SERIOUS ASSAULT:

I got attacked in a club. Yes me super Zak I got punched in the head and head butted. This is what happened:

I bumped into some dude on the dancefloor. It was a trancey do I was doing my spinaround dance and progressed to a one legged hiptwist flick. Unfortunately the hip twist turned into a bump-oh-sorrymate-are you o.k. dude? He was pissed. and said F*** Off
he was quite threatening. I said sorry again, but to no avail. The dude just kept coming. I said to him hey mate if you feel like it why don't you just hit me. Thinking that reverse psychology would work. BANG it didn't work ...OUCH! What have I don't this dude is a real nutter. He just wanted more he then proceded to grab me in the neck and head butt me. Not good. I still carried on doing a Ghandi and used the no aggressive stance.  This was no good. So I went up to the dude and said what do you want me to do? Do you want me to leave? or what? Trying to make him feel bad. That didn't work. He just kept fronting. I wasn't going to hit him back as he seemed to have a small army on his side. This was the time for me to split. But in a way that he will not know that I have gone. I got on the phone and started saying "hes still in here. meet me at the front". I did a twister spin-sidestep and danced into the flickery corner of the dance floor, grabbed my jacket and made a sharp exit. I did turn to look at the dude, he seemed very pissed and very confused, poor fellow. So I tipped to lady at the door, she was happy now earlier when I whisked in without paying she was not...oops. Id rather tip her that pay the organiser for that dismal night. If it was half descent music I would have filled the club for then the next week! Anyway I saw that night as a sign of giving up the club scene and keep the dancing to MP3s@home.com!

The moral of this Diary Entry.

DON'T TELL THE PISSED DUDE TO HIT YOU AFTER YOU KNOCKED HIM OVER  WITH YOUR ONE LEGGED HIP TWIST FLICK!

Conscious Archives : May 05, 2003

Addictive Hallucinations

Its a funny old world that we live in. One minute I am a high flying executive then I am a hippy. The I become a sufi. I relinquished all my world goods. Even my Decks man!.. I mean I wanted to be a DJ I wanted to spin those decks and funk the groove away.  I had a 5 bedroom super pad in central london. Mosaic bathroom. It became a healing house a drug den, it got squatted, I got robbed and threatened and finally I sold the joint. Now not a penny in my name ive considered selling matchstick men for a living.

Ive deluded myself intentually just to rock the boat a little. I even walked around with a staff. that was funny everyone thought I really lost it that time. Ha ha. just self amusement. The things I do sometimes!. I remember I grew my hair until it AFROed out I wore a string vest and boogied down to the local night club. I made more friends that night than my whole life!

AND WHO THE F*** AM I FOOLING WITH THIS WEBSITE LARK? No one but myself! but even that is seriously funny. CONSIOUS EVOLUTION BOLL*** the only person in this world that is consciously evolving is the one who DECONSTRUCTS ALL THEIR MENTAL THOUGHT PATTERNS- STOPS SEEKING EXTERNAL STIMULATION...AVOIDS CONTACT WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD- MEDITATES CONTINUOUSLY ON THE NOW AND TRANSENDS THE NEED TO EAT.....

If you, the reader get to this line i'll tell you a secret all of the above text was designed to throw the reader off track. Designed to bore the socks of the most intrepid reader. What I have got to tell you, oh, special ones is this......... I am feeling ALIVE!. YES I am I have given up one of my final additions:  the incessant search for love!. yes LOVE. self love the meaning of love love love love. Why am I searching for love? because I didn't know what it was. I touched on it. I felt it. I wrote poetry about it. I danced in night clubs and did I dance I would reach the inner me and cast the inner me into ecstasy Id raise my vibration by eating high vibration food and vibe with the high vibration dude! and dudetes...

let me tell you lot this

This is my life and I can do what ever I please! If you don't agree and if you want to waste infinite amounts of your conscious time discussing this then let me tell you this. I am me and that is it I am not any of the above mentioned ideals I am not that dude who did all those things. I am not a in the search. I am not bored I am not searchin I am not talking about myself ....oh may be I am ...well I am not sitting here writing random amounts of rubbish...oh er this is an RDC...a rapidly diminishing conversation..

News in brief.....

Mabelyn.com is kicking at the moment. We have been writing out diaries in unison for 3 years. The new style of zak.net is based on her professional look (which I could never match really!).

One thing I have noticed recently is that, no matter what image I portrait myself it doesn't change the way I think. What it does do is change the way people respond to me. Funny that ay? why should that be the case? It seems like it just is. Living in london I noticed that what ever I wear there will be someone that classifies me as something. What got to me was that I was introduced as "Zak" someone who knows loads of new-age people. Great nice label may be I should change my name to Topaz Star Rider and crusade around the universe on a solar powered skate board wearing hemp clothing, drinking hempseed oil and go o'natural.

UNTIL THE NEXT DIARY ENTRY SAGE I BID YOU ALL A LOVELY TIME IN BETWEEN. ALLOW YOUR UNIVERSE TO BLESS EACH BREATH THAT YOU TAKE AND ELEVATE YOUR SOUL TO INFINITE GOALS.

Did I tell you