Symbolic Jaunt

Is there a maximum degree of symbolism that can be reached from a single perspective? I have noticed that many events of this year feel familiar, in a way that I can only think to describe as symbolically. This is some kind of vague term and relationship becoming more crystallized in my mind as I see the same types of patterns repeating. It feels like this cup has overflowed as well, and instead of just the familiar fields feeling like repeats (reruns, interactions with people I know, games that I have played, etc.), this intertwined effect seems to have spread to everything. I have seen strangers, new shows, nature (birds especially), and even the underlying noise and music of day to day life fall into these same grooves. I feel as though I would have more paranoia regarding the nature of my reality if I had not already gone down those paths at length, but my eyes are still open for the distinctions and patterns that I am noticing.

I am considering this juncture from the perspective of one who is famous and/or wealthy, and it feels as though God's words regarding not being a rich man when entering the kingdom is making more sense. It genuinely feels like things I wrote last year are influencing my experience this year. This could be a result of the distortion of signals from the future, combined with the brazenness to put my thorough thoughts, dreams, and imaginings on paper (digitally speaking), but it also feels as though causality is crumbling to a degree, meaning it is becoming equally as likely that I am controlling things in my environment with my words. The latter is something I tend to shy away from (unless I have a very good reason not to), but it creeps onto the scene regardless. I am just considering that if I were rich and famous, and had influence or money which I could use to reinforce the causality between my thoughts and words into my environment, it would likely be much more difficult to see what is actually going on, and to see it through. 

As is all of these direct logical routes (paying to make a change) have been removed, and yet the "song" plays on. I can only explain this as God working in my life, seemingly to stabilize a ship meant to have sunk long ago, because it is a ship that can actually traverse the path through this storm without sinking. This is still being done without a "hand tipped" scenario occurring, from any externally verifiable position, but the specific miracles/signs I have seen recently are undeniable from my own. It is hard not to grow frustrated in the waiting, but perhaps this delay is a blessing distributed and still carried despite my cries. My desire is defined in such point to point specificity, and these days are largely graded pass/fail; perhaps this precise combination of factors is what has carried this ship through waters teeming with both nonsense and devastation. Time will tell, I see no way in which time could not; I just wish time told today, rather than this long goodbye symbolically threaded through and through and through and...