A little background on this book, published in 1989.
On November 22, 2009, we posted a story called Domed City. It was about an hypnotic progression that Renie Wiley, a psychic and friend, did for Rob and I. To recap from that earlier post, I saw myself as a bald woman, living in a domed city. Renie asked me a series of questions about why we were living in domes, why I was bald. It wasn’t a style; it was the result of a genetic shift in the population apparently the result of some sort of catastrophe way back when (no dates given). Now the lucky people lived in domes, the unlucky ones lived outside, eking out an existence in a shattered landscape.
Not long afterward, we ran across Mass Dreams of the Future by Helen Wambaugh and Chet Snow. Dr. Wambaugh , a past-life regressionist for nearly thirty years, began progressing groups of people in their future lives. She progressed more than 2000 people in France and the U.S. to three different time periods – the late 1990s, 2100 and 2300. Three different future scenarios emerged – and one of them was life in the dome.
So I was thinking about this book the other day, looked for it in our library, couldn’t find it, and ordered a used copy. It arrived yesterday and I’m now about halfway through it. What’s especially interesting about the book now, more than 20 years after I first read it, is that Helen used the late 1990s as one of her target eras. As Rob noted, she probably chose that date because of the proximity to the year 2000.
But the 1990s material in the book doesn’t fit that time frame at all. If anything, it fits what is happening in the world now: an inflation in food prices; unusual weather patterns that “wreak havoc on crops and livestock production; a stock market that is no longer a secure investment because “it swings up and down more wildly” than ever before; an intensification in financial crises and bank failures; difficulties with credit cards; increased volcanic activity, more severe earthquakes, both of which “disrupt communications and fan inflationary pressures.” The material also goes into the types of political turmoil that people saw in their progressions, all of which echoes the current political turmoils.
Even though the time frame for these scenarios is wrong, Helen’s statistics are fascinating – and troubling. After each of these progression workshops, Helen had the participants fill out extensive questionnaires about what they experienced and which era they went to – late 1990s, 2100, or 2300 AD. About 6 percent of participants chose 2100 AD while 13 percent chose 2300 AD. In other words, only 20 percent of so of the participants saw themselves living in either of these future time periods. Helen was so puzzled and troubled by these statistics that she asked several colleagues to hold identical workshops. But the statistics were consistent: only 20 percent of participants saw themselves in future lives either of these eras.
In chapter 8, the book discusses “mass dreams” of 2300 A.D. and beyond and one of these scenarios is the domed cities. They are described as “modern, futuristic cites set among rolling hills and verdant fields. Buildings incorporate curved roofs or domes which are translucent.” I didn’t see any rolling hills, but the dome in which I lived was certainly translucent.
Helen was apparently so depressed by her findings – of a severely depopulated planet in the twenty-second century – that she considered not publishing her findings. Fortunately for the rest of us, she overcame her reluctance. So despite the inaccuracies about the late 1990s target date (Nebraska, for instance, is on the west coast), there’s a lot of material in this book that coincides with what Edgar Cayce predicted (his dates were wrong, too) and with what other psychics throughout the centuries have predicted. And if you talk to a Christian about the end times, they say it’s all in the bible.
Chet Snow is still alive. He apparently leads tours to sacred sites around the planet. Right here, you can see a map of what he believes the planet will look like at some point between 1998 and 2012. While I was reading this material tonight, I received a text message from Gypsy, alerting us to a National Geographic special on 2012 and the end of the Mayan calendar. Nice little synchro.
So Rob and I watched it – and nearly turned off the TV when they showed a scientist trekking through woods and brush to get to Chichen Itza. When the site is open to the public, it’s filled with tour buses. The surrounding area looks like a parking lot. The best part of the show was at the end, 16,000 feet in the mountains of Peru, where tropical plants were flash frozen 5,200 years ago, a time frame indicated in various cultures – including the Mayan calendar – for some sort of catastrophic event that changed the global climate and geography.
Skipping around in the book, there was a part about where some of the participants in these progressions saw themselves living in these future eras: Arizona, Louisiana, Mississippi, New England, Utah, Washington state, Oregon, greater NYC, Australia, England, France, Tibet, the shores of the Indian Ocean.An American depicted Manhattan of 2090 as “having no plant life…the tops of the buildings were damaged and there were piles of rubble, stones and pebbles underfoot.” Other descriptions of various areas included a report by a San Francisco man who felt he was living among the ruins of L.A. He could see “islands, perhaps what’s left of California. The weather is strange, with fog and clouds and lots of purple in the sky.”
As I watched the National Geographic special, I kept thinking about the oil in the Gulf of Mexico. Is that the planetary tipping point?
