Case 666: Three Decades of Headaches for a Chinese-American Producer's Daughter (Lang Ping, the Golden Statuette, Hollywood, Oscar The Demon)
Date: October 23, 2016
Format: Soulforc-Medical-Show Stage Play
Summary: The client in this case was a mother-daughter pair. The mother attended the show in place of her daughter to address the daughter's thirty-year struggle with headaches. As the Lingpai Master, I sequentially embodied five different roles in this session: 1. The mother; 2. A former Chinese National Women's Volleyball Team's main spiker, Lang Ping; 3. The daughter; 4. The golden statuette (iconic trophy of the Academy Award); 5. Oscar the demon.
- Representing the Mother
At the beginning of the Show, I was the mother. I felt myself seated among the audience in a stadium, holding a pair of binoculars and watching Lang Ping on the court—she was my idol. However, the Lang Ping I saw was not playing volleyball, but basketball. I clearly knew she was a volleyball player, yet through the binoculars, she remained playing basketball the whole time. Subsequently, I felt I had left the stadium, though I could still see Lang Ping through the binoculars, I always felt she was very far away from me.
It was 1984, and I was in the U.S. making a living as a live-in domestic helper. My days were filled with the repetitive task of chopping vegetables. Unwilling to accept that this was my life, I moved from one employer's home to another. After watching Lang Ping for a long time through the binoculars, I suddenly understood: Lang Ping’s success came from her relentless hard work. I, too, had to apply myself diligently. Thus, I settled my mind and continued working in my employers' homes.
During this time on stage, I also briefly represented Lang Ping. In that moment, I felt an immense strength, far greater than my usual power, surging downward. At first, I considered letting the audience feel this awesome force, but fearing I might cause someone a fracture, I did not proceed with the attempt.
- Wandering and Seeking
By the time I reached my tenth employer, my English had improved greatly. At the eleventh household, I was able to communicate fairly freely in English. My employer at the time was a gentleman fluent in Japanese and very knowledgeable about the Japanese culture; we occasionally communicated by writing Chinese characters. Gradually, we became friends, but he dismissed me in the end anyways, and I left that family on good terms.
By the time I got to the twentieth household, a powerful desire resurfaced in my heart: I wanted to attend the directing program at the Film Academy in Hollywood. After changing jobs a few more times and saving enough money, I was finally admitted to the directing program of that film school.
The academic journey was exceptionally arduous. The professors lectured at a rapid pace, making it very difficult for me to keep up. After several years of diligent study, I finally received my diploma. At that moment, I wept, wanting to have a good cry but finding no place where I could do so freely.
- Job Hunting and Filmmaking
I began looking for work, but finding a job in the U.S. with a film directing diploma was not easy—my English was ultimately not that of a native speaker. I also thought about returning to China, where a diploma from the Film Academy in Hollywood would carry considerable weight, but upon recalling the complex political environment, I dismissed the idea. I told myself: when I first arrived in America with nothing, I didn't starve to death; now, with a genuine American diploma, surely I would survive. However, the reality was that finding work proved extremely difficult, so I temporarily set my diploma aside.
Finally, an opportunity to make a film arose, but I discovered that finding investors for the film was much harder than studying in school. While studying, I could control the progress and outcomes through effort; but securing funding was entirely out of my hands. After numerous difficulties, I finally managed to make my first film.
Representing the Daughter
At this point, the roles shifted again, and I now was the daughter. I needed binoculars to see my mother; the distance between us was vast. When my mother said to me, "I'm sorry, I haven't cared for you enough," I felt moved, and the distance between us gradually closed until we finally sat down together.
Representing the Golden Statuette (the iconic trophy of the Academy Award)
Next, I became the Golden Statuette, the iconic trophy of the Academy Award. Whenever the mother desired to obtain me, I would tightly grip her daughter's head, constricting it like the tightening band on the Monkey King's head. I wanted to squeeze her daughter's head down to be as small as mine. The daughter constantly felt as if she had a tight band around her head.
Representing Oscar The Demon
Another role shift occurred, and I became Oscar the Academy Award itself, which turned out to be a demonic spirit. All those who sought the Oscar award were, one by one, destroyed by me: some had their families ruined and loved ones lost, others were left with massive debts. Even the few survivors who finally received the award were left battered and scarred by my torment. For the mother, I tortured her through her daughter: I drove my ten demonic claws from above her head, embedding them deeply into her skull. The daughter was in excruciating agony, and I derived a euphoric pleasure from it.
When the mother found out it was I who had caused her daughter's headaches for over thirty years, she wailed, saying she no longer wanted the Oscar award, that her daughter's well-being was the most important thing in the world. I felt angry and somewhat inclined to stop harassing them. When she truly resolved to renounce me, I revealed my ferocious visage, wanting to curse her fiercely—but this time, she was able to see what I really am, and the curse became ineffective. So, I left sullenly, thinking, "There are plenty of others who seek me like a treasure anyway."
I left her daughter to the side. However, whenever the mother's heart showed the slightest lingering attachment to the Oscar, I would immediately come back like a bad disease, making her daughter dizzy and disoriented. It wasn't until she firmly declared, "I don't want it anymore, anymore!" that I departed completely.
- The Insight
From this Lingpai case, it became clear that anyone who single-mindedly and desperately pursues the Oscar award will be ensnared by the demonic spirit of the golden statuette and the Oscar, bringing misfortune upon themselves. It's a trophy that is soaked in blood and tears.
Post-Lingpai Note
On the evening following the Lingpai session, the mother brought her daughter to my studio to watch the video recording. The daughter described that in the beginning, her headaches felt like wearing a tightening band, and later, it felt as if a heavy object was pressing on the top of her head. This description matched exactly what was presented during the Lingpai.
The next day, a fan inquired about that session. As soon as I said, "The Oscar is a demon," she immediately asked, "Haven't you heard of the Oscar curse?" I said I hadn't known before; but yesterday's Lingpai had just shown it to me. She then sent me some info. It turns out many who win an Oscar will get divorced within a year or two.
One week later, the mother provided feedback: her daughter's thirty-year headache had since disappeared.
Epilogue
After that Lingpai session, I had little contact with the mother and daughter. Then, unexpectedly, on January 17, 2026, I was honored with the "Global Outstanding Chinese Award," in Los Angeles, and the person who nominated me for this honor was none other than that film director.