My parents are very devout religious believers. Since I was little, I was soaked in that kind of atmosphere: do good things and go to heaven, do bad things and go to hell.

But when I was a child, I was already thinking: if someone I loved went to hell, and I went to heaven, then what would be the point of me going to heaven? At that moment, heaven seemed a little dull to me.

I asked my mom this question. She looked as if I had asked something very stupid. Her expression looked like it was saying, “Why would you think that?” Even when I gave her the hypothesis that if I went to hell, would she still be happy in heaven, she still refused to answer the question directly. Her answer basically meant that as long as I followed her in believing this religion, this kind of problem would not exist.

In that instant, heaven and hell had become completely meaningless to me. I completely rejected my parents’ religion. No religion could give me an answer to this question. I became a non-believer, but I kept thinking about it, because what I cared more about was a philosophical answer.

I thought about it for many years, and then… Jung gave me the answer.

I have always been highly sensitive to my own state. That sensitivity had even reached an unusual level, so it was very easy for me to discover that I was incapable when it came to loving someone. I could easily notice that there were some unresolved wounds in me, even though I had no idea what they actually were. I barely even had emotions, and yet I knew that the fact I barely had emotions was very likely related to that wound. So at that time I quietly made up my mind: before solving the problem, I would stay single. Wasn’t that only natural?

And then… Jung gave me the answer again.

The past, present, and future seemed to exist at the same time. I completely solved my problem, my wound, my childhood, my past, my present, my future.

After that, my emotions came back. I gained some strange abilities, like a rusty knife suddenly getting sharpened, like some kind of shackle had disappeared. At that time, I directly felt that my soulmate would appear in the near future. I had solved my inability to love. That feeling was strange, carrying an inexplicable certainty. My feeling was right. About half a year later, I met my partner, and we fell in love very quickly.

At least to some extent, Jung once again proved to me the existence of synchronicity.

I performed the most successful experiment on myself, and yet this experiment is still continuing.