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

KINDLING A DIVINE RENASCENCE

TOPANGA CANYON, CA ---- The story is about to unfold that which the ancients left untold. Books and gurus may tell the ways, tho the means are already given. And, like algebra, naturally the course is cleared. Working together globally, the world proceeds successions that are monumentally shifting life in new directions. Unity spread strategically throughout the entire surface will root a new and strong force. Those banded with a common plan for the benefit of the whole will rise.

Some will fall and fail; others will figure and find. Hold on to your horses and hats. Generations worked it out until now, as the grandeur present change is ockering.

Abundance is the aspect of life worth waiting for no more. Balance is evolutionary. Use the ancient flambeaux that is lit up to see the torrents of true freedom. There is an open door. Now is the time. To wait is to halt. To make is to move. At the right time there will be no stopping.

"I cant take credit for any ideas
because all of the thoughts I have
have come from my interactions
with all the rest of you, therefore
youre just as responsible for this
as I am." -Stephen Fantl

State of the What?

Last Night's State of the Union Address Bush sends a clear message to the world in his address: distress.

Rodleen Getsic

What the President said last night describes exactly the state of the world: "a contagion of violence," (in his own words).

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Anarchy is what? Severe dictatorship is now taking place. The House sits strong. Senator McCain slept through his speech.

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The goals for Bush's five year plan are to increase US involvement in Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Africa.... The world all over- war and aid and terror. I heard the President push folks to volunteer to war, and I heard him say "do not wear the uniform." He praised a man with a silver star for standing with courage in front of a gunner to block the shot. Some people spoke privately about the President's involvement with Ms. Rice. "Condoleeza's his girlfriend," said HippiSteve.

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What about the State of The Union? Where do we stand? "War on terror!" Waronterr? This is the focus President Bush is envisioning for our future. More war. He wants to "fight against extremism." (Which makes no sense, for he himself is an extremist.) He wants "victory." Bush is promoting war and control. This is outright aggravated assault on the Middle East, and soon, the world, and us. This is ludicrous. The meanwhile neglect of our own nation's divided [untied] states leaves us as vulnerable as never before. Our homeland is not secure.

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What is President Bush's vision on how "America cannot fail?"

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"Waronterr!" Rhymes with: "Moron Scare."

Grand Tidings with the Winds and in the Shadows of the Moon

Rodleen Getsic

moonshadow
wind waves night

✸captured in my journal ✸
I am blazing in my mind. It's all so wild to grasp. Everything feels so fragile. So many things. Trans gressing thots rock the tides of my life, Resounding in unison and re flecting in real daze. Moving away from being down (ah, but it goes with the territory). It is the fleeting momence such as this that I give thanks in.

Blestwishes tearing thru the scheme of things. It's all coming together and making sense now.

A miriad of motion overcomes my HAND's pen as I write it out to make sense.

My hand even cramps in
the
worded
sen
tenses.

Food.

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Then I ate above the crashing waves.

❤Bella blest the food bellA❤

I gave her a million dollar bill.

Now, back to my ridge above hidden treasures

candle, guitar, good night

ORACION A LA MANO PODEROSA





Blestwishes®

(tm 2007)

Wed nes Day, January 10, 2007

Rodleen Getsic

It was some while ago already when things were different. The ball bounces into courts new and abroad now as we encounter the closest experience to gether the gather all at once. I winced. Or, was it a wink? Ah. But family dies and is born again. The beachside stranglers keep on going as I stand here mesmerized by the constant flow that the world spins with. I could sing any key at any given moment if we just let me. At the encountering of this millennium's seventh year, there was a kiss from some unknown mystery of a soul. People pass through walls sometimes not because they are only figments, but because the wall is. Just die. That is what charly did on the course. He couldve made it, but he jumped back in to save some civilians. Thank god everyone else sur vived. Or did we? I saw the russman last night. "Why dont you just move?" asked one of the newscasters abruptly, echoing the words of San buena Ventura (a county cursing the holy name they have been given via discourse ockering horrific results which will ebb in more disaster). La Conchita. This is my life, my home. My children were born here. I moved here before the ranch started watering their avocado trees, saturating the hill behind my home. I have lived here before the county super sat in his playschool chair directing children, and now he stands pointing fingers of blame at our small village, professing that we are a 'burden'. The press prints the idea that what is happening here is a 'geological event'. Sobeit. Yet the geology is neogeology. Rincon. Punta Gorda. This precious hill of earth that I live in front of has been stable for thousands of years. Now, an ancient landslide has been reactivated by bad decisions linked to a company and a county. Ventura. Rincon Investment. Like a liar keeps building his story, in the end his story will not hold up. But in the meantime, my people are the butt of the story. Endangered. We have been buried alive, and heartless governmen only wave their arms around, breaking a leg, getting claps, and professing that they will save the state. Emergence. The state of the nation is crumbling from sea to whining see.



Two years ago today La Conchita was crushed by a land failure. One third of the community died, including small children and dogs. The town remains in danger, looking like a third-world country. The ranch is still watering daily. Even driving by on the 101, one can see the water pouring out of the side of the hill. www.LaConchita.net

007's Arrival !!!

Rodleen Getsic

Hidden Treasures, Mama Carolyn, Cafe Stella....

.....And a kiss!