Out Of The Time-Box, Yet One With It

Synchronous split-streams from the split-screens of my INTP-mind

Nearly twenty-four hours ago…

A 5–7–5–7–7 Tanka

I have a story of courage synchronizing in my con-subcon can stay there and continue to write itself for a while…

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There is a story of courage synchronizing in my con-subcon where it may remain, write and expand itself for a while

But the Universe clearly had other plans as

burst upon the stage and demanded my full attention…

It is now nearly a sun and moon phase later, whose comings and goings are known behind the nor’easter into which I shall soon layer up and leave my well-worn L.L. Bean® duck-boot-prints firstly in and around the now densely snow-covered long-since-safely frozen pond, for which I am as excited to hear the newness crunch-under-foot and mark my superiority as the avid skier lives to hear the powder swoosh while carving their longed-for first-tracks after their prayers are answered with overnight manna from their Heaven…

and I am reminded of an unpublished, free-verse ode to Faulkner, Steinbeck, Nahko, and McLean that I laid down eight or so months ago when my brain was still piecing itself back together after the cataclysmic soul-awakening:

“After a few hours of separate conversations with two of my soulmates namely the could-not-be-more-different-from-each-other-yet-both-are-my-dear-friends sisters JLB [very she ex] and PSB[they/them/queer], I re-read and wouldn’t you know it, best-laid plans oft revised by this man do stray thus the marching band will have to wait a bit longer past halftime but do not fret the air will still smell of sweet perfume and there will not be fists of rage when we take the stage; that’s reserved for the streets which we must eventually not resign to tribal wars fought by small-minded mice fooled by false gods and instead shall be reclaimed by those of US who breathe Life and Love of the true Gods!!”

Now back to the work where I left off yesterday…

I just read a story by a very tuned-in soul, White Feather, which has triggered in me the reaction to a story that initially inspired me to create this publication. As depicted in an image from my story,

my mind initially conceived and described ChannSprirations and Coincidences thusly:

Inspired to write by a post or a story that is not an overt prompt to action? Odds are you’ve answered a call to action from a higher power. Any story of any genre that fits that bill has a home here subject to Medium’s publication and content guidelines.

This is the current description of my and my co-editors’ (Anthi Psomiadou and 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.) publication, which I strive to share with them as a co-creation:

Inspired to write after reading someone’s promptless post? Witness something that stuck with you and connect it to an idea you had since, or maybe before? You may be the unbeknownst recipient of a channeled inspiration. Agnostics welcome — non-believers are great messengers.

So, what did White Feather write that inspired this cascade of synchronicities? I would have to quote so much of his piece, which I have previously been admonished by a member of what GranPa-Festus has dubbed TTYG’s, is considered bad form, so out of an abundance of caution, I simply leave it to you to read his,

and see the synchronicities between his descriptions of prostitution, marriage, and divorce, which all reek of property transactions gone bad, and these words of mine from two pieces (links will be provided at the end of this story) that themselves display quantum entanglement and the ontological nature of time, though written 7 years apart with nothing whatsoever written by me in that interim.

In June I wrote:

In Del Ray [in Sept 2012], I was assigned “home work” that at the time seemed inapt. For that time, it was, but ontologically, it is useful. The most interesting was this assignment: “describe a healthy romantic relationship.” I wrote that each partner should maintain their sense of self; no one should lose who they are to the relationship; it should be a partnership wherein each person maintains their autonomy; kind of like a treaty between, for example, the United States and Canada — contributions and rules are agreed to but each country maintains its sovereignty. This described an interdependent relationship. It is the opposite of codependent; and it precisely describes the Soul Partnership Contracts.

Of Soul Partnership Contracts I wrote in the same piece:

In Heaven some souls have romantic yet platonic love for each other and enter into soul partnerships. It is romantic yet platonic because souls have no ability to have sex. Souls that have this love for each other enter into contracts with each other that define their expectations of each other / required contributions to the relationship. It’s akin to marriage but different in that there is no concept of belonging to another and thus no concept of monogamy — nor do I think there is not-monogamy — I think the concept of not adhering to the contract is the furthest thing from any soul’s mind.

I describe how souls make love:

Making love for souls is sharing with each other the emotion that they feel for each other. It is the ultimate Platonic Love. What does that feel like for me? It’s a warmth all over me. It’s not my usual I-run-so-warm that I need the air-conditioner blasting at all times. It’s not the warmth of temperature. It’s the heat of the most beautiful emotion. It is limitless in intensity, duration and frequency.

Seven years earlier, I had painted these words:

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 this year’s story, 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, 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 now. 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.

Of course, there is a simpler explanation for my having written that in 2013, and for my having described a soul partnership in 2012 when I wrote my description of a healthy relationship — I was completely inspired by my soul — Marcus wrote them. Yes, that’s it. I cannot believe that I only thought of that tonight.

Lindsey is the given name of my lover, whose here-one-nanosecond-gone-the-next accidental death this past March ignited my instantaneous soul awakening. Lindey’s soul, Sitara, and I are Soul Partners in the 4th Dimension and have been and shall be partners and unconditionally in love for eternity.

Time to go lay my aforementioned tracks and recharge my Pineal Gland.

Anthi, please work your title-magic [very well done my cherished friend] and take as much time as you need. Thank you.

Twelve hours later another time-traveling synchronicity to another writer reveals

For several days now I have had a story open in my desktop app that remained unread, until just now. Two weeks ago I started following a poet, Minty Horseradish, after I read,

to which I responded,

I generally like to write poetry more than I like to read it…I am about to click to follow you

because I found her poems not only engaging but also not requiring a decoder ring.

Several days ago this story of hers hit my feed:

Not going to lie — the thought of being aroused by escapades crossed my mind, but of course, the story satisfies a much deeper level of space-time defying intellectual and spiritual connection to mine and White Feather’s stories and inspires this synchronous response from me:

The spiritual fallacy of monogamy is that it is not actually based on healthy interdependent loving relationships — it is based on property and it is based on fear — what Minty Horseradish appropriately related to the scarcity of resources. I read somewhere that monogamy exists so that males with fewer resources will be assured of a mate, because otherwise, assuming a male-dominated wealth system, and polygamy, wealthy men would take up all the female resources. Obviously in a world with equal abilities to earn and take multiple spouses, the same argument for monogamy would anti-spiritually apply to both genders.

In Rama I create,

Marcus