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THE ZOHAR SECRET

Ancient Rome. One of the leading civilizations
of the ancient world and antiquity.

The Roman Empire reached the apex of
its power in the second century of our era,

when its reign extended from
Britannia to Ethiopia.

And it was precisely at this
time that there appeared

the most enigmatic text
in the history of mankind.

It was written by ten
scholars of that time,

each of whom were

on varying degrees of the
attainment of our reality.

Unifying their attainment

they were able to coalesce and
depict them in the form of a book,

the ZOHAR.

Had these manuscripts
become publicly known,

it would have led to the
collapse of the Roman Empire

and an entirely different path of
development for our world.

The task of the Tenth Legion was
to intercept these scrolls

and deliver them to Rome,

but nothing went according to plan.

Great, you're coming around.

Let me look at your wound.

How do I know you?

From a past life, perhaps?

2nd Century C.E., JUDEA

Return the scroll to Jerusalem.

The doctor said that you'll gradually
regain your memory.

You are Legate Maximus.

Commander of the Tenth
Legion of the Roman Empire.

I told you from the beginning,
something's not right with this scroll.

Caesar wouldn't just have sent
a whole legion for it.

You shouldn't have taken it with you.

We could have just destroyed it
back there.

There are riots in Jerusalem.

The rebels are advancing
from the south.

It's not safe here any more.

We must set out for Rome right away.

You must give the command.

You're the only one they'll obey.

Did you have that dream again?

Go back to sleep.

It's only a dream. Sleep.

1290, PALESTINE

Do you think that was a dream?

You could have finished
everything long ago.

Finished what?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who is that woman in your bed?

Do you recognize these walls?

You need to put this thing
back where you got it...

Jerusalem.

Then your memory will be restored.

Please do it, be so kind.
Return the scroll.

Like it or not, sooner or later
you will have to do it.

So why put it off?

Better to go on your own than
to be spurred by a rod

like a donkey,
ass red from the switch!

Stupid beast, wretched creature!

You will piss blood!

Filth, worm!

What am I...

Oh my goodness.
Forgive me.

That just slipped out...

Please forgive me.

You don't have much time.

Go through the tunnel.

Hold this.

The door to the tunnel
is to the right of the entrance.

Good luck!

What's going on?

What's this noise?

Where are you going?

What’s with him?

We found him in the tunnel.

He was unconscious.

And he didn’t have the scroll on him.

Where’s the scroll?

Where’s the scroll?

The scroll?

Do you have it?

Where’s the scroll?

I don’t know.

What do you mean you don’t know?

He’s dying because of you!

Saracens!

Take a look at this.

What are you doing?

That thing is very expensive!
It's Venetian glass.

It happens to be a very
fashionable trinket.

Who are you?

Who am I?

I am you.

You are now asleep.

And I am you

only on the other side of the dream,

trying to help you wake up.

Return the scroll to Jerusalem.

Then everything will fall into place,

and you will remember and
understand everything.

What is this scroll?

You know, every person
has a sort of internal mechanism,

an inner self,

but for the time being, it's dormant.

People think that this is life. Life.

They don't even suspect
that they are asleep.

Well, this scroll contains a code.

If you read it correctly,

you activate that internal mechanism,

and lead yourself out of the dream

into an entirely new
level of existence.

You're in a cocoon

from which a butterfly
is supposed to emerge.

Explain that to me.
I don't understand anything.

What are you talking about?

A Spaniard will escort you.
He will show you the way.

Be careful.

Where are we...

1520, OTTOMAN EMPIRE

The Spaniard has escaped!

The Spaniard has escaped!

What happened?

The Spaniards have escaped.

Where are they?

They set off from the harbor.
It's too dark, we can't see them.

Everyone quiet!

Listen!

There, there!

They're there! Rotate the cannons
and prepare to fire!

Rotate the cannons!

Fire.

Fire!

Fire!

Thank you, friend.

Thank you!

You've made me the
happiest man in the world.

You can't even imagine what this is...

What do you all want from me?

I'm a friend!
Wait, don't! I'm a friend...

What is this scroll?

Let go!

Through these letters, these symbols,

you come into contact
with the next dimension,

a different realm...

Please, don't.
I'm telling you the truth.

Try to penetrate the letters
to enter within.

The most important thing
is to really want it.

Look...

Suddenly I was seized by terror.
Horror.

Something unbearably heavy
was crushing me from all sides.

I thought I was...

dying.

Suddenly, I was hurled
into a space,

an expanse...

of infinite love,

an ocean...

warmth...

And in response to it,

out of me there poured... poured...

an enormous, previously unfelt
desire to reciprocate.

This sensation embraced me
to such an extent,

that I was no longer
aware of myself.

But no one should know about this.

I think you dropped something?

1730, HOLLAND

1812, BELARUS

What do you want?

I'm not a soldier.
I'm here by accident.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Help me.

Help me...

Why are you alone?

I'm not alone.

My husband will be back soon.

Why'd you stop chewing?

He won't be back.

I haven't seen him
since they took him to war.

Why did you help me?

Why not help?
You're a human being after all.

If you head out now,
you'll reach town before dinner.

So you managed to find me.

I don't know you, good sir.

You don't know me?

Please, please!

I have a wife. Children.

I'm begging you, please, don't!

Is that comfortable, my friend?

I see you've
settled in quite well here.

Why not spoil
yourself a little, eh?

So, how is she?

What's wrong with your face?

It's as if you're not happy to see me.

Well? Are you ready?

For what?

What do you mean, "for what"?
To keep going, of course.

I'm staying here.

If you stay here,
there'll be trouble...

Everyone will suffer.
You and her.

I want a normal, peaceful life.

This isn't life, Max. It's a lie.

You only think this life is real

because you don't remember
the other one.

You love this woman.
But what do you love?

Her young, beautiful body?

But the body is
only a temporary vestment,

a garment.

So what do you love?
Whom do you love, Max?

These poor people,

they live with nothing but the
sensation of their own bodies,

and spend their whole lives
serving them.

It's as if you, Max, got a puppy and
it was all you thought about.

You would take care of it,
feed it, give it water,

forgetting all about yourself.

Eventually you start identifying
yourself with the puppy entirely...

Do you see, Max?
Your body isn't you, it's the puppy.

Get out of my life!
You hear me?

Be gone!

What happened?

Where are you going?

Bolt the door and
don't go anywhere until I get back.

I warned you
not to show up here again.

What didn't you understand?

Daddy's home!

1870, NORTH AMERICA

1899, AFRICA

1914, FRANCE

Alright!

Alright, I agree!

Alright.

1917, RUSSIA

Hold it!

Your papers.

Move along.

Darling.

Return the scroll...

I'm so happy we're together again.

And that you have agreed.

Finally!

May I invite you to come over, here?

Hold this here, please,

just a finger...

Hold it right there.

Cinema.

Humanity's latest invention.

Watch, I'm going to
show you something.

Max

it's just a movie, a film.

There's nothing there.

It's a screen, a stretch of fabric.

A reflection.

A film!

Just that then it was real for you, and
now you're looking at it from the side.

Honestly, everything that's
happening to you right now

is also a film.

All of this.

I would call it...

the perfect cinema.

I've tried explaining it
to you before,

choosing the right words,
looking for an example

And here I've found

the example!

Do you still really not get it?

What am I supposed to get?

You have to play a role,

to play the role correctly.

Then the film will turn out a success.

Life will be good,

and the director will be happy.

To play?

To play! Of course to play!
What's with you?

You incarnate in thousands of lives,
living out all of them.

You're a king, a slave,
a knight, a traitor,

a nice lad, and a murderer.

You contain the whole
world within you,

reveal all the universes!

You laugh and you cry,

you win and you lose.

It's an atrocity, simply atrocious!

Atrocious...

Of course, it's atrocious.

But atrociously interesting.

It's atrociously frightening.

Atrociously prodigious!

Imagine to live this way
till your last breath,

to be invigorated
until the final moment,

to plunge at that final moment
so your heart would burst!

Not to rot. To live this way!

Get it? Like that!

Then it fills up with life,
with inner creativity.

And you advance to a new round,

a game... with Him.

And then it doesn't matter
if you're a hero or a villain.

For you are with Him!

With whom?

And, for the most part,
this applies to the rich,

who make up only
ten percent of society.

Not only religion,

but the entire global justice system
serves only the rich.

To say nothing of
moral dogmas and ideals.

What's happening?

They're waging a revolution.

I hope you'll succeed.

The scroll is in the desk drawer.

Nice hat.

What bastard left all these bowls here?

And I asked you
to fix the lights, didn't I?!

Well? Answer me! Did I or didn't I?

How many times must I repeat myself?

How dense can these idiots be?

Fix the lights first thing
tomorrow! Or the day after...

In the name
of the revolution, open up!

1943, POLAND

Me? Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Oh... Don't push me, please,
I can't walk any faster.

You see, I ate a lot of grapes,
plus I've got hyperactive peristalsis.

He's coming.
Just don't show him the puppy...

The important thing is not to bring
out the puppy right away.

Max, you need to hurry.

A liaison will be waiting for you
at the central square in 10 minutes.

His license plate number is...

Who is he?

Who is who?

You told me about him last time.
Who is he?

He is the one who created all this,

this whole film,

this act.

It is the higher force,
the highest thought...

The field encompassing everything,
Max...

Remember the cinema?

Light is cast onto the film,

resulting in a huge
projection on the screen.

But all the information,
the picture is on the film,

and not on the screen. Do you see?

You're the same way.

This force acts upon you,

and you see your reflection,
your projection from the outside.

It's as if you're looking at
yourself from the side,

watching a movie about yourself.

It's an illusion that anything exists
outside of you, opposite to you,

that there's something that's not you.

It is all you, Max. Understand?

All these walls, plants, animals,
people, galaxies - they are all you!

I no longer wish to hear
your delirium.

It's complicated, Max,
I understand you.

No, you don't understand anything.

You senile old fart.

You remember what happened to you

every time you tried
to digress from the path?

Why do you need all this? Tell me.

Max...

What are you trying to do?

Please... I came to help you.

To help drive me mad?

You're taunting me, is that it?

But this time you will fail.

I'm revoking your mission.

Max, you are me.

I am me!

You don't even exist!

You're a figment of my
demented imagination!

A cancerous tumor in my brain!

You're the cause of all my suffering!

I'm very sorry... it's a pity.

All right,
I have something for you.

So... how are we feeling?

Where am I?

You're home.

Untie me!

Sure,

so you can knock me out
with a heavy object?

This is some kind of a mistake.

Everybody says so.

But don't worry, the doctor will help.

You know the doctor?

Of course. Everyone here knows him.

Where is he?

Fyodor Arkadievich Pirogov,
your attending physician.

Oh, right.

Untie me, please.

How about this:

you tell me everything
and I'll untie you.

So, you're saying
you were sent to us

after you killed the doctor
and burned the scroll?

Yes, to the next round.

So, what are we to do?

I don't know.

I know.

I know!

I know what to do.

Don't bother hiding. I can see you.

Escort the dear professor please.

No need for shots, I'll go.

Well, Max,

how long will you continue
to amuse us?

Still trying

to get to Jerusalem?

Who are you?

Very well.

Go get some rest.

Escort our friend to the ward.

Need some help?
- Nope.

You sure?
- Yup.

And now you'll tell me
where you got that nail file.

Do you remember me?

Russia, the revolution...

Hold on a moment!

Do you have papers?

Move along.

Move along!

They say 20 people are holding
the whole of France under their thumb.

This is the
upper crust of society...

The scroll!

Who's put this kind of
music on for the patients?

It's driving them mad!

You?

If you ever put this on again,

I'll shove this tape up your ass!

Got it?!

Now get lost! Imbecile!

There, that's better.

The autopsy? I passed it with a B.

But not an A,
which I becried, "Why me?!"

I was so pissed, I jabbed
a screwdriver into your wrist.

But then a nurse
consoled me - what a twist!

We boozed,
I rummaged through your entrails,

But in my drunkenness
I couldn't find the pancreas.

Your organs' beauty
touched me to the core,

And I rejoiced -
you're with us nevermore!

You'd otherwise be
roaming to and from,

Lamenting that my love
has reached a low.

It's my 43rd birthday.
"That we should pay a visit to your mama,"

And other wacky bullshit,
full of drama.

But now you're lying on the table,
dead and nude.

A pleasure to behold
your freshly shaved pubis.

And I am stitching up
your body like a seamstress,

A lovely criss-cross pattern -
sleep, my princess!

You have a slight memory lapse.

It's a side effect of the treatment.

Don't worry, your memory
will recover soon.

What treatment?

I'll be frank with you, Max.

You were delivered here
six months ago with acute psychosis.

You maintained,

that you need to find some

Zohar scroll

and return it to Jerusalem.

Max, you willingly,

willingly - agreed to the treatment.

So you are saying that
everything that happened to me

never took place?

You kept a diary,

and your imagination
projected all these images.

You lived in that reality, Max.

The treatment exacerbated
the hallucinations,

and we needed to identify the source.

The hallucinations will subside soon,

and you'll resume your normal life.

I got you, little bitch!

Hold him!

Who am I?

Your name is
Maxim Leonidovich Chekhov.

You were born in 1968

you work as an engineer.

You have a daughter,

a wife.

Perhaps you'd like to see them?

I'll tie these underwear
around your head, imbecile!

- Hello, Ludachka?
- Oh, my! Oleg Moiseevich!

- Shall I come up?
- Yes, please.

- Hurrying!
- Thank you.

And who is this doctor?

People tend to trust themselves.

That's why you and I
have invented him,

making him similar to you.

This is called the association method,

where an image is introduced
into the patient's mind,

enabling him to come
out of his crisis.

Every time you...

delved too deep inside yourself,

the doctor appeared

and helped you
out of your predicament.

But you don't need him anymore, Max.

Welcome to real life.

He is running upstairs!

Catch that idiot!

You little bitch.

Hey.

How are you feeling?

I'm well.

I saw Lena and Sergei, they said hi.

Promised to visit soon.

Come over here.

Can you imagine...
when I look at photos of you,

he starts moving.

He recognizes his dad.

And he's such a hefty eater!

I feel like I'm eating for three.

The professor said
your test results are good.

You have to maintain them a little
longer and we can get you out of here.

I can't take it anymore.
She's always hounding me.

You see? Well, do you?

Arabica.

Instant.

Would you kindly treat me to a cigarette?

Do you remember the cinema?

The light shone on the film,

creating a great
projection on the screen.

But all the information was
on the film, not on the screen.

How do you know that?!

Don't scream, quiet! Got it?

How do you know that?

You told me about it.
Don't you remember?

Would you kindly treat me to a cigarette?

Who am I?

I don't know who I am
or where I came from.

Or how I ended up in this cave.

When I opened my eyes,
I saw a Roman legionnaire

holding a burning torch

whose bright light was reflected
off the metallic armor.

I was dragged up a ladder,

my feet were tied to one of the rungs.

The Spaniard gave the order
and I was thrown overboard.

The warm, salty water instantly
engulfed me, covered my face,

I began to suffocate...

darkness...

I threw the axe aside and
grabbed the rifle from her hands.

Dropping the wounded duck, she fell
into my arms, weeping like a child.

"I only wanted to cook
you a hot dinner,"

she said, flustered,
her face buried in my chest.

For the first time ever,
I felt that somebody needs me.

I love this picture!

You are so sweet here!

You're so beautiful...

my love...

Let's get out of here.

Far away from here.

What do you say?

You'll be home soon.

Oh! A still life with a pheasant.

Did you draw that mouse?

Come on, daddy,
where do you see a mouse?

He's got the key!

What happened?

The Spaniard has escaped.

Again?

Again.

I hope it works out for him this time.

Good evening

and welcome to another episode of our
youth show, A Different Angle.

I am your host Savely Marin,

and today we have two
extraordinary guests in the studio:

Semion Semionovich Vetlitsky: scientist,
physicist, and his spouse Margarita.

Welcome and thank you for
being here today!

Hello.

As you may know, our show's editor

has recently stumbled on your article
in Science and Life Magazine,

where you share your impressions
of a near-death experience.

It's as if your consciousness remains,

but all the corporeal sensations
disappear. They're simply not there.

So what is there?

There's only...

the sensation of...

unbounded love washing over you

and a desire

to answer with the same love. A desire
to reciprocate the love you receive.

And you only want to dwell in
that ocean or sea of love.

It's as if you and everything
around you merge, becoming one.

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Even though there aren't any bodies,

no personalities, names,
deities or angels.

There's nothing.

Only an informational field,
as scientists call it today.

This field carries information of
love, harmony and perfection.

And you are inscribed into this field,

as an integral part, a single whole.

What an incredible story.

And now it's time for
questions from our viewers.

I'm sure there are plenty.
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What do you want?

Excuse me, I need to
make an urgent call.

Bugger off!

Hello!

Hello. Please introduce yourself.
You're on the air. Hello?

- Can you hear me?
- You're on the air. Hello?

- Hello, hello!
- Hello!

I can't hear you. Hello!

Bloody hell.

Recently a strange sensation
has been following me, that...

Silence!

Silence!

What kind of people are you?!

Who knows, maybe the day will come
when you'll become normal citizens,

but now all I see before me
is a bunch of idiots!

Jimi Hendrix!

As long as you're here,

which I hope will be a very long time,

you will behave in accordance with the
rules of this institution!

Enemas for everyone!

One year later

Well, Max. I suppose
congratulations are in order?

You're going home tomorrow.

Thank you - you've given me
another chance at life.

Oh, come now...

Second century C.E.

By now Judea has languished under
the fist of Rome for 180 years.

Seeking to squelch the rebellions,

Caesar sends his finest
legionnaires to Jerusalem.

But the Romans were ambushed
by the valiant archer Abraham,

capable of slaying five foes
with a single arrow.

The insurgents hid on a hill

when the order came,
they attacked as one.

Some fell, some lost their footing,
some even giggled as they ran...

Many ran apprehensively, trying not to
get cut by their own sharp swords.

I hear you're being released.

Have a seat.

Have some orange.

You don't exist.

You are my hallucination...

Is that what the professor told you?

And where is he now?

Where did everybody go?

They never existed
in the first place.

I want to go home.

Where is my family?

You have no family.

It's your own fault.

You dreamed up a beautiful wife
and a precious daughter for yourself.

How banal.

Couldn't you think of
something more interesting?

Why are you whimpering
like a little girl?

Who am I?

Tell me, who am I?

Please!

Who? Who am I?

Try hitting me again
and I'll break your arm.

You got me?

I can't hear you!

I can't hear you!

I got you.

In the very beginning, back
when Rome reigned over Judea,

there was a clash between
Rome and Jerusalem.

It was a collision of two worlds,
two worldviews, two philosophies.

You commanded a legion tasked
with finding and destroying

the Zohar scrolls because they
contradicted the Roman doctrine,

which is founded on the material
evolution of mankind.

The scrolls spoke of a different path,
posing a risk to Rome's expansion.

Fortunately, the Zohar was hidden away
in a safe place just in time.

You managed to intercept only
a portion of it... this single scroll.

You knew that there’s a special
power concealed within it,

and you tried to exploit it selfishly.

That is why you lost your memory.

How will I get to Jerusalem?

Liontail, come in this is Foxhead.
Radio check. Over.

Copy Foxhead. Over.

Entering tunnel sector. Confirm, over.

Foxhead you are clear
for tunnel sector. Over.

Roger that.

Foxhead, predator in imaging
pattern over your position.

Roger that.

Foxhead, imaging picking up traffic
approaching your location.

Approaching tunnel structure.

Contact right! Cover fire!

Take cover!

Foxhead at target building.

Spread out, find the tunnel.

Clear!

Clear!

I got the entrance.

Let's go.

Foxhead entering tunnel.

Darling.

Max, don't shoot! It's me!

It's safe here.
You can remove your mask.

What is this place?

This is the place.

Exactly the place to which
you were supposed to go.

It's here.

The only thing left to do
is return the scroll.

What happened here?

Remember I told you

that back in antiquity Rome took
the path opposite from Jerusalem

and what was written in the scrolls.

The entire modern civilization
grew out of the Roman path.

Rome gave rise to modern Europe.

America has entirely
copied the Roman system.

But this path leads to a dead end.

History is coming to a close, Max.

The dreadful, agonizing history of
humankind is coming to an end.

Yet we could have lived differently.

Happily.

Return the scroll.

You're the last one.
Everybody is waiting only for you.

Darling!

This temptation is no accident.
It's meant to lead you astray.

Let's go home.

Max, she doesn't exist.

Max, who are you looking at?

You're still seeing that doctor?

Max, the treatment is over,
you don't need him anymore.

Forget about him.

Max, return the scroll
to where it belongs.

Why do I deserve all of this?

What have I done to deserve
all this suffering, blood and death?

What is the meaning of it all?

There is no purpose
and no logic to it!

And there is no
justification for all of this!

I didn't understand or learn anything!

There's nothing left but pain!

You've changed so much!

Shut up!

You just don't feel it.

I don't want to feel anything!

Everything inside me hurts!

I don't want to feel!

Max, it's a hallucination.
He doesn't exist.

Don't listen to her!

You need to break away from him.

Don't make the same mistake, Max!

You've already been here,
at this very point,

having nearly reached the end!

Max, we need you!

Listen to me. It's a trap!
You can be stronger!

Max, come home.

Didn't you tell me
this is all a dream?

That means you're
a part of this dream too, right?

And this scroll is also a dream!

I'm dreaming it.

Well, in this dream,
I don't choose you.

Get it through your head already!

Well, what have you done?

No!

That is not a solution!

You can't run away from yourself!

You'll need to start all over again.

You'll keep coming back here
again and again

until you fulfill the mission.

Great, you're coming around.

Let me look at your wound.

How do I know you?

From a past life, perhaps?

Right, right, yep.

What, it's gonna be in the news?
Yes, our tv is on, sure.

Alright, ok.

The most significant find
of the new millennium.

At an archaeological dig in Jerusalem,

an ancient scroll has been discovered

that is thought to be the missing link

of one of the most mysterious pieces
of writing in the history of humankind.

According to scientific findings,
the scroll contains a code

that will enable us to decipher the
secret meaning of the Book of Zohar.

In this very cave, German and Israeli
archaeologists have discovered

what they believe
to be one of the most

extraordinary pieces of writing
of the ancient world.

Dating back to the 2nd century AD,

this scroll sheds light on one of the most
frequently asked questions of our time:

what is the purpose of our existence?

This scroll speaks

of our primordial state
as being similar to that

of an embryo in a mother’s womb.

Because it was incapable of sensing
the perfection in which it existed,

it had to be split up
into a myriad pieces.

According to the Book of Zohar,

we have already reached
the maximum splitting point:

the spring is stretched out
to the max,

and we are now undergoing the
reverse process of reassembly.

By returning to their source,

these parts continuously
acquire new sensory organs

as compared to the primordial embryo.

Inside this unity,

each part perceives this perfection

from more than just
its individual viewpoint

it also perceives it
through the other parts,

with which it
has established this bond...

The end result is billions of times
greater than the initial sensation,

and herein lies the aim
of the initial design:

to bring us to the same
level as the perfection

which we were originally
unable to perceive.

THE ZOHAR SECRET