Theos-Talk Archives (August 2006 Message tt00325)

Hi Jake and John,
Found this on the web.
Cass



http://www.dreamscape.com/morgana/helene.htm
  



Mother Shipton (circa 1486-1561) was a legendary English witch and soothsayer, known as the Yorkshire Sibyl. She is supposed to have been born at Dropping Well, Knaresborough, Yorkshire, in about the year 1486. No biographical information concerning her is based upon trustworthy sources. 
 An early account of her life says that she was christened Janet Ursula by the abbot of Beverly. Her surname was reportedly Southill. Her mother, Agatha, was reputed to be a witch. An 18th century biographer described her appearance in these words: "Her stature was larger than common, her body crooked, her face frightful, but her understanding extraordinary." 
 An ancient Scottish chronicle reports that her entrance into the world was attended by "various wonderful presages." 
 "A raven croaked upon the chimney top; an extraordinary noise was heard about the house for several nights before; and a violent storm of thunder and rain was the immediate precursor of her arrival.  "It was also observed that as soon as she was born, she fell a grinning and laughing, after a jeering manner, and immediately the tempest ceased." 
  She is supposed to have married a builder named Tony Shipton in 1512, from whom she took the name by which she has been known to posterity. It is said that Nother Shipton died at Clifton, Yorkshire, in 1561. For a number of years priot to 1839, a wax effigy of the Yorkshire Sibyl stood in Westminster Abbey, along with those of other noted persons. 
 [The above is from: "The Encyclopedia of Prophecy" by Omar V. Garrison] 
 
   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
 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 true.
 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 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 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 the land. 
 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 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 hands
 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
 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 (unreadable) 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 Dragons tail for many year
 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.  
  
 (These verses were on the outer wrapping of scrolls): 
 [The following are reprinted with generous permission: The House of David.] 
 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 bonny 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's sweet's another's bane
 So I shall not have burned in vain. 
 Mother Shipton  
 (Following section was kept in a separate jar.) 
 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 many not peep
 And iron men the tail shall do
 And iron cart and carriage too. 
 The kings 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, and ice and death.
 And earthquakes 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 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.
  [For more on Mother Shipton, visit New Age Online Australia.] 
 
    
 
Prophecies of the King of Agharti For many centuries, the mysterious and mystical tradition of Agharti and its ruler, the King of the World, has existed in Tibet and Mongolia. Agharti is believed by many to be a real world existing under the high plateau in the mountains of Central Asia. It is said to be a series of huge caverns with secret entrances all over the earth. Ancient tribes sometimes entered and have maintained a hidden civilization to this very day. This underground version of Shangri-la still exists, according to belief, and, whenever the King of the World makes prophecies, the birds and animals on the surface suddenly become silent. Hundreds of years ago, the King of the World uttered a prophecy which, counting from the time it was purportedly given, falls, as do so many other predictions, within the latter part of the 20th Century.  "Men will increasingly neglect their souls. The greatest corruption will reign on earth. Men will become like bloodthirsty
 animals, thirsting for the blood of their brothers. The crescent [Islam?] will become obscured, and its followers will descend into lies and perpetual warfare. The crowns of kings will fall. 
 "There will be terrible war between all the earth's peoples; entire nations will die -- hunger, crimes unknown to law, formerly unthinkable to the world. The persecuted will demand the attention of the whole world. The ancient roads will be filled with multitudes going from one place to another. The greatest and most beautiful cities will perish by fire. Families will be dispersed; faith and love will disappear. The world will be emptied. 
 "Within fifty years there will be only three great nations. Then, within fifty years, there will be 18 years of war and cataclysms. Then the peoples of Agharti will leave their subterranean caverns and will appear on the surface of the earth." 
 
   Further Resources  
 Beyond Prophecies and Predictions
by Moira Timms 
 The End Times
by John Van Auken 
 The Millennium Book of Prophecy
by John Hogue 
 Native American Prophecies
by Scott Peterson 
  
 On-Site Articles 
 Titan: Nostradamus 


samblo@cs.com wrote:                                  Jake,
   Well I'm not having a lot of luck finding the Mother Shipton Book so far 
 but I did turn up the below works you may or may not know of:
 
 1. The Prophecies of Saints Colum-Cille, Maeltamlacht, Ultan, Senan, Bearcan, 
 and Malachy 1856 Dublin James Duffy &Co. Ltd.
 
 2. Anton Johanson - The Christian Seer from the Norwegian Finnmark 1940 
 Osterhus Publishing House Minn. USA
 
 3. The Second Book of Acts - Setting forth the Blessed Mary's Teachings about 
 Reincarnation     Discovered and Translated by Kenneth Sylvan Guthrie A.M, 
 Ph.D, M.D.   Distributed by Clarion chandler Cave Junction, Or.
 
 The Mother Shipton Book is here somewhere lol, it may take a while to find, 
 it is a paper edition and small only about 50 pages about 5 x 4 inches.
 
 John 
 
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