postal Service but in
separate buildings. She is retired now and when she
found out I wrote a book, The Wounded Chalice,
she insisted on purchasing it. That is the ultimate
compliment for an author.

Knowing that I could not partake of the lunch they
were offering, I have Celiac Disease so need to be
gluten-free, I had brought my own food. They all
had wonderful looking lunch boxes of sandwiches
with fruit and desert. I brought my staple, chicken
chunks with walnuts and cranberries which I love.

I finally got around to going into the chapel where
the Holy Eucharist was exposed for our benefit.
I went into this small room and went down the center
aisle. I had to forcibly prevent myself from swooning
into a Resting in the Spirit right there on the floor.

I was literally blown away by the energy emitting
from this Monstrance. As I said before, most
Monstrances were in a starburst circular pattern
and most ornate in their presentation.

It is 3 feet high, individually created of layered
wood with hand-carved features and carefully
painted shadows to reflect Mary’s humility.

Her hands gently encompass a luna where Jesus
is the focus of adoration. A small light shines
through the luna creating a soft illumination of the
Sacred Host. It is securely suspended over
Mary’s heart and is called Mother of the Holy
Eucharist.

I believe the reason I was blown away is because
of its simplicity. Words cannot do it justice and here
I am trying to pass on to you what I experienced.

In hindsight, had I known She was there, I would have
spent a lot more of my day there in the chapel.

It never entered my mind that Mary would be honored
in this way and yet, She was the first Monstrance.
Her womb held Jesus first but I never saw the womb from
this perspective. Mary’s body was the first Tabernacle!

Mary asked me to write my book, The Wounded Chalice,
specifically to help women understand the value of their womb
and the mission it is accomplishing. Without this organ, there
would be no future human race.

My book is also about the many ways I gave my power away
and the different ways I took my power back. When I had a
hysterectomy, I demanded that it be returned to me so I could
honor my children’s first home.

I had wanted to include a picture of this beautiful holder
of the Mother’s most precious gift to the world but so far
could not find it anywhere. I spent two hours searching the
web but no luck. I finally called the designer so I could
get more info to share with you.

The designer will be returning my call but as I did not
want to delay the delivery of this newsletter, I decided
not to wait but I will share the news as I get it.

Last Saturday was quite the day for reflection and
exposure to our powerful feminine models. After the
conference, I was invited to an evening with Swami
Nirmalananda (Rama, Founder of Svaroopa Yoga).
I have been going to Svaroopa Yoga for around
8 years but had never had the opportunity to meet her.

It was a full day and very pregnant with experiences.
Do you have any you would like to share?

If you want to find out more about my book and my
life experiences, go to my website, blog or email me:

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