Conference yukon::christian_v7

909.0. "15th Century Prophecy" by CHEFS::PRICE_B (In 1000 years I'll be celebrating) Tue Aug 06 1996 09:37

When my Nan died last year I was allowed to take her notebook which contained 
various christian peoms/hymns/meditations/etc. Amongst them was the following, 
a 15th century prophecy of the 20th century. As you will see, it is incerdibly 
accurate and points to the urgent truth that the end is coming soon and we all 
need to be ready for the return of the King of kings.

I hope and pray it blesses/challenges/encourages you

Love
Ben


Written in 1449 by Mother Shipton who lived in England and was a keen 
discerning student of the Prophecies of the Bible. From her studies she saw 
what was going to happen in the 20th century or in the latter days and wrote 
it in the form of a poem.

                      MOTHER SHIPTONS ORIGINAL PROPHECY
                   
                   And now a word in uncouth rhyme
                   Of what shall be in future time
                   For in those far off wondrous days
                   The women shall adopt a craze
                   To dress like men and trousers wear
                   And cut off all their locks of hair.
                   
                   They'll ride astride with brazen brow
                   As witches do on broomsticks now
                   The love shall die and marriage cease
                   And nations wane as babes decrease
                   Then wives shall fondle cats and dogs
                   And men shall live much the same as hogs
                   
                   A carriage without horse shall go
                   Disaster fill the world with woe
                   In London, Primrose Hill shall be
                   It's centre hold a Bishops See
                   Around the world mens thoughts shall fly
                   Quick as the twinkling of an eye
                   
                   And waters shall great wonders do
                   How strange and yet it shall come true
                   Then upside down the world shall be
                   And gold found at the root of tree
                   Through tow'ring hills proud man shall ride
                   No horse or mule move by his side
                   
                   Beneath the waters man shall walk
                   Shall ride, shall sleep and even talk
                   And in the air men shall be seen
                   In white, in black as well as 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 found in streams and stone
                   In land that is as yet unknown
                   Water and fire shall great wonders do
                   And England shall admit a Jew
                   
                   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!
                   
                   The states will lock in fiercest strife
                   And seek to take each others life
                   When North shall thus divide the South
                   The eagles build in lions mouth
                   Then tax and blood and cruel war
                   Shall come to every humble door
                   
                   Then when the fiercest fight is done
                   England and France shall be as one
                   The British olive will entwine
                   In marriage with the German vine
                   Men shall walk beneath and over streams
                   Fulfilled shall be our strangest dreams
                   
                   All England's sons who 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
                   
                   In nineteen hundred twenty six
                   Build houses light of straw and sticks
                   For then shall mighty wars be planned
                   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 this world, deep drenched in blood shall die
                   
                   But those who live to see all this through
                   In fear and trembling this will 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 shall die and new be born.
                   
                   

	I think the original, written in the 15th century, would tend to
use archaic (not modern) English spelling at least.  That makes me a bit
skeptical right off.