The Zohar Secret Page #2

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not to show up here again.

What didn't you understand?

Daddy's home!

1870, AMERICA

1899, AFRICA

1914, FRANCE

I'll do it.

I agree. I'll do it.

I'll do it!

1917, RUSSIA

Freeze!

Your papers!

Move along.

Honey,

Return the scroll...

I'm so happy we're together again.

And that you have agreed.

Finally!

Could you please come over here?

Hold this, please,

with your finger.

Grasp right here.

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!

It was real then, but now

you're looking at it from aside.

To be frank,

everything happening to you now

is also a film.

All of this.

I would call it...

the perfect... cinema.

I've tried

explaining it to you before,

picking the words,

looking for an example.

And now I've found

an example!

Do you still not get it?

What am I supposed to get?

You have a role to play,

and you need to play it right.

Then the film will turn out a success.

Life will be good,

and the director will be happy.

To play?

Of course! 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 include the whole

world inside of you,

discover all the universes!

You laugh and you cry,

you gain and you lose.

It's monstrous, simply monstrous!

Monstrous...

Of course, it's monstrous.

But also monstrously interesting!

Horrifying. Monstrous!

And monstrously 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 simply bursts!

To never grow old.

To live like that!

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 the rich and 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.

That's some hat you've got there.

What scumbag put all these pots here?

And I asked you

to fix the lighting, damn it!

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

How many times must I repeat myself?

How dense can those dimwits be?

Fix the lighting first thing

tomorrow! Or the day after...

In the name

of the revolution, open up!

1943, POLAND

Me? Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Oh, umm... 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...

Don't show the puppy...

not 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 theater.

It is the higher force,

the highest thought...

It is a field that

encompasses everything, Max...

Remember the cinema?

Light shone on 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?

And you're the same.

This force influences you,

and you see your reflection,

your projection from the outside.

It's as if you're

looking at yourself from aside,

watching a movie about yourself.

So it's an illusion that anything

exists outside or in front of you,

that there's something alien,

not yours.

It is all you, Max. You see?

All these walls, plants, animals,

people, galaxies - they are all you!

I don't want to hear

any more of your ravings!

It's not easy, Max,

I understand.

No, you don't understand anything.

You senile old fart.

Don't you remember

what always happened to you

whenever you tried

to digress from the path?

Why do you need all this? Tell me.

Max...

What are you trying to accomplish?

Please... I'm here to help you.

To help drive me mad?

You're taunting me, is that it?

But you won't succeed. Not this time.

I'm revoking your mission.

Max, you are me.

I am me!

You don't even exist!

You're just a figment

of my demented imagination!

A cancerous tumor in my brain!

You're the cause of all my suffering!

I'm very sorry.

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 forwarded 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 cooperate.

Well, Max,

how long will you keep amusing us?

Still trying

to get to Jerusalem?

Who are you?

Very well.

Go get some rest.

Escort our friend to the ward.

Need help?

- Nope.

Are 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 put this 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!

Do you get me?!

Now get lost, blockhead!

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 drunkedness

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 pubes.

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.

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