Fabrications Don't Help

I sincerely hope that when people read the parts of this blog that talk about my past life's experiences and present experiences, including dreams, that they don't try to analyze the information in order to support, or even form, some “theory” about what made me a “psycho-sex killer” (or whatever). I gave up trying to figure that out when I picked Shasta up and brought her home, and I know more about me than anyone else will even begin to know. (Which is why I openly deride all the psych-doctors who attempt to “evaluate” anyone.)
I have said that I am writing this blog in hopes that people might understand; not my experiences , but themselves. I write about my honest experiences because I'm sure that at some point what I write will contradict any “theory” about me out there. I predict this based on the simple belief that all such “theories” are mere fabrications that ultimately explain nothing except how the mind works in the person who fabricated the “theory”. So by exposing the fabrcation I hope to expose the fabricator to themselves! Only then will they even begin to understand me! (The best psych-doctors are the ones who see me in themselves, or vice versa. But, even they fail catastrophically as soon as they pretend to document, or otherwise articulate, their understanding.)