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Chaos is order waiting for recognition Imagine that everything you thought was random is, in fact, anything but random Pain, crises, losses, recurring patterns, the people who irritate you most — these are not glitches in the matrix. They are the matrix. And the crucial point: the system is not against you. It is working through you. Carl Gustav Jung said: “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”   In other words, unseen forces dictate fate until confronted. The relationships that keep repeating, the failures that feel familiar, the fears that won’t let go — these are not bad luck. They are your inner theater, staging the same play until you finally understand the message life is trying to deliver. Chaos is simply order you haven’t yet understood. Those “random” encounters, prophetic dreams, books that fall into your hands exactly when you need them — Jung called this synchronicity : moments when the outer world mirrors and ad...

Neutral Universe What you release, reality returns. Morality doesn’t govern outcomes; belief in one’s worth does. The universe responds to conviction, not virtue. This shifts focus from “being good” to embodying dignity and self‑faith. The Universe doesn’t divide between good and bad, just as gravity doesn’t spare those who fall. Why do the “bad” sometimes prosper while the “good” suffer? It’s not morality, but vibrational frequency and self‑esteem. The “bad” believe in themselves without guilt; their vibration is pure. The “good” often sabotage themselves with the whisper, “I’m not worthy.” Forget earthly morality. Think like God—dispassionate, above vanity. Believe emotionally that you are worthy of everything. Every day, declare: “I am a spark of eternity. I am worthy of my dream.”   Write: “I am worthy of my dream!”   The universe merely reflects your belief.

Release need - the dream arrives What you release, reality returns. Need pushes away: desire becomes repulsion when charged with desperation. By releasing attachment, you create space for the dream to enter without resistance. The more you cling, the further it slips - like a forest spirit vanishing into the night. Need is the chasm between you and your dream. Why do the poor, begging for money, remain poor, while the rich, not clinging to wealth, multiply it? Because importance frightens reality. Reduce importance. Stand like an old oak, indifferent to the wind. Desire is only a bridge to emotions - peace, joy, strength. Don’t wait for a million to feel rich; embody richness now. Close your eyes. Imagine a dream - a house, a journey, love. Don’t ask for it; feel it as already yours. Just write: “I let go of neediness!”   The dream is waiting for you to stop chasing.  

Be first within - outer life will follow The world outside is only your mirror Reality is reflection: the outer world mirrors the inner state. Identity comes first (“Be”), then action (“Do”), then outcome (“Have”). Transformation begins in thought and self‑concept. You think reality is houses, roads, bank accounts? Ha! Those are only shadows on the cave wall - Plato’s reflections of your inner light. The majority wander lost in the labyrinth, pressing their foreheads against its walls, believing sweat and struggle will lead them to their dream. They toil like ants, pay bills, run in circles - and remain trapped. Why? Because they’re playing the wrong game. The real battle is in the mental forest, where thoughts are roots and emotions rise like mushrooms after the rain. Want wealth, love, freedom? Don’t chase them with your feet. Ignite them in your soul. Be → Do → Have - that’s the ancient spell whispered by the stars. Dream of riches? If in your soul you’re still poor, the world wil...

 Five Secrets to Transform Be first within - outer life will follow. Rules are masks - rewrite them. Release need - the dream arrives. Keep the soul’s vibration steady - frequency wins. The universe is neutral - worth is enough. Insights into the Five Secrets Reality as reflection : The outer world mirrors the inner state. If you cultivate identity first (“Be”), actions (“Do”) and outcomes (“Have”) follow naturally. It’s a reminder that transformation begins in thought and self-concept. Rules as fiction : Social norms, limiting beliefs, and “shoulds” are constructs. They can be rewritten, reframed, or discarded. This opens the possibility of living by self-authored principles rather than inherited ones. Need pushes away : Desire becomes repulsion when charged with desperation. By releasing attachment, you create space for the dream to arrive without resistance. Frequency of faith : Success isn’t about external wins but about sustaining inner vibration - faith, trust, and resilience...

The Mirror Misses Nothing. The Shadow Misses Everything. What we see in others is often what we refuse to see in ourselves. We don’t meet people as they are. We meet reflections - bright, curated, familiar. Or shadows - blurred, elusive, shaped by absence. The mirror reflects what we expect to see. The shadow hides what we refuse to notice. Sometimes we call it connection, but it’s choreography: our image dancing with theirs, our fears casting silhouettes on their gestures. To truly see someone requires stepping beyond the mirror, and into the shadow - not to chase what’s missing, but to notice what we’ve never dared to name.  

  Dieter - The Power of Words Bound by a joke, freed by love It was in Germany, in the blossoming era of personal computers, when data visualization and graphics were still fragile seeds. We supervised research at the university, visited for seminars and demonstrations, and I - young, restless, smoking, drinking beer, living too many hours at the keyboard. Dieter was a sponge, absorbing knowledge at impossible speed. We stayed late in the lab, shared dinners, and one night he asked: “What does a real programmer look like?” I repeated a joke I had once heard: “He knows more, smokes, and drinks beer.” Two years passed. When I returned, Dieter was in graduate school - smoking, loving beer, living the words I had spoken. But I no longer smoked. He asked, astonished: “Why did you quit? Are you still a programmer?” I told him: I had fallen in love. She asked me to stop. And so I did. I had tried before, failed countless times, but when she spoke, the dependency vanished - as if erased by...

A Night Talk Between secrecy and longing, the line blurred into confession. Long ago, in the shadow of nuclear secrecy, my friend Dr. Shin worked at a research facility. It wasn’t the most classified site, but rules still bound them—permits, restricted communications, a single phone line in the director’s office. Researchers lived inside the perimeter for a week at a time, returning home only on weekends. Dr. Shin was in love. And love, as you know, is not a steady climb toward happiness; it has cliffs and sudden falls. In one of those uncertain periods, he borrowed the secretary’s key, slipped into the office after hours, and dialed his girlfriend. They talked and talked, voices weaving through the night, until past 2 a.m.... Then, suddenly, another voice broke in: “My dear lovers, please decide what you are going to do - my tape is running out on the recorder.” And so the moment was sealed - intimacy recorded, surveillance confessing its own exhaustion, time itself asking for resolut...

The Mountain Surgery Between snow and blood, the body healed like a robot remembering its design.   Long ago, in mountains remote from all services, skiers chased pristine snow between cliffs and boulders. They carried only radios for emergencies, and among them was my friend, Dr. Shin - a physicist who lived between Universe and God. One evening, a young woman crashed badly. Fog sealed the peaks, the helicopter postponed till dawn. Her luck was that a surgeon skied with them. He examined her wounds and said: “Without surgery tonight, she will not survive.” No one wished to face blood, but Dr. Shin stepped forward: “I will assist you, doctor.” By lantern light, the surgeon began. With minimal tools, he assembled her body - vessel to vessel, nerve to nerve, bone to bone - not with stitches, but with faith in nature’s design. “The body heals itself,” he said. “We only help it remember.” Shin watched in awe, a physicist witnessing biology’s quiet miracle. At dawn, the helicopter carri...

Summer Rain, Winter Sun I’ve noticed something over the years - how a woman hears the world at 20s, 30s, 40s… Not science, not a survey - just a quiet pattern. 40s - that's where I stopped. Nothing personal, just a gentle “good to know” - like watching seasons change. Here is a short story about it. Thought you might feel it too. A life in three small gestures She was twenty-two the first time a stranger leaned across the bar and said her laugh sounded like summer rain. She believed him. She believed every soft word that followed, because the world still felt wide open and kind, and her hart hadn’t yet learned the difference between curiosity and caution. Nights blurred into mornings; she collected stories the way other people collect seashells, bright, fragile, easy to lose.   By thirty-one the stories had edges. The same laugh now drew glances that lingered too long on her ring finger, or slid away the moment she mentioned a five-year plan. She started asking questions before she...

The Key We Didn’t Know We Were Holding Love helps us discover ourselves Love is not just a meeting of hearts—it’s a meeting of mirrors. Not the kind that reflect our surface, but the kind that reveal our depth. We think we’re drawn to someone because of who they are. But often, we’re drawn because of what they awaken. A forgotten instinct. A buried voice. A version of ourselves we’ve never fully met. Carl Jung believed that love is the psyche’s way of evolving. When someone stirs something deep inside us, it’s not coincidence—it’s invitation. They may reflect a trait we’ve never claimed, or activate a potential we’ve long ignored. In both cases, the love is not just about them. It’s about the self, responding to its own call. Some people arrive and unlock a door we didn’t know was closed. They don’t complete us—they reveal us. They don’t fix us—they challenge us to grow. And sometimes, the most profound love isn’t the one that lasts, but the one that transforms. To be loved deeply is t...

The Shadow We Refuse to Name What we reject in others, and what we fear in ourselves We rarely dislike someone for who they are - we dislike them for what they stir in us. A discomfort, a tension, a trait we’ve buried or denied. It feels like irritation, but it’s often recognition. Not of the other, but of a part of ourselves we’re not ready to face. Jung believed that the psyche doesn’t just project its longings - it also projects its shadows. The qualities we repress, the emotions we disown, the impulses we judge. These don’t vanish. They wait. And when someone embodies them, we flinch. We criticize. We distance. But the reaction is rarely about them. It’s about the mirror they’ve become. We recoil from arrogance not just because it offends, but because it echoes a part of us we’ve disowned. The shadow doesn’t show who they are - it shows what we’ve buried. It’s a distorted image, shaped by fear, darkened by denial. The stronger the reaction, the deeper the reflection. And the re...

The Mirror We Mistake for Magic What we love in others, and what we miss in ourselves We rarely fall in love with a person - we fall in love with a reflection. A gesture, a tone, a trait that stirs something dormant inside us. It feels like magic, but it’s often memory. Not of the other, but of ourselves. Jung believed that love is not random. It’s a response - a psychic echo to what we lack, what we long for, or what we’ve lost. When someone captivates us, it’s not always because of who they are. It’s because they carry a symbol, a fragment of our own psyche, projected outward. We see in them the courage we’ve buried, the freedom we’ve denied, the tenderness we’ve forgotten how to show. We fall for boldness not just because it shines, but because it reflects a version of ourselves we wish we could be. The mirror doesn’t show who we are—it shows who we might become. It’s a virtual image, shaped by longing, lit by projection. And the reverse is true. People fall in love with us not for ...

Smiles, Tears and the Space Beyond A farewell to Helen, where endings ripple into beginnings and belief leaves its mark. Today, Helen called to say she’s leaving ETH Zürich. Helen is a senior researcher at ETHZ, specializing in robotics. Her career path has taken her through leading companies like NVIDIA, Microsoft Research, and Google, but she ultimately chose to return to academia and research. I was proud - having spent over 17 years in high-energy physics research myself, I understand the value of curiosity-driven work, as opposed to corporate research dictated by profit. During my visit to Switzerland this year, we spoke about the differences between industry and academia. I heard something in Helen’s tone - a quiet urgency, a desire for her work to be directly connected to its impact. It wasn’t just about being known; it was about being recognized. She mentioned sexism. She spoke of how much she enjoyed working with young students and postdocs. I agreed completely. I’ve see...