I, Djinn

Understanding the Autismo Within to Get What You Want

Living from the Self

Ah, my dear reader! You’re looking rather rejuvenated today.

Have you done a little healing lately? Gotten a little closer to your Self?

I would certainly hope so.

If the answer is no, you haven’t done the homework. And I could understand why.

It’s work.

You’re dealing with painful, negative beliefs you’ve held for years. Perhaps even decades. It forces you to leave your comfort zone. But you should also know, if that is your excuse, you are a loser.

A cuck.

Little cuck boy.

But it’s okay, it’s okay. No judgments, none at all. We’re just calling it like it is, that’s all.

Until you address those cuckolding beliefs, you will forever remain a cuck. Even if your outer world did change, you wouldn’t feel different. You would never feel like a winner. (A wiener, for sure.) If you don’t feel differently, external changes mean nothing. Succulent breasts will taste as ashen turd upon your tongue.

However, if you have started the work (and I know you have, you spectacular, sentient sperm-glob), you will have found that uprooting your limiting beliefs will only take you so far.

Will doing so improve your life, vril, and swagger?

What a poignant question.

If remove your Bethlehem thorn-boxers, will your nads stop being eviscerated?

Healing is a wonderful thing. It enables you to enjoy life. But being healed does not mean living from the Self. You may be closer to It, but you’re not living from It. If you’re not living from the Self, you’re not living with swagger. And if you’re not living with swagger, are you really living?

You’re still merely reacting to what exists.

We are going to break you of that habit, dear reader.

Action Vs. Reaction

Anything you see externally is old.

Dead, energetically speaking.

That heat, that energy, that “life” it exudes, is merely the fading warmth of a corpse. It’s history. It’s created. What is created is already expressed.

Everything begins from and ends at the Source, connected by an unbroken causal chain. The Source is pure creative force, and connected to it as you are makes you a creative being in Its image.

Who you think you are is the expressed. Who you really are is expression.

It’s time you start acting, not reacting.

True action means expressing, honestly, the pure creative force as it flows through you. The better you are at this, the closer you get to your Self. The closer you get to your Self, the less the self hinders you. The less hindered you are, the more swagger you have.

You’re always creating, but you aren’t always creating consciously. The self navigates a dead world and yearns for dead things. If you act from the self you will create more dead things. This is why your life never changes. You’ve created a bunch of creatures, Frankenstein.

Take, for instance, the simp.

Such a pathetic specimen.

He models his every move on the expected response of the femammal whose hoagie he wants to squeeze his salami into. He never acts as he truly wants to. He laughs because she laughs. He texts emojis (XD rawr) because she texts them. He imitates ghostly emanations, converses with echoes, but yearns to participate in life’s dance. You don’t get to do the life making mambo if act like a corpse.

(Unless she’s a necrophiliac.)

The solution to this issue is to kill the self.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll there, fatuus.

I said, kill the self. Not kill yourself. We’re talking about the mental zombie-you. The idea you think you are, cocksplat. Not your body.

As you have gotten closer to the Self, you will have realized that Its voice has become clearer. As Its voice becomes clearer, so too do Its desires.

Now, here we will have to chop some morning wood.

“B-b-b-but David, you said last week that desire implies lack!”

Right on cue.

You are almost correct, dear reader. Let’s look again at what I said.

“Notice I did not say what you desire to have. Desire implies lack. Your mind understands this very well. We all want things. That doesn’t mean we get them.”

The desire to have is what implies lack. This is a desire of the self—either born of it, or a message it misinterpreted from the Self. A desire from the Self is a desire to express. To express is not to have, it is to give.

Just as I give to you so selflessly, my beloved reader. Just as Jesus gave Himself for the world. He didn’t come to be served.

The Self’s desires are your desires, but the inverse is not true. The self is assailed by zombies and other psychic nasties. Indulging its desires muddles your connection to the Self. Muddling that connection leads to lack.

You lack nothing. Everything you desire is already yours. The Self just needs you to express it.

To kill the self simply means to accept the Self’s desires. Ironically, the self will be happier for it.

Understand, the desires that exist within you are real. As real as you or me. As real as the air you breathe and the cheeks you want to clap. Even if they haven’t materialized physically in your lap yet. They may be whimsical, they may be fanciful, but they are not merely whims or fancies.

What your Self wills you to do is your purpose. Your Summa prioritas. It is unique for each of you.

Mine is bagging the Asian baddies. Find your own purpose.

This is easier said than done, of course.

Society is structured to strangle the Self’s desires. Do you think it’s a coincidence your teachers resembled old hags or saggy warlocks? Or the modern-day equivalent—blue-haired, spider-bitten, unshaven-armpit wiccans? Or how about your boss, who resembles a goblin, a vampire (not the hot ones), or some other wretched ringworm?

Did you think this was coincidence?

The Black Cube is responsible, obviously.

Stay inside the box, little cocksplat. Keep cucking it for the wage, wagie. Like your cagie, wagie? Cagie good. Forty hours, fifty hours, sixty hours more. Gimme gimme gimme your time upon the altar of my harvest, wagie. Cuck is good. Be good little cuck, wagie. Sacrifice your Self on my big, black, cubular altar.

Man, fuck that.

We need to get you making sweet love with the Self’s desires. Stat.

This cube needs to go.

Mr. Reader Man, tear down these walls!

How?

Dear reader, as usual, you are asking the right question.

I’m a Djinn

Allow me to ask you a question, my friend.

What do you think you desire?

Pretend I’m a djinn.

You have three wishes. Three wishes shall I grant. Corrupt them I shan’t, I promise, I promise! You can always trust me.

Did you say money?

How about fame?

Or maybe, power?

If you named something nebulous like these, I hate to break it to you, homo imbecillus. You may be fatuus.

“B-b-b-but Davey! Money isn’t nebulous. It’s a real thing!”

You sure about that? The powers that be print it faster than it takes you to spurt your yogurt. That’s not just fast, Minute Man. That’s supersonic. (And electronic.)

A real thing. How droll you are, dear reader.

Is money paper? Is it coin? How about numbers on a screen? How about the magic internet money everyone got rugged on?

Let’s humor your “desire” for a moment. Say that money is real.

Wish granted, no corruption.

You’ve got money, as many of the numbers on the screen as you wanted.

Are you happy now? Are you sure? Positive?

I’m guessing yes, yes, and yes, right? Then, I guess you were right, huh? You simply wanted money for money’s sake and no other. You can wrap it up and call it a life now, can’t you? You got your desire.

“Wait, wait, David. I don’t just want to have the money…”

Oh, really? You don’t say?

You mean to tell me you wanted money to do something with it? Did you expect me to understand that? You told me what you wanted, I just imadjinned up what you asked for.

Let me clue you in.

Your mind is the djinn you tell your wishes, and the djinn is an autismo. It will give you exactly what you ask for.

Money? Wish granted!

Do you understand what money is?

It is your time and freedom symbolized into tokens. That’s all. To demonize it is to demonize what it represents. To love it is to become attached to the symbol.

Both enslave you.

The only correct option here is to approach it dispassionately. You are always free and have nothing but time. The only thing that enslaves you is how seriously you take money.

If you are wise, you realized that the underlying principle has to do with more than just money. If you are wise, you already understand what needs doing and are already past the point of needing to hear this. If you are wise, you don’t need me to explain it to you like a soy baby.

But you probably need me to explain it to you anyway, don’t you?

Survival Mechanisms

You poor wittle soy baby, don’t cwy. Jesus stiww woves you, and so do I.

The J-Man and I, we got your back.

Money was the primary example, but power, fame, and anything of the like will never be desires of the Self.

Alright, enough. Dry your tears, soy one. Quit crying. It makes you look like a pussy.

Does it help to know that, amazing as I am, even I failed to realize this in my youth? Yes, it’s true. It’s so true. Even perfection has room to grow, I know.

The common element of these desires is survival. They are all tools in service of it. A desire for the tool is a dysfunction.

Maybe your actual desire feels unsafe. Maybe you have no clue what you desire. You think you’ll figure it out once you “have it all.” These desires are a trap most don’t escape. Most of the few who make them reality find it wasn’t what they wanted or that it’s never enough.

Is all you want to survive big? Are you are a husk? A spiritual eunuch?

Not my reader. No fucking way.

You are a unique being. A vector in time and space that can’t be duplicated. Pursue your unique desire to achieve your purpose and by pass these traps.

If you don’t believe in your uniqueness, you had better start. Your Self believes it. It wants you to express it. The real hack I’m giving you today is that the reality you desire exists literally within you already.

The material world is slow and lags behind. Remember, it’s energetically dead.

Your Self exists beyond the material. It is eternal. Changes there take place in an instant. You haven’t learned to tap into it yet, but you surely have before.

A true desire is what you would pursue if survival were no issue. Ironically, when you pursue it, you’ll find life provides what you need to sustain it.

Life wants what you’ve got. Whip that one-of-a-kind dong out and drop it on life. It wants the dong.

Litmus Testing

If you’re the type of reader who feels you’ve made too many mistakes in life, taken too many wrong turns, know that you are probably right.

But that’s okay.

Despite your immense shortcomings, the Self still wants you. It has always wanted you. It is the only one who will always want you. Return to It.

Know, dear reader, that you are going to make even more mistakes.

Some people will know their true desires right away, but most will figure it out through trial and error.

If it happens, it happens. There is no lost time. You are never younger than you are today, and there’s no point crying over melted butter.

A good litmus test is to ask, “Do I want to do this? Or do I think I will get something if I do this?”

If you answer the latter, you ought to reconsider. The survival safety net comes as a result of living according to the Self’s desire. But learn to accept you don’t control its terms. I let Jesus take the wheel doing one-fifty when I pass out from my special rum-yum sauce all the time. Works out every time.

Your homework this week is simple, I promise.

Figure out what you desire.

Think of at least three (it’s the magic number). I won’t corrupt them this time, I promise.

(You’ll do that yourself.)

Once you have those desires, carve out some time and try them on. Like a fashion show. Walk that runway, fairy.

Sit down and imadjinn what life would be like if those desires came true. You want to inhabit these scenes as if you were living them. In the first-person. Like an FPS shooter. Pew pew, baby.

The scenes should be a day in that life. That means the boring parts, the frustrating parts, the mundane parts. This is not a fantasy. Treat it like Barbie’s dream life, and it will mislead you. Of course, it seems perfect if you imagine it’s perfect. It’s perfect.

Life, however, is anything but. Think of it like a shit sandwich. But you’re a fly with a very refined pallet. You know what kind of shit you like. If you imagine the desired life as mundane and still want it, you are likely on to something.

This is your mission. Take it lightly, but not too lightly. This too is part of the Great Work.

Shine so bright the walls of the Black Cube balk.

Daisuki.