"The secrets I have uncovered in this book are enough to save the Western world from its declining spirit."
Mr. Jung stood up and sat on the sofa in front of Sean, and lit his pipe comfortably: ""Taiyi" is an esoteric text about Eastern Taoism. The 'Golden Flower' described in it is what people see in a state of deep meditation. The 'mandala' we arrived at is a phenomenon that does exist..."
With that said, Carl Jung handed some pictures to Sean.
Sean saw many exquisite vertical and horizontal symmetrical patterns, some like the Kabbalah tree of life, some like the Mayan solar calendar stone carvings, some like the gorgeous windows of a church, and some like the aerial view of a bastion...
"These are...?" Sean's interest was aroused.
"I asked the painter to draw them based on the patient's description. These are some representative mandalas." Mr. Jung bit his cigarette holder lightly. "As an explorer, you must have also seen it in deep meditation. Have you seen similar patterns before?”
Sean was not without surprise, because he had indeed seen the mandala change before his eyes more than once, and it was different every time.
Because he has considerable occult knowledge, he can understand its meaning and understand more and more the deep mysteries of himself and the world... However, he believes that such knowledge cannot be shared and discussed with others in life.
What he didn't expect was that Mr. Jung, who was not wearing a mask, would actually take the initiative to talk about this topic.
"It is difficult to carry out some particularly sophisticated psychological analysis of these golden flowers.
“What I am sure of is that this is also a reflection of humanity’s collective unconscious.
"We have just begun to study these, and the East has glimpsed its secrets thousands of years ago..."
Mr. Jung sighed softly: "We, the Western world, have placed all meaning and value in the Holy Father and the Holy Court, but in the end we went astray.
"And the wisdom of the East teaches us that we ourselves are part of the way of heaven, and the answers are not outside ourselves."
"Maybe their strengths are our weaknesses."
"What you want to say is that the East and the West have the same spiritual origin and are complementary to each other?" Sean expressed his vague feelings at this moment.
Jung's brows rose, a little surprised, then he smiled happily and nodded sincerely: "Yes, yes!"
He was a little excited for a moment: "I think that thousands of years ago, Lu Zu opened his eyes after meditating in his paradise, and St. Paul stood up after confessing in the cathedral. The smiles they showed at that moment were the same!
"Through different paths, we arrived at the same unity."
Sean also realized something. He paused and said softly: "Perhaps, the answer to the East is in the West, and the answer to the West is in the East."
After hearing Sean's words, Mr. Jung suddenly sat up straight. He held his pipe and blinked his eyes. He seemed very surprised and thought deeply about Sean's words over and over again.
After a moment, he took a gentle breath and asked: "Hiss...Mr. Fangzhou, what you just said seems to have provided a wise answer to this world.
"I would like to ask you - can I write this sentence into my book? Of course, I will explain that it comes from today's conversation!"
Sean nodded slightly: "Of course. In the final analysis, I didn't say this sentence, it was your thinking that illuminated me."
The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling a sense of joy that is hard to find in a true friend.
The maid brought black tea, and while drinking the tea, Sean told him about the vision he saw during the breakthrough of the Heart Palace Wheel. Burnt out Alicia.
Mr. Jung frowned: "You know my research - my dreams are definitely not meaningless. The kind of illusion you experienced is also a form of dream, not to mention you saw it under those circumstances. , so such a hint cannot be ignored...
"I think that deep cave means that you have entered the depths of your unconsciousness, and what you saw in the depths of your unconsciousness is actually such a scene..."
After a pause, he continued: "I'm afraid it is indeed as you think, that it was a prophetic dream."
Sean saw colors representing fear and anxiety pouring out of his own emotional flow, and the river was dyed quite richly. He could feel his abdomen tightening, and it seemed to be burning inside: "Mr. Jung," Sean swallowed, "Is it possible that the future reality shown in the prophetic dream can be changed?"
Speaking of which, this is not the first time that he has had a prophetic dream.
Deep in the old book cemetery, when Pompeii died, he saw the post-apocalyptic world.
Sean hoped to hear a more optimistic answer from the great scholar in front of him... But Mr. Jung frowned and lowered his head. After a moment, he said, his voice a little low: "Mr. Ark, what I want to tell you is that I have actually experienced something similar.
"Before the last war that engulfed the world broke out, I dreamed of a huge disaster, of millions of deaths, of the collapse of the world...
"After that, I issued warnings on many occasions, and I was even a little hysterical at that time...
"But, you also know..." Karl took a few breaths and seemed to be calming down, "You also know what happened next.
"No one listened to my appeal. The war took care of itself.
"After people died in my dreams, they died again in reality."
Sean's heart sank, and the sky outside the window seemed a bit gloomier. He didn't know what to do.
Contact Alicia? Tell her what you saw?
Useless. Reason tells one's own sensibility: The mechanism of fate is beyond human imagination, and one's own notification will have no effect. What's worse is that the notification itself may be the beginning of tragedy.
Mr. Jung knocked his pipe in the ashtray and poured out a cloud of ash. He looked at Sean and showed a relieved smile: "However, the situation is different this time, Mr. Ark.
"We may indeed not be able to change the world, but maybe we still have a chance to turn the tide against the disaster that happened to our friends."
Sean nodded slightly, grateful for the comfort from the elder in front of him.
Knock knock. At the door, the maid's upper body leaned in: "Sir, that...'orator' is here again."
Jung seemed a little surprised: "Let him come in - it's time for him to come down again in the eternal cycle! This doesn't happen often."
When the maid closed the door, Sean looked at Jung. The psychologist smiled and said: "He is an old friend of mine. He is quite famous. After reading his works, I had the idea of getting to know him. .I rarely travel long distances, but in order to see him, I endured a three-day long train ride...
"Our first meeting was not pleasant, and we almost had a quarrel in the end. At the beginning of the semester, I thought he and I were very similar, but after we got to know each other, I realized that we were almost like two sides of the same thing!"
Mr. Jung had a smile on his face, and it was obvious that he really liked his friend: “However, after I lived in New Testament during this period, he visited me several times, and our conversations became much more harmonious.
"Mr. Ark, you must have heard of his name - but whether you like him or not is another matter."
As if telling a riddle, Mr. Jung looked at the door and continued: “He once said that the value of his works is six thousand feet higher than human beings and time.
"His intuition is terrifyingly sharp. 'All decisive things are born from confrontation.' This sentence came from his mouth.
"He tried to overpower fate and the world with his own will. This attempt is terrible, but the person who makes this attempt is respectable in any case.
“He is a great hero, a man who walks on earth and surpasses God.
"I am the healer of the human soul, and he is the lion fighting for the destiny of mankind...
"He is the 'Zarathustra' in real life! - Mr. Nietzsche." Jung stood up to greet his friend.
Sean had to stand up and saw Frederic W. Nietzsche appearing at the door of the room with an unpredictable smile.
