A Pathbreaker's Catechism

Rodleen Getsic

memorialis

Rodleen Getsic

Reflections of recollections... One night, Ghostdance at Wounded Knee. Another, a mind blowing IED in Iraq. America's old fashioned ways of expansion and assimilation historically retribute in patterns of disgrace.

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To change a culture; to alter the world; to force "democracy"... this is the work of America. Meanwhile, leaving everyone in the dust of the ashes of the ages. War hurts everyone. We do not have to habituate to this level of anxiety. The military honchos of the United States are strategically doing their utmost to weaken the entire world, and to take over. It is obvious. [[check this]] Bush is a dictator.

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American government at the head does not take care of its own peoples. America's government brainwashes humans into "killer machines" for warfare. Americans of all ages are on drugs that numb the consciousness (prescribed by doctors and/or recreational). American cities are ridden with homelessness and poverty. Disasters increased by American negligence are destroying coastline communities. The United States of America is crumbling, literally.

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To each and every soldier, troop, fighter, leader, and defender involved in combat for any country, tribe, cause- whatever the reason for the fight - know that you are loved, blessed, and cared for. And if you are injured from war, may you find healing in a unique way. Remember that you are strong. All of you. We love you. We will come through this. From the hearts of our beings, to the outer most regions of existence, God is in us. All of us. Stars. Listen. Blessings. Love.

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People uniting worldwide for cause... This is necess. New ways. New waves: The wave of the future is now. Intellect. Internet. Music. Art. Vitality. Connection. Culture. Community. Games. Nature. Magic. What have you. We are getting it.

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Sitting Bull (pictured above) is the Sioux chief that led his people in the Native American resistance.

This is how it begins...

Rodleen Getsic

Little Rodleenie and Papa at Lake Stuart in the Cascades.

Gorgeous scenes are ours.

These are mere words onto paper - paper
that does not exist - exiting
into cosmostic ebbs
in tiers of glass-like formalities.
Mirrors.
We change
what we see
as we see it fit.

Everything moves
and breathes and lives and dies,
evolving.

Evelation, in a sense, is how it all works.

Rudy Getsic somewhere in the Cascade Mountains
with Pop (inside of the reflection) taking photo.
Rodleen Getsic

All of the art that is created and generated unto now succumbs to the Big Picture. I see parties uniting and untying. What now? God knows, as do we. We leave it up to the everchanging scenes. Hello. This is rhymes and riddles, is it not?

Take a look at not-a-thing, nothing, evoluting. We do not have to understand. Our lives are larger than that. Take a breath.

Breathe in prana. You were told all along. This life is more precious than gold. So is pot. I know. I know. Look, this is art.

When I was still a glimmer in the eyes of my ma and pa, this is what it looked like:


Pam and Ed Getsic at the beginning
of their life together; just prior to the
creation of their firstborn, Rodleen.
Rodleen Getsic

Love. That is all.

Love.

Love.

Love.
Love.
Love.
~!Rg

Notation: The instigation for this posting comes with the beginning of a reBorn website, and that is - www.GetSic.com
Stay Tuned.

Rodleen Getsic. Topanga Elfin Forest. By Kevin Kerber.

MOM = WOW

Rodleen Getsic

Dear Mom,

Thank you for birthing me. The inspiration you always give is everlasting. The Love you share echoes around the world and back into you. What a way to be!

I love you!

Love,

Rodleenie