The Zohar Secret Page #3

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You were delivered here

six months ago with acute psychosis.

You kept saying

that you need to find some

Zohar scroll

and return it to Jerusalem.

Max, you willingly,

I repeat - 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'll catch you, b*tch!

Hold him!

Who am I?

Your name is

Maxim Leonidovich Chekhov.

You were born in 1968

and you're an engineer.

You have a daughter

and a wife.

Perhaps you'd like to see them?

I'll hang these undies

on your ears, bozo!

- Hello, Lyuda?

- Oh, my! Oleg Moiseevich!

- Should I come up?

- Yes, please.

- Coming!

- 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 b*tch.

Hey,

how are you feeling?

I'm well.

I saw Lena and Sergei, they said hi

and promised to visit soon.

Come over here.

When I look at photos of you,

he starts moving.

He recognizes his daddy.

And he's such a hefty eater!

I feel like I'm eating for three.

The professor said you're doing well.

Hold on just a little longer

and we'll get you out of here.

I can't take it anymore.

She's always hounding me.

You see? Well, do you?

Arabica.

Instant.

Can I please bum a cigarette?

Do you remember the cinema?

The light shone on the film,

creating this huge

projection on the screen.

But all the information was

on the film, not on the screen.

Where did you hear that?

Shh, quiet!

Where did you hear it?!

You told me about it.

Don't you remember?

Can I please bum 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

and my feet got caught

on 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 elope from here!

Just leave it all behind.

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, Another Angle.

I am your host, Savely Marin,

and today we have two

very unusual guests in the studio:

Semion Semionovich Vetlitsky,

a 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 the 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 return the same love. A desire

to reciprocate the love you receive.

And all you want is to

stay in this ocean of love forever.

It's as if you and everything

around you merge, becoming one.

Even though there aren't any bodies,

no personalities, names,

deities or angels.

None of that.

There's only an information field,

as scientists call it today,

whose substance is love,

harmony and perfection.

And you blend into this field,

becoming its integral part,

literally one with it.

What an incredible story.

And now it's time for

questions from our viewers.

I'm sure there are plenty.

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!

I've got a funny

feeling lately that...

Silence!

Silence!

What kind of people are you?!

Who knows, maybe you'll become

normal citizens one day,

but all I see here now

is a bunch of idiots!

Jimi Shmendrix!

As long as you're here,

which I hope will be a long,

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, don't say that!

Second century CE.

For 180 years now Judea has languished

under the fist of Rome.

Seeking to put down 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

and unleashed the attack

when the order came.

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 an orange.

You don't exist.

I'm hallucinating you...

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 unoriginal.

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 a-a-a-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

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