posted on Jul, 7 2010 @ 09:08 AM
MOTHER SHIPTON PROPHECIES
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 farflung vale All covered o'er with snow and hail
A carriage without horse will go Disaster fill the world with woe. In London, Primrose Hill shall be In centre hold a Bishop's See
Around the world men's thoughts will fly Quick as the twinkling of an eye. And water shall great wonders do How strange. And yet it shall come
Through towering hills proud men shall ride No horse or ass move by his 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 yet unknown.
And England shall admit a Jew You think this strange, but it is true The Jew that once ws 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 others life. When North shall thus divide the south And Eagle build in Lions 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
For in those wondrous far off days The women shall adopt a craze To dress like men, and trousers wear And to cut off their locks of hair They'll
ride astride with brazen brow As witches do on broomstick now.
And roaring monsters with man atop Does seem to eat the verdant crop And men shall fly as birds do now And give away the horse and plough.
There'll be a sign for all to see Be sure that it will 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.
In nineteen hundred and twenty six Build houses light of straw and sticks. For then shall mighty wars be planned And fire and sword shall sweep
When pictures seem alive with movements free When boats like fishes swim beneath 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 will rage and oceans roar When Gabriel stands on sea and shore And as he blows his wondrous horn Old worlds die and new be born.
A fiery dragon will cross the sky Six times before this earth shall die Mankind will tremble and frightened be for the sixth heralds in this
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.
To be continued....