To: blam
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 mankinds 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 mankinds 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.
Ursula Shipton (Mother Shipton) - Britain - early 1500s
I cut to the chase, here's the first part of that prophecy:
A carriage without horse shall go;
Disasters fill the world with woe.
In London, Primrose Hill shall be,
Its centre hold a Bishop's See.
Around the world men's 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 towering hill proud men shall ride,
No horse nor ass move at his side.
Beneath the waters men shall walk;
Shall ride, shall sleep and 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 found in stream or stone,
In land that is as yet unknown.
Water and fire shall wonders do,
And England shall admit a Jew.
The Jew that once was held in scorn,
Shall of a Christian then be born. [borne?]
A house of glass shall come to pass
In ENGLAND - but alas!
A war will follow with the work,
Where dwells the pagan and the Turk.
The states will lock in fiercest strife
And seek to take each other's life.
When North shall thus divide South
The 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 lead to play a lovely dance,
Before the people shall be free.
The tyrant rulers shall she see.
Three rulers in succession be,
Each sprang from different dynasty.
Then, when fiercest fight is done
England and France shall be as one.
The British olive next shall twine
In marriage with the German vine.
Men walk beneath and over streams
Fulfilled shall be our strangest dreams.
All England's sons that plough the land -
Shall oft be seen with Book in hand.
The poor shall then True Wisdom know
And waters, wind, where corn did grow.
Great houses stand in farflung vale,
All covered o'er with snow and hail.
And now a word in uncouth rhyme
Of what shall be in future time,
For in the wondrous far off days,
The women shall adopt a craze
To dress like men and trousers wear
And cut off their lovely locks of hair.
They'll ride astride with brazen brow
As witches on a broomstick now
Then love shall die and marriage cease,
And nations wane as babies decrease. =
The wives shall fondle cats and dogs
And men live much the same as hogs.
In nineteen-hundred twentysix
Build houses light of straw and sticks,
And roaring monsters with man atop
Do seem to eat the verdant crop.
And men shall fly as birds do now,
And give away the horse and plough.
When pictures live with movements free,
When boats like fishes swim the sea,
When men like birds shall scour the sky
Then half the world, blood drenched shall die.
For then shall mighty war be planned
and fire and sword sweep the land.
But those who live the century through
In fear and trembling this will do;
Flee to the mountains and the dens
To bog and forest and wild fens
For storms shall rage and oceans roar,
when Gabriel stands on sea and shore
And when he blows his horn
Old worlds shall die and new be born.
A fiery dragon will cross...
I don't know if you're into that. I think it's interesting when they show some accuracy. Your article was a good article. There is all kinds of cyclic events that affect man's existence, it appears. The 536 A.D. event may have contibuted to the barbarian migrations and their success in overrunning the indigenous peoples.
71 posted on
07/15/2002 3:41:04 PM PDT by
#3Fan
To: #3Fan
"The 536 A.D. event may have contibuted to the barbarian migrations and their success in overrunning the indigenous peoples." No doubt. It got real cold up north.
82 posted on
07/15/2002 4:40:25 PM PDT by
blam
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