Deception
The action of deceiving someone. “obtaining property by deception”
A thing that deceives. “A range of elaborate deceptions”
Inheritance
A thing that is inherited. “he came into a comfortable inheritance”
The action of inheriting. “The inheritance of traits”
Imbalanced
Lack of balance: the state of being out of equilibrium or out of proportion
A Structural imbalance
A chemical imbalance in the brain
“Mother Earth and all Her creations are suffering because of ‘Man’ and His Religious structural imbalance.
Not until we treat women with equality throughout the entire world will we as humans attain equilibrium.”
“I Discovered Truth and Peace Within on Inspiration Point ”
~The G.A.S. Man~
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Kathleen JoAnne Milan reunited with the great mystery on July 9th 2023.
I love you Mom, I miss you. You have always and will forever fill my heart with G.A.S.
My hope is that I discover forgiveness Within.
This first blog for 2024 is dedicated to you.
Thank you for being my most powerful teacher. R.I.P.
December 14th, 2016 I posted my first Blog and It goes as follows:
This is my first blog post for G.A.S. Gratitude, Awareness and Service. The life we experience is not just a reflection of the thoughts we think about most. It is also a reflection of the actions we take. So what are you thinking? What are you doing? This blog is intended to share stories, ideas and concepts to change the way you think about life. How you change the way you do things. Please Bear with me,(pun intended) as I learn how to navigate this new realm of blogging and understand how best to share this journey with you. Thank you, The G.A.S. Man
December 27nd, 2016 I posted my next Two Blogs. First was “The Tale of Two Books”, the second was
The intention of this Bolg:
This Blog is not about doing the right or wrong thing. It is about serving the people whom are passionate about protecting, honoring, and communing with the Natural World. This field was created for you to share your free G.A.S. with others. A place to join a community of like-minded people that want to give the Natural World a voice. It is for all whom are honored, humbled, worthy and excited by this invitation from the Universe.
As RUMI a 13th century mystic poet once said, “Out beyond ideas of Wrongdoing and Rightdoing is a field. I will meet you there.”
Natures G.A.S. Station is a Field to create a world we wish to experience together.
I’ll meet you there.
Between December 29th 2017 and June 8 2017, I wrote thirteen more blogs before posting
“The Journey Begins” on June 21st 2017
We just returned from our trip to Geneva, Switzerland reconnecting with friends and reminiscing about the past with our Son Eric and his wife Lauren after having left there 14 years ago. What an incredible trip it was. For me, it was a reminder of what’s important in life, Gratitude, Awareness and Service. The past several weeks and perhaps months have been a whirlwind of emotions and preparations for what Josie and I are about to undertake in our lives together. Selling our Dream Home, quitting our jobs, leaving our families and friends, traveling the world. What are we thinking?! My Mom keeps telling me, “you’ll regret selling your home.” … Click here to read the rest.
Dear Mom,
July 2017, Seven years ago, Josie and I left Minnesota. Our son Eric and Daughter-in-law Lauren invited us to come live with them in Colorado because they were planning on starting a family of their own. Without a second thought our choice was made, plans were drawn, prioritized and executed. We sold our Dream Home (Beavers Point Cabin), quit our jobs, left our family and friends behind and ventured out into the great unknown. Both you and Josies’ Mother were not happy with our decision and I can only imagine what it meant to the both of you, abandonment, selfishness, heartbreak…? You in particular were so angry the day we left it was difficult to look you in the eyes, they were like ice cold blue daggers. I rarely spoke to you after we left Minnesota. No longer did we feel welcomed when we returned home for a visit. Little did I know, within days of our departure from Minnesota, July 2017 you changed your will. You disinherited me! All my siblings were told of this latest decision and it was their choice whether they read your change of will or not. All but one chose to read it. Everyone was aware of what was going on. Finances and assets were shown and explained in detail. A gift of a thousand dollars was given to each of your grandchildren except for Eric. Why Mom? Why!!! I can accept your punishing me, but why exclude Eric? Guilt by association? Co-conspirator to our happiness? I would be unaware of these little factoids until nearly two months after your passing. Three days before departing Colorado for our third trip home to Minnesota in 2023 for a wedding, I mysteriously received an anonymous copy of your will with an unknown company letterhead in Alabama. Not from either my brother or sister,co-executors of your estate, but from some unknown in southern Alabama. After interrogating all my siblings as to the reason why you did what you did, the responses were all varying shades of gray. Your reasons (your stories) I heard from each of them were all different but with a common theme. If your intention was to infect pain, you succeeded on a grand scale. I hold no shame, blame or guilt toward any of my siblings nor to you for not telling me your change of will. I know that we are all doing the best we can with the life we’ve been given. Dee, Josie and I were asleep in your hospital room the evening you passed. Just before midnight I awoke with a powerful sensation of heat within my chest. Three times in succession I felt an all encompassing warm embrace surrounding my heart and in the moment as the feeling dissipated the third time, Dee whispered to me that you were leaving us. We embraced each other as we witnessed you taking your last breath. This wasn’t the first time I felt I’d lost you. This however would be the last. The first was the night your son, my brother Mark, was hit by a drunk driver. You spent the next 40 years caring for him at our home. If that is not the definition of a Saint, then I’m mistaken. The second time I metaphorically lost you is when I began undergoing my spiritual transformation. At the beginning we had some of the most amazing conversations. One particular evening’s chit chat together centered around the fact that one of your favorite people in spiritual history was Edgar Casey. I recall asking you why you never talked to any of us kids about your interest in spirituality and all I can recall is the lifting of your shoulders and one eyebrow as if to say, I don’t know. I shared with you my fears of sharing my invention (The Peace Chair) with the world for the World. How I didn’t feel worthy, not good enough of such an undertaking, or ready for the responsibility of such a grandiose intention. My fear of becoming famous and the loss of privacy that comes with such notoriety. I don’t remember any words of encouragement or support at that moment. I only remember the shrug of the shoulders,the lifting of an eye brow. I believe that was the moment our spiritual connection was severed. We never spoke of such things again. Our future conversations returned to the surface of life. However my feelings and fears I shared with you that evening remained buried deep within. What I believe to be true is that like me, you had many mystic encounters and were afraid to share them with others. Especially your children. And so what more could you say except nothing. It deeply saddens my heart that in the end, I was unable to voice my feelings authentically with you, but instead because of fear, they came out sideways in an uncontrollable verbal rage. Thank you Mom for the lessons of Love. spoken and unspoken. I love you. x>
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