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Where does an Ashokh learn to play?

From his father.

And he, where did he learn?

From his father and so on back.

How far back?

Back to God.

And where is God just now?

God, just now, is in Sarykamich.

What is God doing there?

He is making double ladders on the tops of them.

He is fixing happiness.

And why is God doing that?

So that people and nations can go up and down.

So your family wants you to become a priest?

Yes, but I am interested in science.

Then, study medicine as well.

Body and soul depend on one another.

Become yourself.

Then God and the devil don't matter.

Pick it up.

What is it?

He's a Yezidi.

He can't get out of the circle.

He was buried yesterday.

A spirit crept into him during the night and brought him here.

He is evil.

Now he can't do any more harm.

Father.

When you die, father, is nothing left?

How shall I put it?

Some people say we have a soul that

goes on living when we are dead, but I don't believe this.

And yet, I'm certain beyond all doubt

that through certain experiences we

can develop a very fine substance in ourselves.

When we die, this substance does not die at the same time,

but much later.

Are you Gurdjieff?

Yes.

Ah, I'm Sarkis Pogossian.

I've just come from Kars.

Your father asked me to give you this.

Thank you.

Have you anywhere to stay?

No, the town's full.

Stay with me.

I'm here to finish my studies, and in two years

I'll be ordained as a priest.

Is that what you want?

My faith is very strong.

But a priest... to become a priest... I don't know.

My father says if you want to lose your faith,

make friends with a priest.

Nothing convinces me, either.

Science proves one thing, religion another,

and both seem equally true.

So what?

I've read every sort of book... new, old.

I've seen marvels which I can't explain,

and I am more thirsty than ever.

What are you looking for?

I want to know why I am here.

Why I'm here?

Can any of us know that?

There's a group of us all shattered by that question.

Nothing will stop us until we find an answer.

This collection is unique.

It gives the mathematical basis of studies

in the old monasteries.

I knew it had to exist somewhere.

He wants 5 rubels.

Impossible.

We must have them.

American canary!

American canary!

Magnificent American canary!

How much?

5 rubels.

I'll take it.

There's nothing in this.

Nor this. Nor this.

Quick!

We found something.

What is it?

Can you read it?

It's in old Armenian.

They seem to be letters from one monk to another.

"We have at last succeeded in learning the truth

about the Sarmoung brotherhood."

Sarmoung?

I've seen that name in one of the books.

Here.

"Sarmoung... the most ancient of all the secret schools.

It was founded in Babylon in the year 2500 BC,

but after the sixth century disappeared without a trace."

Go on.

"The Sarmoung brotherhood exists

in the valley of Izrumin, three days from Nivssi."

It may still be there today.

We must go.

It's a dangerous region. There have been massacres.

It's not important.

It's forbidden to foreigners.

The frontier is closed, and it's heavily guarded.

I must find this school.

We haven't the money.

I'll make some.

I'll ride on the devil's back if necessary,

as long as I get there.

Anyhow, we can't all go.

I'm coming with you.

Sit down.

Puppy, puppy!

Puppy!

Puppy, puppy!

Puppy, pup...

Halt!

Halt!

Jump!

Ah!

My leg.

I have a letter for you.

My friend is very ill.

Bring him in.

You are very welcome.

I have lived here all my life.

There has never been a school like the one

you described... not here.

What did you say it was called?

Sarmoung?

A year before last, a man quite unknown to me

came and asked me to show him a map I possess.

How could he have known I had it?

I have no idea.

I inherited it from my grandfather.

The man was so persistent.

I thought why shouldn't I let him see it.

He looked at the parchment and immediately offered

me 200 Turkish pounds for it.

You might like to take a look at it.

Sarmoung.

He said it was a map of Egypt before the sands.

I didn't wish to part with it anyway.

I didn't need the money, so I refused.

The next day, he came to offer 500 pounds.

Now, I was tempted, but this proved to me

it must be very valuable.

It must not be let go too cheaply, so I refused again.

He then explained to me he was a Russian prince who needed it

for his collection of antiques, and if I wouldn't part with it,

would I let him make a copy of it for 200 pounds.

Just think... 200 pounds for a copy of a parchment.

He's gone.

We must go to Egypt.

Don't worry. We'll pay the price.

You.

Help me with these.

Of course.

Hey, gravedigger!

Prince Lubovedsky.

Are you still collecting the dust

of people who died long ago?

Why not? At least it's real.

Not imaginary like your life's work.

Where did you get that?

Are you the man who gave 200 pounds to an Armenian priest

to copy this map?

Yes, I am that man.

We need to speak to one another.

Since I was a child, I had the feeling

that something is missing in me.

I felt that apart from my ordinary life,

there is another life... a life which is calling me.

But how to be open to it?

This question never gives me any peace,

and I've become like a hungry dog chasing everywhere

for an answer.

You should be happy you've had that experience.

When I was your age, I was only interested in myself.

I was always concerned with satisfying my needs and those

of my family.

Suddenly, my wife died in childbirth.

I could not recover from the shock.

Life had no meaning anymore.

One day, an old dervish came to the house and asked for me.

We talked together for a long time, and as he spoke,

I experienced something far greater

than all the impulses I normally obeyed.

When the dervish left me, the experience vanished,

but I knew what I was looking for.

For that, help was needed.

Fortunately, I had the means to travel.

I went to Africa, India, Afghanistan, and Persia.

I organized special expeditions to places

where I thought I might find an answer.

I lived in monasteries and met many people

with interests similar to my own.

How can I meet such people?

I need to know.

What do you need to know?

I want to learn.

I want to understand.

Be careful.

What do you call learning... if it means storing up experiences

and beliefs, it will tie you like a cord

and prevent you from knowing.

Knowing happens directly.

Where not even a thought stands between you and the thing

you know.

Then you see yourself as you are,

not as you would like to be.

I have learned how difficult this can be.

Dear, young friend.

I will do everything I can to help you attain your aim.

This is the dervish, Bogga-Eddin.

You wish to ask something?

What exercise can help me feel myself in a new way?

I have been in Upper Bukhara where

I met a most interesting man.

We came here together.

This old man is a member of a brotherhood

from the heart of Asia.

He's living not far from here.

Go and see him.

Talk with him about the questions which interest you.

This may help you to become clear about what

it is you seek.

One can think well here.

You are Russian?

Yes.

I am glad to speak to someone from Russia.

I have been in Russia.

Ah.

But that is not the point.

Hey, Gogo.

Gogo.

How do you know that name?

Only my mother and my nurse ever called me by it,

and that was over 40 years ago.

Gogo, you have worked and suffered all these years

but you never knew how to work.

How to let the desire of your mind

become the desire of your heart.

Who are you?

How do you know me so well?

Does it really matter who I am or what I am?

Isn't your curiosity one of the chief reasons

your life has come to nothing?

Is it so strong that even now all you want

is an explanation of who I am and how I know you?

Yes, father.

You are right.

I have seen many miracles and tried to explain them,

but it has brought me no real understanding.

Yes, I'm empty.

It's too late.

I do not truly want to know what I just asked you.

I sincerely beg your pardon.

Perhaps it is not yet too late.

If you feel with all your being that you really are empty,

then I advise you to try once more.

If you agree to one condition, I want to help you.

The condition is die, consciously,

to the life you have led until now.

And go where I shall indicate.

I am looking for the dervish Bogga-Eddin.

He has returned to Bukhara.

I owe them money.

I... I have been a cheat all my life.

I used to steal from my mother.

I forged bank notes.

I'll try to help you.

Professor Skridlov!

This is my friend.

Soloviev.

The Prince has gone away.

I know.

What now?

At last, I am on the track of something really important.

I have learned that under the sands of the Gobi Desert,

villages and even entire cities lie buried.

The information has been handed down from father to son

under the vow of secrecy.

I think I can find the site of an ancient library.

Can you imagine the secret scroll that

might still be buried there?

I'm preparing an expedition.

Would you like to come?

We need men we can trust.

I can bring some friends.

I didn't think you'd reach us in time.

Nor did we, nor did we.

We had to cross the Amu Darya.

There were Afghan guards and British soldiers everywhere.

So Yelov got hold of a uniform of a British soldier

and passed himself off as an officer from India.

What are those poles?

That is something I have to learn about.

There are many dangers, but we've

found some extraordinary solutions.

They may save our lives.

There's always a way of keeping our thoughts alive.

I'm learning Tibetan.

Untie them! Quickly!

We are lost.

Look!

Careful!

They are dangerous!

I cannot ask you to go any further.

Now, we must separate again until one of us finds a way.

I must go to Bukhara.

I can't go back now.

Take me with you?

Do you know the dervish Bogga-Eddin?

Do you know Bogga-Eddin?

The dervish Bogga-Eddin?

Is the dervish Bogga-Eddin in Bukhara?

Have you found what you are looking for?

I have found nothing.

I don't know how to search.

There's never any answer.

What can I do now?

I'm desperate.

You will never find the answer by yourself.

Alone, a man can do very little.

His only hope is to find a place where real knowledge has

been kept alive.

I advise you to try to find the Sarmoung brotherhood.

Go up the Amu Darya.

Go towards Kafiristan.

It is a dangerous undertaking.

You will be risking your life.

But at the right moment, there will be a guide.

Can I take my friend with me?

I think you may if you can vouch for his honor.

I think that you are foreigners.

Please do not be alarmed.

I do not want to know who you are or why you're here.

It would be pleasant for me to talk with a European.

My name is Father Giovanni.

Long ago, I was a Christian missionary,

then accidentally I came in contact

with members of the world brotherhood.

We were striving for what I dreamed of all my life.

I was admitted to their brotherhood.

Since then, I've never wished to go anywhere else.

You are welcome.

Father Giovanni, how can you stay here

instead of returning to Italy and giving the people

there something of the faith which

you are now inspiring in me?

Ah, Professor, you do not understand mens' psyche as well

as you know archaeology.

Faith cannot be given to men.

Faith is not the result of thinking.

It comes from direct knowledge.

For example, if my own brother were

to entreat me to give him a tenth part of my understanding,

I could not.

As he has neither the knowledge or the experience which

I have acquired in my life.

This would be like wishing to fill someone with bread

merely by looking at him.

There is a law.

The quality of what you understand

depends upon the quality of the person speaking.

In our order, we have two very old brethren.

The one is called Brother Ahl, the other Brother Sez.

They constantly travel from one monastery to another preaching

there.

Once or twice a year, they come to us.

This is always a very great event.

When Brother Sez speaks, it is like the song

of the birds in paradise.

Brother Ahl's speech has almost the opposite effect.

He speaks badly and indistinctly.

The stronger the impression made by Brother Sez,

the quicker it evaporates until there is nothing left.

Brother Ahl makes almost no impression,

but what he says penetrates into the heart and remains there.

As we all came to the conclusion

that the sermons of Brother Sez came entirely from his mind,

and acted only on our minds.

Whereas those of Brother Ahl came directly from his being

and acted on our being.

Yes, Professor, thinking and knowing are quite different.

One must strive to know.

This alone can lead to our Lord God.

Father Giovanni has consented to take me

under his protection.

I'm going to stay here.

I have a feeling I have nothing more to seek.

Your guide is waiting.

I must ask you to take a solemn oath never

to reveal to anyone the place to which we will lead you.

I thought I'd lost you forever.

I'm happy that you got here by yourself without my help.

It proves that during this time you haven't been asleep.

Are you ill?

It's nothing.

Come with me.

Stop!

Everyone in the monastery learns the alphabet

of these movements.

They are exactly like books.

We can read in them truths placed there many thousands

of years ago.

I understand.

Affirming.

Denying.

Reconciling.

Affirming.

Denying.

Reconciling.

Affirming.

Denying.

Reconciling.

What is the real meaning of these movements?

They tell us of two qualities of energy

moving without interruption through the body.

As long as the dancer can keep in balance these two energies,

he has a force that nothing else can give.

This morning, I was called to the patriarch.

He told me that I have only three years to live

and advised me to spend them in the Olman monastery

on the northern slopes of the Himalayas

in order to accomplish what I have dreamed of all my life.

He said he would arrange everything

to make my stay there productive.

I agreed to set out at once.

Oh, God.

Is it true?

Yes.

There is no better way to finish my life.

Perhaps I shall be able to make up

for all the years I lost senselessly.

Listen.

You have now found the conditions

in which the desire of your heart

can become the reality of your being.

Stay here until you acquire a force in you

that nothing can destroy.

Then you will need to go back into life,

and there, you will measure yourself constantly

with forces which will show you your place.