Its been an interesting stay in london. Born here. Raised with a conflicting belief system. My faith distorted by random input of ideals. I have no choice but to evolve. The eternal question is am I  doing the right thing. Is the thing that I am doing permitted by the higher realms of supreme control? There are scriptures, most of them are interpretations and translations. I try to understand which one is the Truth but I fundamentally realise that the truth is not in words. The absolute truth is the uncharted reality we know as life. Try to make sense of it and you become a philosopher. Try to cash in and your a business woman (or man). Try anything and it will never be.

Ive been running around and getting people to forgive themselves. I have forgiven myself.and I am comfortable that my actions are not hurting anyone or causing distress. Simple in theory. But hey I like to dance the stress away. I dance.........

I dance.

I dance like no one is watching. I dance as if im actions are directly playing with the consciousness of the crown. I seek not to get in anyones space. I become SUPER aware of my surroundings inshalla.. This is when twenty people dance in unison. when the collective conscoiusness unite. The ego is put on the shelf. Its not all about the I. Its about the "not me" each step is anticipated. Dance at speed with your eyes shut and the universe takes control.

My forming tribe.

The many amazing and beautiful people that I have met connect amazingl.y. I have learnt to communicate my dreams to whoever is in them. My family of friends are coming together. Connections not laced with fear. But with truth and honesty. Its a slow battle to convince one another that we are real. The senceless banter of truth tests that become the underworld elite of judgements. Peoples  partners  need reasurance that friends are not preditors. Our channels of security tighted ensuring a sacred bond of undisclosed destinies dancing in the moon light sun. I seek my tribe and step away from the illusion and feel the love of my inner direction. As fear swells up I now allow the lilly to settle apon the stream of a forgotten memory. The reflection of my mind becomes the sleep that I crave. I day of my day becomes the night of the flight of the sight within my soul.

The the hippy shit switch itself off. For you to make it this far you must be a Zak.net reader. Right. now its been mad. The connections are forming the dream of the destiny is the selfless sea. The sacrifice of the daily, become the maybe when I see hazy. As the pile of undeltwith thoughts make my nervious system seek prayer and meditation. the life and the air sits calmly without dispair.

I watch as theive around me stealing my systems by opening my fears and holding me to ransom by saying just you dare. I cry with a smile. I seek the inner me. I dream of a day when I see the real me. Laughing and crying the truth of the world. And a dream of a dream becomes the inner me. As I seek the day of days in my soul no more haze.

Da ruthles distructin of the daily life we hear. Not becoming the truth of our path. The propaganda of the infinte thought of the collective stream of denial. Take my hand and says the beauty is therefore me to see with a daughter so beautuful the life is calm and innocent today. the cry are a talk of a lovely way. She sees me and speaks not and I talk alot. and the people around try to understand me as their lives stretch around there own dreams.

With love.....Zak a roo.