The Holy Mountain (1973): “We have mastered the difficult part of the mountain. Now the way will be like a garden.”
The Holy Mountain by Alejandro Jodorowsky
Alejandro Jodorowsky’s cult-film The Holy Mountain (1973), starts in a room where the Alchemist removes naked blond female twins’ false fingernails and jewelry and shaves their heads. From this mysterious room, the movie gets you in!
The interesting fact about movie is Jodorowsky and his wife spent a week without sleep under the direction of a Japanese Zen master. Also the cast spent three months doing various spiritual and yoga exercises guided by Oscar Ichazo. After the training, the cast lived for one month communally in Jodorowsky’s home before production.
“First, you see, I needed to find a guru, a master. Because I was not a guru, I was not a master; I was an artist. And then I found a guru, his name was Oscar Ichazo [one of the creators of the Enneagram of Personality]. I brought him to Mexico to teach me what is a guru, and to dehumanize me. He gave me LSD, and I was initiated for eight hours. And this was an incredible resource; directed by the guru, I discovered images of my mind there, I discovered treasures inside me. That was a big revolution, I must say.” ― Alejandro Jodorowsky, a quote from an interview on bluefat.com
Cosmic Quotes: The Holy Mountain by Jodorowsky
“Do you want gold?”
“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 fish thinks about his hunger, not about the fisherman.
You want to know the secret, but man can achieve nothing by himself. To accomplish the alchemical work, you will have these companions.
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.
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.
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.
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 on, 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. On is the truth and the power and the light…
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.
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 Immortal 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 Immortals live and how to obtain their secret. In this ancient Rosicrucian manuscript, I found an etching of the Nine Immortals and the place where they live.
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.
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 delicate scent of flowers is the fragrance of the universe. I eat the flower, and its perfume is my blood.
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.
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.
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 realise 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.
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!
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.
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.
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.