The Holy Mountain Page #2

the holy mountain,

and rob its wise men

of their secret of immortality.

But to conquer the wisdom

of the Immortals,

we too must become wise men.

The elements of chemistry

are many, but finite.

So are the techniques of enlightenment.

To reach it more quickly

we will combine the techniques.

With the correct formula, any human

being can become enlightened.

The Immortals are a group.

If we are to succeed,

we must cease to be individuals,

and become a collective being.

Burn your money!

Thief! If you don't want to die,

kill your money.

We shall destroy the self image,

unsteady, wavering, bewildered,

full of desire, distracted, confused.

When the self concept thinks,

this is I and that is mine,

he binds himself

and he forgets the great self.

- His feet stink like a rotten dog.

- He has beautiful teeth.

I can't stand the smell.

When he puts all your bones back

together, you will like his smell.

Man learned to cultivate the earth

by weakening the plants,

wild plants remained as they were

at the moment of creation.

They are the humble

guardians of the secret.

The flower knows...

you don't need to ask it.

The dog will take your senses

away with him.

He can see for you.

The delicate scent of flowers

is the fragrance of the universe.

I eat the flower,

and its perfume is my blood.

Together we form a dog,

in search of the sacred flower.

Together we form a flower,

in search of the sacred water.

This is the moment

when the word is made flesh.

How many people are you?

One, two, three, four, five...

We are nine.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine...

- One is missing.

- Yes.

Here is the missing one.

He drowned.

He drowned.

This is the ceremony of death.

The grave receives you with love.

Surrender yourselves to death.

Return what was loaned to you.

Give up your pleasure, your pains.

Give up your friends, your lovers.

Give up your family, your past.

Surrender what you hate,

what you desire.

You will know nothingness -

it is the only reality.

Don't be afraid. It's so easy to give.

You are not alone. You have a grave.

It is your first mother.

The grave is the door to your rebirth.

Now you will surrender the faithful animal

you once called your body.

Don't try to keep it.

Remember, it was a loan.

Surrender your legs, surrender your sex,

your hair, your blood, your organs,

your bones.

You no longer want to possess.

Possession is the ultimate pain.

The earth falls over your corpse.

She comes to cover you with love,

because she is your true flesh.

Now you are an empty heart,

open to receive your true essence.

Your own perfection, your new body,

which is the universe, the work of God.

You will be born again,

you will be real,

you will be your own father,

your own mother,

your own child, your own perfection.

Open your eyes. You are the earth,

you are the green,

you are the blue, you are the Aleph,

you are the essence.

Look at the flower.

Look at the flower.

For the first time, look at the flowers.

Now, you are a group.

Do you want to perform

miracles like Christ?

See what would happen if you did.

Concentrate on this starfish.

When you see the size of an elephant,

you will never miss the target.

Our thoughts have forms.

You have a monster in your mind.

We will help you.

Throw the monster into the water.

He can't swim, he will drown.

Fool, destroy your illusions.

Free yourself from the past.

We have crossed the great waters.

Congratulations, you made it to our

shores! This deserves a toast!

You're not the first to come to Lotus

Island in search of the holy mountain.

I drink alone because newcomers

are always abstainers.

In time they realize

that the best liquor in the world

is at the Pantheon Bar.

Come. Come. Come.

I have everything -

food, drinks, beds, baths,

men, women.

These illustrious travelers came here

to find the holy mountain,

but they preferred The Pantheon Bar!

The real holy mountain is here -

in my words, in my poems.

If I write rose, it blooms in my hand,

And the bees come

to feed on my poetry.

Our bees make honey,

but your flies make sh*t.

The cross was a mushroom.

And the mushroom was also

the tree of good and evil.

The philosophical stone

of the alchemists...

...was LSD.

The book of the dead is a trip,

and the Apocalypse

describes a mescaline experience.

In these flasks...

...are all the holy mountains.

And in this beautiful young man...

...is eternity.

To conquer a mountain is easy.

I can go through solid matter.

Nothing stops me!

In a minute I will cross the holy

mountain. Wait for me here!

I got to the other side of the mountain

in less than a minute.

- How long until you reach the summit?

- No, I can only advance horizontally.

That's enough.

From bottom to top, I can't do.

But anyway, I am a champion!

I have conquered

the holy mountain horizontally!

Horizontally! I am a champion!

I am a champion!

I founded the academy.

I give the awards!

Here you can win a trophy every year.

Idiots!

You don't know what you are losing!

You could have made history

and we are already forgetting you!

Help me! I can't go one step farther!

You're not afraid of falling.

What frightens you is climbing.

- Rub your clitoris against the mountain.

- You're terrified of success.

Give yourself to the world!

I can't lie anymore. My hand is frozen.

You were never able to forget your body,

never able to pry yourself

from that love.

Now the thing you love most

is stopping you from reaching the top.

You must sacrifice part of your body.

Cut off your fingers, or go back!

We have mastered

the difficult part of the mountain.

Now the way will be like a garden.

Nevertheless, at this height

our minds will decompose.

And we will suffer the vision of death.

- Lies!

- If you don't believe, wait for us here.

When I return,

I will show you the difficult way.

There are the Immortals!

Meditate here for three hours

before you attack them.

And you?

You don't need a master now.

You can win by yourself. Goodbye.

This is the way we may reach

that summit.

Then we will master our bodies.

You know now what you must do.

You don't need anyone, you are a master.

Cut off my head.

Now you can begin to learn.

Unite yourself with this good woman,

who came here only

because she loves you.

Forget the summits,

reach eternity through love.

Return to your country.

I leave you my tower

and my alchemical rooms.

This is your family and your people.

Change the world.

Sit down.

I promised you the great secret

and I will not disappoint you.

Is this the end of our adventure?

Nothing has an end.

We came in search

of the secret of immortality.

To be like gods.

And here we are. . . mortals.

More human than ever.

If we have not obtained immortality,

at least we have obtained reality.

We began in a fairytale

and we came to life!

But is this life reality?

No.

It is a film. Zoom back camera.

We are images, dreams, photographs.

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