After basic seeing my photography, family habitually try to become conscious the man astern the lense. "I'll bet he is..." Lonely. Sad. Depressed. Tortured. Lives alone. About the pursue itself, it is commonly quite positive, but just about my face-to-face life? Wayne Wirs is invariably... ununderstood.
It is true, that as of this writing, I be alone, but as for the snooze - I seem to experience those burdens far less than peak. As a intense magic seeker, I readily had to traveling through those pitch-dark lands of Sadness, Depression, Loneliness and wakeless Inner Conflict. These trials I have described in Fading Toward Enlightenment, but those abandoned lands are primarily trailing me now. What is it then, that prompts these remarks?
The misunderstanding, it seems to me, is only a effect of orientation. As any watercolourist will notify you, where on earth the artist stands in relation to the subject, their "viewpoint" so to speak, has a large load-bearing on the esthetics of the employment. My viewpoint, in position of magic growth, is merely on the far haunch of the gloom that lies inwardly our souls. Simply put, wherever most see Lonely, I see Solitude. Where most see Isolation, I see Unity.
For those familiar with my writings, you'll cognize that I see beingness as a form of Hero's Journey. A tour that is troubled near lots trials to be passed and demons to be dead next to solitary the promise of the Holy Grail of Enlightenment location at the end. One of those terrors to be faced, one that lies concealed inside all quality soul, is found in the hunch of the horrendous Woods of Isolation. It is the impalpable yet harsh reaction of Aloneness.
For peak regular people, individuals who are not named on the Quest, Aloneness commonly has a dark related to with it, a subtle, dimple sensation - something akin to quality and uselessness. Buried heavy in the vertebrae of our minds, we cognize that we will always be alone, that no one will of all time truly construe us, and that, once we nick our terminal breath, no breathing personality will be competent to facilitate us with what we are active finished.
But for those Seekers who have found their way through with the Woods of Isolation, Aloneness has a wonderful, as luck would have it unifying outcome on our souls. The searcher realizes that all humans cut the impression of Aloneness, that it is an mood that all of us experience, that it golf links us. The centre of my Aloneness feels exactly the self as the heart of your Aloneness. They are the aforementioned Aloneness. Not Two, but One. One and the Same. To the numinous seeker, Aloneness is habitually one of the eldest signposts indicating that their Path is correct - that at the soul of everything, everything is the selfsame. One interconnected whole.
This unity, this commonality, this all pervading stillness that lies bringing up the rear everything, is what I try to takeover in my picturing. It is this Stillness, this common outlook of Aloneness that pulls the eyewitness into the photographs. It is only my life-force talking to your soul. It is what we all have in common. It is the ending of a guileless man wearisome to rob a canvas of God.
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