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A carriage without horse will go,
disaster fill the world with woe.
In London, Primrose Hill shall be
In center hold a bishops sea.
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, 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,
Do you think this strange, but it is true.
The Jew that once was led 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
an 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 broomsticks now.And roaring monsters with men atop,
does seem to eat the verdent crop.
And men shall fly as birds do now,
and give away the horse and plow.They’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.As a child I used to help my grandad sell programnes at the entrance to the well and cave
Maybe thats why I found her fascinatingMother Shipton’s Prophecies
Mother Shipton was born Ursula Sontheil in 1488 in a cave beside the river Nidd in North Yorkshire, England. Close by was an ancient well with supposeded mystical powers.
The Famous Petrifying Well
The woman who came to tend to her 15 years old mother, Agatha, spoke of a smell of sulphur and a great crack of thunder as the child came into the world. The baby was born mishapen and huge. Some thought her father was the devil. Her mother gave her up at age two and supposedly went to live in a convent for the rest of her life.
Mother Shipton exhibited prophetic and psychic abilities from an early age. Many feared her and her powers mystical powers, which she always used to help people.
She wrote her prophecies about events to come in the form of poems.
She lived in the time of Henry VIII of England predicted his victory over France in 1513 –“Battle of the Spurs”. She prophesized the Dissolution of the Monasteries. This led to the redistribution of the wealth and land held by the monasteries to the emerging middle class and the existing noble families.
At 24 she married Toby Shipton, a carpenter. They had no children. She eventually became known as Mother Shipton a woman helped many people.
Her home town was in Knaresborough England. Her power to see into the future made her well known not only in her home town but throughout England.
Her legend was passed on through oral traditions sometimes embellished a bit. Since 1641 there have been more than 50 different editions of books about her and her propheices.
Many of her visions came true within her own lifetime and in subsequent centuries.
Mother Shipton predicted important historical events many years ahead of their time – the Great Fire of London in 1666, the defeat of the Spanish Armada in 1588 – as well as the advent of modern technology. She even forecast her own death in 1561. Today her prophecies are still proving uncannily accurate.
She wrote her prophecies like poems.
She died in 1561.
Is this gossip?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
post it eslewhere from now on !!!!!!
OK DOA Sir
PML
that was a bit boring wasn’t it
(goes back to drawing boards and stays there) #-o
you tell em i’ll illustrate
@bon bon wrote:
PML
that was a bit boring wasn’t it
(goes back to drawing boards and stays there) #-o
Its not boring at all !!! A kind of English female Nostradamus.. I love it. Where are the poems? Oh doh! damn I am a numpty sometimes.
as an aside
Portsmouth pub which featured on Britains roughest
@dead_on_arrvial wrote:
Is this gossip?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
post it eslewhere from now on !!!!!!
It’s gossip, but in form of a poem.. :P
Know that Lucky, she’s ever so Mucky.. I was walking down the street, and she was gobbling Pete.. :shock:
oooooo bet that out a smile on yer face pete lol
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