The Loner Archetype
Sunday, May 31st, 2009
I’ve got the Loner Archetype bad. Always have. Jung calls an archetype a “primitive mental image inherited from the earliest human ancestors.” …

I’ve got the Loner Archetype bad. Always have. Jung calls an archetype a “primitive mental image inherited from the earliest human ancestors.” …

Yesterday, Quinzelle left a comment that struck me. She often leaves comments with great quotes from great writers, yesterday’s was from Thoreau. The part that resonated with me was “and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs.”
Sometimes, rarely, you meet people who “emit a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs.” Not in their scent, but in their attitude…

With the exceptions of Hawaii, Alaska, and North Dakota, I think I’ve visited every state in the US. With that, I have to say that Oregon is my favorite, with Washington a close second.


As I walk the many paths I’ve been, through forests and mountains and ocean cliffs, I often think to myself, “What a lucky man I am to have lost the fear to live.”

Thanks to Rene’s comment the other day, the weather has started to become overcast. I love overcast days because they were made for photography. Overcast days produce a very subdued, soft light – perfect for portraits, nature, and whatever you call my kind of shots. Contrary to popular lore, it is very hard to take a good picture on a sunny day – you’re better off just putting on some shades, hitting the beach and working on your tan.

I love this part of the country, the Pacific Northwest. I’m currently in Crescent City, California where they have redwoods, crystal clear rivers and craggy cliffs overlooking the ocean.

Moving on again. Though I liked Mt. Shasta, I didn’t like the feel of Weed (where I was staying because of Internet access) which is just north of there. Nothing in particular – people were all nice – just didn’t feel right. Currently in “The Valley of the Rogue” state park in southern Oregon.

On California’s highways, all vehicles that are towing – semis, RV’s, cars hauling boats – are limited to 55 mph as opposed to everyone else who can drive 65 to 70. This creates an interesting dynamic. It’s almost as if the two groups are existing in two different universes while sharing the same space…

In my meditations, I’ve been working on seeing the the ego clearly – as the illusion that it is. I’ve been practicing so much that it is starting to affect my dreams…

Played tourist today. The San Francisco Aquarium, Chinatown, City Lights (the bookstore), Fisherman’s Wharf, the Presidio, the Golden Gate Bridge. It was great.

Happy Mother’s Day Mom! Sorry you raised such a forgetful idiot.
Love You!
Wayne

I spent quite a bit of time the last few days looking deep within. Looking into my story. Finding nothing there to grasp hold of. In trying to clarify it, I’m refining my basic “levels” of spiritual development…

I’ve decided to stay here for another week while I get some work done. Here is an email I sent to the CareCause customers on the latest upgrades to their websites. Sign up in the next 5 days and I’ll give you the same deal as I offered here.

Though it was sunny at my camp, it was very foggy in San Francisco. This shot, just to the north, is of the cliff area at Muir Beach. Like the “Genesis” shot, this one too has that mysterious, churning quality. Obviously something is drawing me toward the Dark Side of the Force.

I am camped in this little RV park, Eddo’s, out in the Delta region of California, west of San Francisco. As I followed my GPS out here, I thought that this would be a miserable little park in the middle of nowhere. Now, as I sit here, listening to the breeze through the oaks and willows, hearing the hundreds of birds chirp and twitter and the deep lowing of distance cows, I think that this is the perfect little park in the middle of nowhere.
Rolling farmland. Wide delta rivers. Giant wind turbines that make you feel like you’ve stumbled onto the set of “War of the Worlds.”

This image, which I shot in Yosemite today, reminds me of the beginning of Time. Ironically, today is my birthday AND I am working on a theory that explains the beginning of the Universe – the Big Bang – as well as Quantum Entanglement, Dark Matter, Animal Instincts, the Human Soul and pretty much everything in between – one simple, easy to demonstrate theory that explains it all. This shot might make a good book cover for it.

What I look like and who I am are two totally different people. Inside, there is almost no one left. At times I feel nothing but this radiating flowing outward (no nouns, just verbs). But what people see on the outside is almost completely different…

As I strolled through Yosemite’s “Happy Isles,” a mysteriously magical set of “islands” in the middle of a rushing river, I thought to myself, “In all my travels, this is the most beautiful place that I have ever been.”
Because of the mist and rainy drizzle, I found myself alone on the trail. As I walked among the new, lush growth of Spring, I half expected to come across an Elf or Wood Nymph who would snap me out of the trance I had fallen into – waking me from a dream.
If you’ve never been to Yosemite – go there. Be sure to take the time and explore the trails of this magical place.