Hi, I'm Ko — a shaman who unexpectedly awakened shamanic abilities after passing through near-death and the edge of madness.

I grew up in the unspoiled wilderness of Hualien, surrounded by nature from my earliest years. I carry a deep attachment to the land. The tides, the mountain mist, the rocks, the trees — I would listen closely to each of them, and it seemed as though countless messages would find their way to me.

Highly sensitive by nature, I could perceive the emotional states of those around me. But childhood wounds from my family of origin led me to shut down my feelings and pour everything into my work. One glittering opportunity after another carried me onto the international stage — design awards, lectures, workshops — and while the applause kept coming, my body and mind were quietly collapsing under the relentless pressure of day after day.

Around the age of thirty, after years of running on empty, unexplained pain began appearing throughout my body. The chronic sleep deprivation damaged my autonomic nervous system to the point where I lost the ability to speak or think clearly. My facial nerves fell into disorder. I teetered on the edge of a complete mental breakdown.

From childhood, I had carried a quiet, persistent thought — wondering when I might be able to end my own life. If I was going to die, I wanted to have lived brilliantly. But at the very depths of my suffering, something suddenly cleared inside me:

"After everything I've fought through to get here — why on earth should I die like this?"

It was pure refusal to go out that way. And for the first time, I felt something like tenderness toward myself. I began to fight for my own survival, seeking help wherever I could find it — but results were limited. Then one day, scrolling through my phone, I came across two characters: wu bing — shamanic illness. I learned that certain shamanic abilities can only be awakened through unbearable suffering and the experience of near-death.

First: to leave behind the material body and ordinary consciousness, so that one may enter other realms. Second: to help others through their darkness, one must first have walked through darkness oneself.

In the deepest dark, I stepped onto the shamanic path. I began working with the spirits — repairing my inner world, tracing the roots of my suffering, seeking answers about the body's capacity to heal. One year passed. Then two. Then three. Slowly, I restored myself. I stepped out of the shadows. I became willing to hold myself with love — to let joy and warmth back into my body.

When a person's energy is low, it is genuinely difficult to enjoy being alive. When noise floods the mind, we forget the purest version of ourselves — and we begin making distorted wishes, all to meet the expectations of society, to accommodate others, to make the real me smaller and smaller, more and more compressed.

Now, through working alongside sixteen deities from both Eastern and Western traditions, I help people calibrate their life's blueprint — to see what they truly wish for — and through energy-alignment, I help reignite their passion for living.

On the path of spiritual practice, I always hold myself to this: not merely to refine my craft, but to practice through the groundedness of everyday life — to become a person of high energy, and in doing so, to inspire others to live freely and fully as themselves.