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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.
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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
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