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Mother Shipton's Complete Prophecies

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):

from The House of David, with Permission

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.

THE LAST PROPHECY

In nineteen hundred and twenty-six build houses light of straw and sticks. For then shall mighty wars be planned and fire and swords 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 the earth shall die. Mankind will tremble and frightened be for the six 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 hill 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 to 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 (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 mankinds dirt and therefore be, the source of man's new dynasty. and those that live will ever fear the dragon's 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.

The dragon's tail is but a sign for mankind's fall and man's decline. and before this prophecy is done I shall be burned at the stake, at l My body cinged and my soul set free You think I utter blasphemy you're wrong. These things have come to me this prophecy will come to be.


FOOTNOTE: More About Mother Shipton


Source: Selections from the Chapter 'The Devil's Own' in 'Fire Burn' by Ken Radford


It is recorded that during the reign of Henry VII 'in the year of our Lord fourtenn hundred eighty and six', there lived in the village of Knaresborough among the Yorkshire moors an orphaned girl who was barely sixteen years old. She is remembered as Agatha Southeil.

Agatha was a dreamer who roamed among the whins and fells, with nothing but paltry relief from the parish and the food she begged to keep her from starvation and a pauper's grave.

One evening, as she wandered beyond her shack on the moors, she came upon a stranger who was dressed in the cloak and hat as worn by a gentleman. She had not noticed him approach along the path, perhaps because her eyes were lowered as she sat for a shile upon a rock weeping quietly, wondering whether once more she would go hungry to her bed.

Seeing her alone and troubled, the stranger cam close. Why should one so young and attractive be sad, he wondered. He bent down, burshing a tear from her cheek. His touch was as cold as a churchyard tomb. And when she looked up with a start his eyes held her spellbound in their fiery gaze. She was not to know that is was the Prince of Darkness, the Devil himself, who hid behind the guise of a handsome young man.

'Dry your tears,' said the stranger, and promised that if she were to put her trust in him her fortune would change. There would be no more poverty and despair, and riches would be her reward.

(For a long time he stayed with her, charming her, then vanished as mysteriously as he came. She wondered if it had all been a dream, but in the morning found coins of copper and gold he left for her.)

In the days that followed, the Devil came many times to visit Agatha, aways in the guise of a young gentleman with a winsome smile and somniferous eyes. His charm and charisma won her affection, and presently he became her first love, arousing unknown passion in her heart. Once he came to her miserable dwelling and carried her off on a stallion as black and swift as a storm cloud. Far away they rode, over hills and dales with a thundering of hoofs and the rushing of wind, until a magnificant house came in sight, its windows all aglow. Servants prepared a feast for their master and his guest. There was wine and music and splendour such as Agatha had never imagined. The world lay at her feet, she was promised, now that she was the Devil's lover. Only he could ransack earth's treasures, stir thunder and lightning, and lavish upon her powers beyond her dreams, with which she could trouble and maim whomever she pleased, plague young and old with fearful nightmares and unveil what lay in the future as readily as she remembered events of the past.

Whe the feasting was over and Agatha's thoughts reeled with wine and promises of fortune to come, the lamps were dimmed. At the Devil's invitation she recited the words of some strange incantation. Whereupon the vaulted roof of heaven swirled and rumbled. The house and all around her vanished as she seemed to tumble through a pool of darkness until she awakened, bewildered, to find herself wandering the morrs in the moonlight near her shack.

Therafter, a wild glint showed in Agatha's eyes. Her face was pale and drawn, with none of the freshness of her youth.

(The fearful villages came to believe she was bewitched and Agatha took revenge on all who came to taunt her).

Accounts of the young witch's mischief were brought to the attention of the Justices who dispatched their stoutest bailiffs to apprehend her. Undaunted by the squawking of crows and the hissing of serpents that stood vigil at the door, they went inside and dragged her away.

During her inquisition and medical examination it was discovered that Agatha was with child. But the father of her baby was not mortal whit, she protested. He was a prince whose mastery knew no bounds, who held dominion over man and beast and breathed fear into their hearts.

Concluding that she was just an ignorant wench, mentally and emotionally unstable and easily seduced, the Justices paid no attention to such hysterical rambling and set her free - a compassionate verdict at a time when heresy was so cruelly punished.

But the villagers were less indulgent, continuing to persecute the girl mercilessly. Tormented by dogs and stones and bitter tongues, she was at last driven from her shack and forced to seek shelter on the moors.

the span of forty weeks expired, and the birth of her child spelled the end of Agatha Southeil's miserable life, barely had she reaved the age of seventeen. It is said that her death was attended by a howling wind which drowned the screams taht echoed in the cavern where she lay.

Close to her body they discovered a newborn female of grotesque shape. Its head was disproportionately large, with goggling eyes that burned like fire. Its cheeks were shrunken, and the mouth bore a clearly defined impression of teeth, with the upper canines protruding like the tusks of a young wild boar. Misshapen limbs joined the body as though screwed together piece by piece. Those who found the child turned their eyes in revulsion.

With no mother to watch over it, the foundling became a ward of the parish and was placed in the care of a kindly woman who gave it the name Ursula.

a stranger child she had never known. It ate greedily and slept for only a few house each day, lying awake through the night to stare into the darkness. She told how, sometimes when the night was calm, curtains stirred, doors slammed, and shutters swung wildly on the hinges. Once, when the infant was left lying in its crib, the woman returned to find her home ransacked. Windows were shattered, buring embers were strewn in the hearth, furniture was broken and upturned. Distressed, she ran to her neighbours who were afraid to cross the threashold, repelled by a fierce hissing and wailing as though wild cats were crouching behind the door waiting to spring at them.

Anxious for the safety of the child, the foster mother ventured inside. But the infant Ursula was nowhere to be seen. 'Some evil goblin has spirited the baby away!' she cried.

Every nook and cranny was searched, until the infant and crib were found wedged in the chimney.

As Ursula grew, so did her deformity and unnatural temper. She bitterly resented reproach and bared her teeth menacingly whenever she was chastized. It seemed that never a day went by when she was not attended by her father, the Devil, who lurked about the home of her guardian, appearing sometimes as a large dog with baleful eyes; other times making his presence felt with a cacophony of weird sounds and fearful happenings. The walls and floor would tremble and pulsate like heartbeats growing louder. The food on their plates would turn to mould. Crockery was flung about the room as though by a raging poltergeist. Invisible hands clawed and scratched at the foster mother, tearing her clothes from her back and laying icy fingers upon her flesh.

But always the bedevilled Ursula would only chuckle. 'Why,' she would say, 'don't be fright. There's nowt here to harm you and me.'

The foster mother was a simple, God-fearing soul, who lived in fear of the unknown. In despair she pleaded with the parish to take the child away, and at length her appeals were answered. It was then that Ursula was taken into their care, and being now of age, she was put to school where she might be taught to read and write.

The schoolmistress wondered at the imagination and speed of learning of a child blessed with none of the naivety and affection of her sex and tender years. Jealous of her scholarly success, other pupils mocked Ursula's misshapen appearance, but none escaped her vengeance. The tormentors were pinched or burned and stripped of their clothing when no one was near. At times. they were struck dumb for an hour or more, their lips and tongues swollen by some mysterious affliction.

As their schooldays passed, children learned to fear the young witch who could summon demons and plague them with nightmares. Parents grew angry when they were told of her spite and wickedness. And so it came about that she was excluded from the school and from the care of the parish, and left to fend for herself, with neither kin nor home she could call her own.

The years wore on. Now a young woman, Ursula earned the reputation of a soothsayer with remarkable understanding and foresight. Although she uttered her prophesies in strange riddles, people came from near and far to consult the Knowing One of Knaresborough. The old asked that she spell some word of the herafter; the young wondered whether their love was true and what fortune was hidden in the future.

It is recorded that in the year 1512 Ursula married a man called Toby Shipton, although history remembers nothing of him. Thereafter, she was known as Mother Shipton and her reputation spread to distant counties. She was revered as a fortune teller, and by virtue of her forbidding appearance, feared as a witch.

A chronicle of prophesies is attributed to Mother Shipton. It is said that with uncanny accuracy she foretold the end of Cardinal Wolsey; the deaths and accessions of kings and queens of England; wars and historic events during their reigns. In those days of primitive transportation, she foresaw a time 'when carriages without horses run...' and when sailing craft were at the mercy of the seas it was written:
Iron in the water shall float
As easily as a wooden boat.

When education was reserved for the privileged few, and common folk lived their lives in ignorance, Mother Shipton's vision shone into the invisible:

All England's sons that plough the land
Shall be seen with book in hand.
Learning shall so ebb and flow;
The poor shall more wisdom know.

Who but she could have forewarned that during the seventeenth century London would be stricken with plague and ravaged by flames. Pepys' diary of October 1666, describing the great fire of London, records that Shipton's prophesy is out':

Triumphant death rides London through,
And men on top of houses go ...

It is as well for our forbears that some events were clouded in her crystal ball, for once she wrote:

Tis world to an end shall come
In eighteen hundred and eighty-one.

History bookds are silent regarding the life of Mother Shipton, but the whispers of local legend have much to relate. It is likely that some stories are imagined, since we are told that she was born in 1486, while other accounts tell of her death in 1651! yet it is commonly believed that long ago, near the Dropping Well at Knaresborough, there lived a sibyl remembered as a witch and fortune teller.

[For more on Mother Shipton, visit New Age Online Australia.]


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