I'n not sure that this is a similar experience but I had an experience that led me to write:
"I believe that such resulted from today’s experiences leaking thru whatever separates all the points in time that exist simultaneously and influencing what I wrote in December 2013."
In December 2013, my first ever piece of self expository writing that I called a self portrait in essay form, https://medium.com/p/7bdac6f1510e, which covered everything from substance abuse, the beginning of my spiritual journey, my episodic depression, my close friend's suicide and how talking to his soul years later saved me from being ruined by that depression, and lighter topics like favorite lyrics and food, and the both light and heavy topic of love, included this passage:
"Perhaps because I am not driven by sex, but by connection, is also why I am capable of platonic love of a woman. It seems that most people do not believe that such can exist because they are not capable of it. For me, the choice between no relationship because for whatever one or many reasons romance is not in the cards, or having that person in my life and deriving shared spiritual pleasure from each other’s non-romantic intimacy and company and connection, is a no-brainer in favor of the latter."
In an essay written a couple of years ago, I made the following space-time-defying connection between the essays:
"I thought I wrote those words about a girl with whom I had developed a very close friendship in the Fall of 2013. Yet, upon reflection recently, what I wrote was way beyond Justine’s and my relationship. When I pulled the 2013 portrait out of the moth balls of my mind back in April [2020], I realized that 6 ½ years ago, 5 ½ years before meeting Lindsey, I was writing about Lindsey/Sitara. It’s fucking absurd how spot-on that prose describes [my loving relationship with her departed spirit]. At the very least this is what I have coined a directional-reflective coincidence. I believe that such resulted from today’s experiences leaking thru whatever separates all the points in time that exist simultaneously and influencing what I wrote in December 2013. Perhaps; or perhaps it’s just my art and my life converging (not an original thought).
It’s the words 'deriving shared spiritual pleasure from each other’s non-romantic intimacy' that seal this deal for me. You may chalk it up to I’m simply a good writer who embellished with flowery language. I do not discount that possibility. I’ll take the compliment. I do remember thinking at the time 'whoa that’s a bit over the top, but I fucking like it.' In the context though of all that has happened these past three months, much of which is not in this paper and won’t be because it’s already going to be too long, I’ll go with my hypothesis any day."
