All language subtitles for The.Holy.Mountain.1973

Watch the birdie!

Come on, have something to drink
with us. Come on, drink with us.

Drink it, drink it...

Do you want gold?

Yes.

You are excrement.
You can change yourself into gold.

You broke the looking glass.
Now break the stone.

Each stone has a soul,

formed by the work of millions of years.

The tarot will teach you
how to create a soul.

To know.

To dare.

To want.

To be silent.

The same force the vulture
uses to seize the ox

is needed by the ox
to receive the vulture.

The fish thinks about his hunger,
not about the fisherman.

It is the master
who seeks the disciple.

You want to know the secret,

but man can achieve nothing
by himself.

To accomplish the alchemical work,
you will have these companions.

They are thieves like you,
but on another level.

They are the most powerful people
on the planet.

Industrialists and politicians.

My name is Fon, my planet is Venus.

My business is devoted to the comfort
and beauty of the human body -

beds, mattresses, fabrics,

clothing, cosmetics.

My father is the creator of this empire.

He is deaf, dumb and blind.

Before making a decision,
he consults with my mother's mummy.

He puts his hand into her sex.

If it's moist, it's yes.
If it's dry, it's no.

These are my wives.

I make love to them
only during working hours.

They begin as workers,
then I promote them to secretaries.

We know that people want to be loved,

not for who they are
but for what they appear to be.

So we have created a line of masks,

that have the texture,
warmth, and smell,

of living human beings.

A customer can have any face
she wants.

Every face is unique
and lasts a lifetime.

She can wear her artificial face
to the grave.

Our make-up department for corpses
eliminates the appearance of death.

Not only do we beautify cadavers,

we also equip them
with electronic devices.

They can kiss their family goodbye...

...participate in their own last rites...

...or give a live show.

My name is Isla, my planet is Mars.

Every morning I wake up
my male secretaries.

I manufacture and sell weapons.

We produce bombers,
hydrogen bombs,

ray guns, deadly bacteria,

anti-matter waves,
carcinogenic gases, etcetera.

We are experimenting with a drug
to create delusions of grandeur.

Another drug turns harmless people
into wild beasts.

The young generation needs arms
for its marches and sit-ins.

We have psychedelic shotguns...

...grenade necklaces...

...rock and roll weapons...

...mystical weapons for Buddhists...

...Jews...

...and Christians.

My name is Klen,
my planet is Jupiter.

My house.

My wife.

My chauffeur.

- My lover.
- Hi!

A thousand a week.

My art factory.

We produce a new line of art
every season.

We created a love machine.

To make it live the spectator
has to work with it, guide it,

receive it,
give himself in the act of love.

With this electronic rod
he will rub its mechanical vagina.

The spectator's skill will determine
the machine's ability to reach a climax.

My chauffeur is a bad lover.

He didn't know how to satisfy it.

But this woman,
I know her techniques very well,

will produce the electronic orgasm.

Frigid!

My name is Sel, my planet is Saturn.

My customers are children.

We manufacture war toys.

Workers needed in the miniature
plastic bomb shop.

We have an electronic computer

programmed with the politics
of the government.

The government is our client.

We feed the computer data
on coming wars and revolutions.

It tells us what kind of toys to produce

to condition children from birth.

If the government calculates it will be
necessary to wage war against Peru,

our machine studies the Peruvians
and tells us what to do.

We manufacture hyper-sexed
brown native vampires,

who can only be destroyed
by a cross the color of white skin.

We create a laxative
that induces vomiting.

We name it after the capital of Peru
and tint it with the color of the natives.

We started a comic book campaign.

For 15 years in advance,

we condition children
to hate the future enemy.

In 15 years these children
will go off to war,

to kill Peruvians with pleasure.

My name is Berg,
my planet is Uranus.

Our window is the wrong size,

I don't like it.

Berg, why do we have
that enormous hole in the wall?

Close it up!

Our little baby is hungry.

- Have you finished the report?
- No.

The president wants the report.
Hurry up! Hurry!

I am financial adviser to the president.

To save the country's economy,

we must eliminate four million citizens
in the next five years.

Begin the operations
of the gas chambers.

Gas schools, gas universities,
gas libraries, gas museums,

gas dance halls,
and gas whore houses, etcetera.

I hate you! I hate you!

My name is Axon, my planet is Neptune.

I am the chief of police.

This is the most beautiful day
of your life.

Of your own free will you came
to surrender part of your body to me.

You decided to undergo the initiation

that 999 other heroes have passed.

Your sacrifice completes my
sanctuary of one thousand testicles.

This is the holy book.
Learn to believe in me.

Axon is the truth and the power
and the light...

My name is Lut, my planet is Pluto.

My business is architecture.

Where is he?

He's there, he's there!

No, no he's not!

He's up there. There he is!
He's up there!

Go get him! Come on, let's go get him!

Where is he?

There he is!

When we built this multi-family complex
we made a big mistake -

we lost money.

We gave them small gardens
and windows, we installed water,

lighting, and heating systems.

This was a wrong concept.

A man doesn't need a home,
all he needs is a shelter.

If we can sell him on the idea
of a shelter, we can make millions.

A worker will come here only to sleep,
he won't need electricity or water.

He won't have to cook,
we'll condition him to eat at the factory.

These are communal latrine trucks
for the entire building.

You have power and money,
but you are mortal.

You know you cannot escape death.

But immortality can be obtained.

In old traditions they speak
of holy mountains.

The Meru mountain of India.

Mount Kunlun of the Taoists.

The Karakoram of the Himalaya.

The mountain of the philosophers.

The Rosicrucian mountain.

The Cabalistic mountain
of San Juan De La Cruz.

There are many other holy mountains.

The legend is always the same.

Nine lmmortal men live on top
of the mountain.

From the highest peak
they direct our world.

They hold the secret
to the conquest of death.

They are more
than 40,000 years old.

But they were once like ourselves.

If others have succeeded
in conquering death,

why must we accept it?

I know where the lmmortals live
and how to obtain their secret.

In this ancient Rosicrucian manuscript,

I found an etching of the Nine lmmortals
and the place where they live.

The holy mountain of Lotus Island.

Some men join forces to assault banks
and steal money, pieces of paper.

We must unite our forces to assault
the holy mountain,

and rob its wise men
of their secret of immortality.

But to conquer the wisdom
of the lmmortals,

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 lmmortals 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 shit.

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 lmmortals!

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.

We must not stay here!

Prisoners!

We shall break the illusion.

This is Maya.

Goodbye to the holy mountain.

Real life awaits us.