I was a very talented and intelligent literature writer. I studied in one of the best schools of Sao Paulo, Brazil, where I was born. I was so sure that I would become a very famous literature writer some day.
However, when I was fifteen years old I suffered from a tragic car accident. I lost my friend Marina, who was next to me in the car. I lost my memory, I almost died too, but I survived.
I lost my faith. All the poems I wrote at that time were about blood. It took six years before I could begin to admit the possibility of God’s existence once more.
Fortunately, I had a gang at that time. Our gang was composed by twelve boys and five girls. We felt like brothers and sisters.
Arnold was one of my best friends in the gang. He was very intelligent, but somewhat quiet. His family was very friendly. His mother cooked very well. Many times we had dinner at his house, with his parents and his two sisters.
Arnold wanted to become a psychologist. He had read many of Carl Jung’s books, and he used to talk about them. I always had the curiosity to learn more about Jung’s psychology after listening to his descriptions.
However, I left Brazil when I was almost eighteen years old. There were too many social problems in my country. I decided to live in Greece were I have many relatives because my parents are Greek.
One day, Arnold’s mother sent me a letter, telling me that he was in a clinic. He had electroshock therapy after hitting his sisters and breaking many objects in his house.
I saw him in this clinic in 1980, when I traveled to my country in order to decide if I would really permanently live in Greece or not. Arnold had lost his conscience. His words made no sense.
My mother helped his parents find a good psychiatrist. Arnold received treatment for five years. However, he still jumped from the fourteenth floor of his apartment. He lived alone and he was only twenty-six years old when he took his own life.
Instead of becoming a literature writer, I continued the research of the psychiatrist Carl Jung because I became neurotic. My father’s schizophrenia was the first reason why I wished I was able to cure the mentally ill. Arnold’s case was the second reason, and my own absurdity was the third reason why I had to someday, discover the cure for all mental illnesses.
Carl Jung’s method of dream interpretation saved my life. Jung discovered the meaning of the dream language and the healing power of dreams. I discovered the roots of human absurdity for discovering the anti-conscience, the wild side of the human conscience that provokes all mental illnesses and mental disorders within the human side of our conscience. This was the explanation I was looking for.
I couldn’t cure Arnold from psychosis because I was still too ignorant at that time. However, thanks to my obedience to the wise unconscious guidance in dreams, I discovered how to eliminate psychosis and schizophrenia, as well as all the other existing mental illnesses and mental disorders. Now that I’m fifty years old, I can help the entire world get rid of all mental illnesses and behavioral abnormalities through dream therapy. Most importantly, I can help the new generations prevent all mental illnesses before becoming mentally ill.
