Meeting a Probable Self

by Brenda Cunningham-Chadman

Boredom was always my enemy when I was a child. When I was about 10 years old it was one of those times with nothing to do. I got out a tablet and some paper, and began to draw. I decided on drawing what I wanted to look like when I was all grown up. I drew my short very straight hair as long and curly. I designed the clothes I would wear. I chose the colors carefully to the specific shades. I was very immersed in drawing precisely what I hoped to look like.

As I was drawing, I became aware of a presence in my room. This was not unusual for me. I was often aware of what I called invisible people. However, when I looked up, this time was different, this time I saw something.

I saw what appeared to be a grown woman. She was transparent-like, or perhaps in a mist may describe it better. She looked familiar to me yet, I had no idea who she was. Nor do I remember ever seeing her before. I asked her who she was. She responded explaining that I will see her again in my future and when I do, I will know exactly who she is.

During the visit she explained to me about events to come, and gave me some insight on my parents and siblings, (which turned out to not be one hundred percent correct) then disappeared. I finished up drawing, then went off to do something else, never thinking of the event again.

I was about mid 20’s, and putting clean laundry away when out of the corner of my eye I saw her. I did a double take. It was her! Then I saw I was looking in a mirror. This was absolutely shocking to me. I immediately had to sit down to ponder what was going on. I looked at the clothes I had in my hands, and I remembered my drawings I did then. I looked over into my closet and saw I dressed precisely how I drew out on the paper that one day. The exact shades of colors even. How could this be? Who was she? Was she me? Was it time traveling? Could a futuristic version of me exist in some other time space?

Suddenly I felt movement, like I was being whisked through time. It was just for a split second. I found myself in a room that looked just like the room I had as a child. I saw a young girl of about 10, sitting on her bed drawing on a tablet. Beside me, was the futuristic me. It was like the event was happening all over again. This time I was beside the misted image. It all happened in an instant. Then, I was aware of being back sitting on my bed, with clean laundry in my hands.

Later I realized, my hair was no longer straight, it had become curly just as I had drawn out. It took me months to wrap my mind around that this all really happened and few more months to decide to look into this further. Who was she? I established contact with her once again, she explained to me that she was not me. My choices did effect her. She said she was my creator as I was the creator of many. We are all connected. She had hoped to influence me to choose particular choices. I was free to choose whatever I wished though.

I realized in the original encounter, she was trying to change her present by changing her past (me). And she was wanting me to understand this too. She was learning about this stuff presently, just as I was.