In 1974, Philip K. Dick wrote a novel called "Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said." He later claimed that following the writing of this book he experienced a series of coincidences that linked the text from the book with real-life. For the sake of expediency, the following is quoted from Wikipedia:
"In his article 'How to Build a Universe That Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later' Dick recounts how in describing an incident at the end of the book (end of chapter 27) to an Episcopalian priest, the priest noted its striking similarity to a scene in the Books of Acts in the Bible. In Dick's book, the police chief, Felix Buckman, meets a black stranger at an all-night gas station, with whom he uncharacteristically makes an emotional connection. First of all he hands the stranger a drawing of a heart pierced by an arrow. He then flies away, but quickly returns and hugs the stranger, after which they strike up a friendly conversation. In the Book of Acts (chapter 8), the disciple Philip meets an Ethiopian eunuch (i.e. a black man) sitting in a chariot to whom he explains a passage from the Book of Isaiah, and then converts him to Christianity.
Dick further notes that a few months after writing the book, he himself uncharacteristically came to the aid of a black stranger who had run out of gas. After giving the man some money and then driving away, he returned to help the man reach a gas station. Dick was then struck by the similarity between this incident and that described in his book (approaching a black stranger, and returning again)."
Dick goes into more detail and speculation regarding this phenomenon in the novel "VALIS." I first came across the topic in the Richard Linklater film "Waking Life," and it has stuck with me ever since.
The "Flow My Tears The Policeman Said" phenomena takes on a particular meaning for me, as I believe I am in a similar situation. Not saying I am as good a writer as Dick, because I'm not, but let me explain:
I wrote a 600-page novel in 2004-2005 when I was bedridden and very ill. I literally had nothing else to do but write this book. The artistic merits of the book itself are questionable. But here's the thing: the book has accurately predicted many events in my life.
That's not bullshit: it really has predicted this stuff. I mean like: the name of the man I am going to marry, specific people I ended up meeting, particular situations in detail, stuff like that.
As such, I began to wonder if the book was meant to be published at all, or was it just some sort of weird prefiguring of the years to come? Was it just a personal guide for myself?
I write this now because I've been continually experiencing a lot of hip pain, to the point where I need to use a cane. At the end of my novel, the main character, who has retired from writing, uses a cane. There are other details surrounding this part of the book and its collarary in real-life that are very striking, but are personal and I won't get into here. Suffice to say: it's really creeping me out, because I feel I am in the exact same position as the main character at the end of my book.
At the very end of the book, the protagonist from her beach house spies a space capsule falling into the sea. She hobbles with her cane out to the beach to inspect it. A figure with a purple "spacesuit" with glyphs written all over it comes out of the capsule, and removes its helmet. The protagonist laughs. The End.
WTF?! Who or what is in the purple spacesuit? Does the protagonist ever write again?
So anyway, as I truly have reached a crossroads in my own life -- including, I guess, "retiring" from writing -- and am not sure what direction to take, the end of my own book greatly interests (and frustrates) me.
I guess I'm going to have to start writing another book.