Earlier today I found myself in a rather contentious debate with a fellow Christian over the prophecies written by the woman known as Mother Shipton, and so I’ve decided to go ahead and write the piece about her I’ve considering for a while. I do not expect to make any converts in either direction, but instead I wish to put her words, which are very pertinent to today, out there and firmly establish regarding her and her writings.
Mother Shipton was born Ursula Sontheil in 1488 in a cave near a village in north Yorkshire, England. From her birth quite a few of the locals believed that she was a witch and that her father was Satan. From an early age she showed pronounced prophetic ability and alleged psychic powers, which she used to help many of the poor rurals in the area where she grew up. She married a carpenter named Toby Shipton in 1612, but the marriage produced no children. She lived in the small town of Knaresborough, England and died in 1561.
First I want to address the allegations that she was a witch. She was born in a cave, and the young woman who tended her mother during the birth reported a strong smell of sulphur and a crack of thunder during the birth, and that the child was born misshapen and huge. Ursula’s mother gave her up for adoption at the age of two and then went to live in a convent for the rest of her life. Regarding the smell of sulphur, there are many caves throughout the world where you will smell that and other minerals, and the crack of thunder signifies nothing but that it was a stormy day. When her mother gave her up for adoption and entered a convent, that decision could have very easily been economic rather spiritual; remember, most people were dirt poor in those days, and since there was no known father (also not unusual) it would have been hard for a single woman to support and raise a child, and at least entering a convent would have given the mother her “three hots and a cot”. It also should be kept in mind just how superstitious people were back than (yes, worse than they are now!) and that anything out of the norm would be deemed Satanic, especially a woman who lived alone…but wait, she got married, so apparently Old Toby didn’t see too much wrong with her.
Now to get into her prophecies…
During the course of her life Mother Shipton prophesied many events that came later. She predicted the Dissolution of the Monasteries, which happened under Henry VIII between 1536 and 1541, as well as Henry’s victory over the French at the Battle of the Spurs in 1513. She predicted the defeat of the Spanish Armada in 1588, the Great Fire of London in 1666, and her own death in 1561. She also wrote many things about our modern technology and even regarding international politics in the our time. First I will reproduce her writings, and then we will take a look.
“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 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 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 Dragons 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 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 one My body singed 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.
These verses were on the outer wrapping of the scrolls
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 dynastyA dairy maid, a bonny lass Shall kick this stone 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 mans sweets another’s bane So I shall not have burned in vain.
This section was kept apart from the other and it appears to have been written together yet was 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.”
Now, much has been made of the fact that the first printed copies of her writing did not come out until 1641, and that in the 1680s a man named Richard Head confessed to inventing all of her writings, but that does not explain how Mr. Head knew about our modern times.
Read through he words and any objective reader will see so much that describes our present age and the conditions we live – she covered political, spiritual and economic, as well as natural disasters and wars. Much of it describes conditions right now in these End Times.
So read and think…was she right or was she a fake? To me, the evidence says she was right.
Peace and blessings to you all.