Mother Shipton

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Mother Shipton

    Mother Shipton, often called the "Yorkshire Sybil," was actually born in a cave in Knaresborough, Yorkshire, England in 1488.  Her maiden name was Ursula Sontheil, but she later married a sailor named Tony Shipton and became known as Mother Shipton.  Mother Shipton was a kindly old woman who claimed to possess the gift of prophecy.  The only records we have today of her prophecies consists of a pamphlet published in 1641 and a biography of her life written shortly after the Great Fire of London in 1666 (which she was known to have successfully predicted).  Her prophecies attracted much attention in her time and she even became known to the royal family.  Another pamphlet on her prophecies was published in 1686.

   Her prophecies are nothing short of amazing.  She describes many modern technological marvels such as the Internet, automobiles, submarines, sea-going vessels, agricultural crop harvesters, movies, and many other modern achievements not even dreamed of 500 years ago.  She chronicles an earthly apocalypse followed by a new Golden Age for its few survivors.  Due much to the ignorance of the times, Mother Shipton's prophecies were mostly ignored by her contemporaries.  She made note within her prophecies of her final fate of being burned as a witch, and that was indeed her ultimate fate.





And now a word in uncouth rhyme,

  Of what shall be in future time.

Then upside down the world shall be,

  And gold found at the root of tree.

All England's sons that plough the land,

  Shall oft be seen with book in hand.

(The poor shall now great wisdom know.)

Great houses stand in far flung vale,

  All covered o'er with snow and hail.

A carriage without horse will go,

  And disaster fill the world with woe.

In London Primrose Hill shall be,

  And center hold a Bishop's See.

Around the world men's thoughts shall fly,

  Quick as the twinkling of an eye.

And water shall great wonders do,

  How strange, and yet it shall come true.

Through towering hills, proud men shall ride,

  No horse or ass ride by their side.

Beneath the water men shall walk,

  Shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk.

And in the air men shall be seen,

  In white and black, and even green.

A great man then shall come and go,

  For prophecy declares it so.

In water, iron then shall float.

  As easy as a wooden boat.

Gold shall be seen in stream and stone,

  In land that is as yet unknown.

And England shall admit a Jew,

  You think it strange, but it is true.

The Jew that once was held in scorn,

  Shall of a Christian then be born.

A house of glass shall come to pass,

  In England, but alas, alas,

A war will follow with the work,

  Where dwells the pagan and the Turk.

These states will lock in fiercest strife,

  And seek to take each other's life.

When North shall thus divide the South,

  And eagle build in lion's mouth.

Then tax and blood and cruel war,

  Shall come to every humble door.

Three times shall lovely sunny France,

  Be led to play a bloody dance.

Before the people shall be free,

  Three tyrant rulers shall she see.

Three rulers in succession be,

  Each springs from different dynasty.

Then when the fiercest strife is done,

  England and France shall be as one.

The British olive shall next then twine,

  In marriage with a German vine.

Men walk beneath and over streams,

  Fulfilled shall be their wondrous dreams.

For in those wondrous far off days,

  The women shall adopt a craze,

To dress like men and trousers wear,

  And crop off all their locks of hair.

They'll ride astride with brazen brow,

  As witches do on broomsticks now.

And roaring monsters with men atop,

  Do seem to eat the verdant crop.

And men shall fly as birds do now,

  And give away the horse and plow.

There'll be a sign for all to see,

  Be sure that it for certain be.

Then love shall die and marriage cease,

  And nations wane as babes decrease.

And wives shall fondle cats and dogs,

  And men live much the same as hogs.

I know I go, I know I'm free,

  I know that this will come to be.

Secreted this,

  For this will be found by later dynasty.

A dairy maid, a bonnie lass,

  Shall kick this tome as she does pass.

And five generations she shall breed,

  Before one male child does learn to read.

This is then held year by year,

  Till an iron monster trembling fear,

Eats parchment, words and quill and ink,

  And mankind is given time to think.

And only when this comes to be,

  Will mankind read this prophecy.

But one man sweets another's bain,

  So I shall not have burned in vain.

The signs will be there for all to read,

  When man shall do most heinous deed.

Man will ruin kinder lives,

  By taking them as to their wives.

And murder foul and brutal deed,

  When man will only think of greed.

And man shall walk as if asleep,

  He does not look, he may not peep,

And iron men the tail shall do,

  And iron cart and carriage too.

The king shall false promise make,

  And talk just for talking's sake.

And nations plan horrific war,

  The like as never seen before.

And taxes rise and lively down,

  And nations wear perpetual frown.

Yet greater sign there be to see,

  As man nears latter century.

Three sleeping mountains gather breath,

  And spew out mud, ice and death.

An earthquake swallow town and town,

  In lands as yet to me unknown.

And Christian one fights Christian two,

  And nations sigh, yet nothing do.

And yellow men great power gain,

  From a mighty bear with whom they've lain.

These mighty tyrants will fail to do,

  They fail to split the world in two.

But from their acts a danger bred,

  An ague, leaving many dead.

And physics find no remedy,

  For this is worse than leprosy.

Oh many signs for all to see,

  The truth of this true prophecy.

In nineteen hundred twenty six,

  Build houses light of straw and sticks.

For then shall mighty wars be planned,

  And fire and sword shall sweep the land.

When pictures seem alive with movements free,

  When boats like fishes swim 'neath the sea.

When men like birds shall scour the sky,

  Then half the world, deep drenched in blood, shall die.

For those who live the century through,

  In fear and trembling this shall do.

Flee to the mountains and the dens,

  To bog and forest and wild fens.

For storms shall rage and oceans roar,

  When Gabriel stands on sea and shore.

And as he blows his wondrous horn,

  Old worlds will die and new be born.

A fiery dragon shall cross the sky,

  Six times before the earth shall die.

Mankind will tremble and frightened be,

  For the sixth heralds in this prophecy.

For seven days and seven nights,

  Man will watch this awesome sight.

The tides will rise beyond their ken,

  To bite away the shores and then

The mountains will begin to roar,

  And earthquakes split the plain to shore.

And flooding waters rushing in,

  Will flood the lands with such a din,

That mankind cowers in muddy fen,

  And snarls about his fellow men.

He bares his teeth and fights and kills,

  And secrets food in secret hills.

And ugly in his fear he lies,

  To kill marauders thieves and spies.

Man flees in terror from the floods,

  And kills and rapes and lies in blood.

And spilling blood by mankind's hand,

  Will stain and bitter many lands.

And when the dragon's tail is gone,

  Man forgets and smiles and carries on,

To apply himself too late, too late,

  For mankind has earned deserved fate.

His masked smile, his false grandeur,

  Will serve the gods their anger stir.

And they will send the dragon back,

  To light the sky, his tail will crack.

Upon the earth and rend the earth,

  And man shall flee, king, lord and serf.

But slowly they are routed out,

  To seek diminishing water spout.

And men will die of thirst before,

  The oceans rise to mount the shore.

And lands will crack and rend anew,

  Do you think it strange? It will come true.

And in some far off distant land,

  Some men, oh such a tiny band,

Will have to leave their solid mount,

  And span the earth those few to count.

Who survives this will gather up those men,

  And then begin the human race again.

But not on land already there,

  But on ocean beds stark, dry and bare.

Not every soul on earth will die,

  As the dragon's tail goes sweeping by.

Not every land on earth will sink,

  But these will wallow in stench and stink.

Of rotting bodies of beast and man,

  Of vegetation crisped on land.

But the land that rises from the sea,

  Will be dry and clean and soft and free.

Of mankind's dirt and therefore be,

  The source of man's new dynasty.

And those that live will ever fear,

  The dragon's tail for many years.

But time erases memory,

  You think it strange, but it will be.

And before the race is built anew,

  A silver serpent comes to view.

And spew out men of like unknown,

  To mingle with the earth now grown

Cold from its heat, and these men can

  Enlighten the minds of future man.

To intermingle and show them how,

  To live and love and thus endow

The children with the second sight,

  A natural thing so that they might

Grow graceful, humble, and when they do,

  The golden age will start anew.

The dragon's tail is but a sign,

  Of mankind's fall and man's decline.


   Mother Shipton became famous in her own time, but the accuracy of her predictions brought her into conflict with the Catholic Church and also the government.  For then, as now, most people were busily pursuing their carnal interests and wasting away in poverty and ignorance.  As Yorkshire Sybil, Mother Shipton accurately predicted her own fate of being burned at the stake.


And before this prophecy is done,

  I shall be burned at the stake at one.

My body singed and my soul set free,

  You think It utter blasphemy.

But you're wrong, these things have come to me,

  This prophecy will come to be!



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