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      • With fear and trembling, but also with hope and love, we await your foretold return,O Lord.

        Let our Sins and Wickedness be burned from us and through our Pain, let us be cleansed and fit to kneel in the presence of your Glory.
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        I Am The Beast

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        Hour Of The End
        Draw Near
        But We May Not
        Be So Lucky
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      • Ursula Southeil (c. 1488 - 1561), better known as Mother Shipton, was an English soothsayer and prophetess. The first publication of her prophecies, which did not appear until 1641, eighty years after her death, contained a number of mainly regional predictions. Did you speak about the end of the world? It all goes to personal interpretation. One of the most notable editions of her prophecies was published in 1684. It states that she was born in Knaresborough, Yorkshire, in a cave now known as Mother Shipton's Cave, and was reputed to be hideously ugly. The woman who delivered Ursula', spoke of a smell of sulphur and a great crack of thunder as the child came into the world. The baby was born misshapen and huge. Some thought her father was the devil. Her mother gave her up at age two and went to live in a convent for the rest of her life. At age 24 she married Toby Shipton, a local carpenter, near York in 1512 and told fortunes and made predictions throughout her life. They had no children, but she became known as Mother Shipton because of all the people she helped. They lived 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 and is perhaps sometimes embellished a bit. Since 1641 there have been more than 50 different editions of books about her and her prophecies.

        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 farflung 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 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.

        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.

        Poems found on the outer wrapping of 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 dynasty

        A 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 anothers bane
        So I shall not have burned in vain.

        This Poem was found 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.

        It is now generally acknowledged that Mother Shipton was largely a myth, and that many of her prophecies were composed by others after her death, and after the events they predicted. Her prophecies were apparently recorded in a series of diaries but the first published book of her work did not appear until 1641 and the most noted work, by Richard Head, came out in 1684. Head later admitted to inventing almost all Shipton's biographical details.
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      • I do believe that thier are some people that. CAN CONNECT TO THE GREAT COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS OF THE UNIVERSE AND SEE WELL THE PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE.
        They are rare folks though, and not the kind who seek FAME & FORTUNE from it...
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        Total crap as there is no god
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      • 1. This is all bullshit based upon Biblical bullshit.:poo:
        2. The Bible said not to trust stargazers, clairvoyants, fortunetellers etc.:poo:

        If the Bible is true (it isn't) then the prophetess (read "profit-ess") is full of bullshit. If the Bible is a bunch of hymie bullshit (it is) then obviously this is all bullshit. :poo:
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        Ursula Southeil (c. 1488 - 1561), better known as Mother Shipton, was an English soothsayer and prophetess. The first publication of her prophecies, which did not appear until 1641, eighty years after her death, contained a number of mainly regional predictions. Did you speak about the end of the world? It all goes to personal interpretation. One of the most notable editions of her prophecies was published in 1684. It states that she was born in Knaresborough, Yorkshire, in a cave now known as Mother Shipton's Cave, and was reputed to be hideously ugly. The woman who delivered Ursula', spoke of a smell of sulphur and a great crack of thunder as the child came into the world. The baby was born misshapen and huge. Some thought her father was the devil. Her mother gave her up at age two and went to live in a convent for the rest of her life. At age 24 she married Toby Shipton, a local carpenter, near York in 1512 and told fortunes and made predictions throughout her life. They had no children, but she became known as Mother Shipton because of all the people she helped. They lived 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 and is perhaps sometimes embellished a bit. Since 1641 there have been more than 50 different editions of books about her and her prophecies.

        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 farflung 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 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.

        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.

        Poems found on the outer wrapping of 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 dynasty

        A 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 anothers bane
        So I shall not have burned in vain.

        This Poem was found 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.

        It is now generally acknowledged that Mother Shipton was largely a myth, and that many of her prophecies were composed by others after her death, and after the events they predicted. Her prophecies were apparently recorded in a series of diaries but the first published book of her work did not appear until 1641 and the most noted work, by Richard Head, came out in 1684. Head later admitted to inventing almost all Shipton's biographical details.

        "And on these walls so all will noe it,the wit and wisdom of the Shithouse poet?"[tm]
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        THERE, NOW SUCK A BAG O DICK!
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        An old woman had a vision from God in 1968 I saw the time just before the coming of Jesus #1


        YOU TOO FUCK-STICK.
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        1. This is all bullshit based upon Biblical bullshit.:poo:
        2. The Bible said not to trust stargazers, clairvoyants, fortunetellers etc.:poo:

        If the Bible is true (it isn't) then the prophetess (read "profit-ess") is full of bullshit. If the Bible is a bunch of hymie bullshit (it is) then obviously this is all bullshit. :poo:

        Ya seem a lil angry friend...
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        Her prophecies were apparently recorded in a series of diaries but the first published book of her work did not appear until 1641 and the most noted work, by Richard Head, came out in 1684. Head later admitted to inventing almost all Shipton's biographical details.

        I wonder if this "Richard Head" had a nickname. :hmmm:

        :kermit:
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        Ursula Southeil (c. 1488 - 1561), better known as Mother Shipton, was an English soothsayer and prophetess. The first publication of her prophecies, which did not appear until 1641, eighty years after her death, contained a number of mainly regional predictions. Did you speak about the end of the world? It all goes to personal interpretation. One of the most notable editions of her prophecies was published in 1684. It states that she was born in Knaresborough, Yorkshire, in a cave now known as Mother Shipton's Cave, and was reputed to be hideously ugly. The woman who delivered Ursula', spoke of a smell of sulphur and a great crack of thunder as the child came into the world. The baby was born misshapen and huge. Some thought her father was the devil. Her mother gave her up at age two and went to live in a convent for the rest of her life. At age 24 she married Toby Shipton, a local carpenter, near York in 1512 and told fortunes and made predictions throughout her life. They had no children, but she became known as Mother Shipton because of all the people she helped. They lived 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 and is perhaps sometimes embellished a bit. Since 1641 there have been more than 50 different editions of books about her and her prophecies.

        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 farflung 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 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.

        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.

        Poems found on the outer wrapping of 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 dynasty

        A 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 anothers bane
        So I shall not have burned in vain.

        This Poem was found 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.

        It is now generally acknowledged that Mother Shipton was largely a myth, and that many of her prophecies were composed by others after her death, and after the events they predicted. Her prophecies were apparently recorded in a series of diaries but the first published book of her work did not appear until 1641 and the most noted work, by Richard Head, came out in 1684. Head later admitted to inventing almost all Shipton's biographical details.

        "And on these walls so all will noe it,the wit and wisdom of the Shithouse poet?"[tm]

        :snicker:
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      • Russian hacker
      • Re: An old woman had a vision from God in 1968 I saw the time just before the coming of Jesus
        Posted 05/20/2017 03:09 PM - Hide
      • . posted:
        . posted:
        . posted:
        Ursula Southeil (c. 1488 - 1561), better known as Mother Shipton, was an English soothsayer and prophetess. The first publication of her prophecies, which did not appear until 1641, eighty years after her death, contained a number of mainly regional predictions. Did you speak about the end of the world? It all goes to personal interpretation. One of the most notable editions of her prophecies was published in 1684. It states that she was born in Knaresborough, Yorkshire, in a cave now known as Mother Shipton's Cave, and was reputed to be hideously ugly. The woman who delivered Ursula', spoke of a smell of sulphur and a great crack of thunder as the child came into the world. The baby was born misshapen and huge. Some thought her father was the devil. Her mother gave her up at age two and went to live in a convent for the rest of her life. At age 24 she married Toby Shipton, a local carpenter, near York in 1512 and told fortunes and made predictions throughout her life. They had no children, but she became known as Mother Shipton because of all the people she helped. They lived 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 and is perhaps sometimes embellished a bit. Since 1641 there have been more than 50 different editions of books about her and her prophecies.

        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 farflung 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 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.

        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.

        Poems found on the outer wrapping of 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 dynasty

        A 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 anothers bane
        So I shall not have burned in vain.

        This Poem was found 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.

        It is now generally acknowledged that Mother Shipton was largely a myth, and that many of her prophecies were composed by others after her death, and after the events they predicted. Her prophecies were apparently recorded in a series of diaries but the first published book of her work did not appear until 1641 and the most noted work, by Richard Head, came out in 1684. Head later admitted to inventing almost all Shipton's biographical details.

        "And on these walls so all will noe it,the wit and wisdom of the Shithouse poet?"[tm]

        :snicker:

        :facepalm:
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      • Russian hacker
      • Re: An old woman had a vision from God in 1968 I saw the time just before the coming of Jesus
        Posted 05/20/2017 03:20 PM - Hide
      • . posted:
        . posted:
        . posted:
        . posted:
        Ursula Southeil (c. 1488 - 1561), better known as Mother Shipton, was an English soothsayer and prophetess. The first publication of her prophecies, which did not appear until 1641, eighty years after her death, contained a number of mainly regional predictions. Did you speak about the end of the world? It all goes to personal interpretation. One of the most notable editions of her prophecies was published in 1684. It states that she was born in Knaresborough, Yorkshire, in a cave now known as Mother Shipton's Cave, and was reputed to be hideously ugly. The woman who delivered Ursula', spoke of a smell of sulphur and a great crack of thunder as the child came into the world. The baby was born misshapen and huge. Some thought her father was the devil. Her mother gave her up at age two and went to live in a convent for the rest of her life. At age 24 she married Toby Shipton, a local carpenter, near York in 1512 and told fortunes and made predictions throughout her life. They had no children, but she became known as Mother Shipton because of all the people she helped. They lived 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 and is perhaps sometimes embellished a bit. Since 1641 there have been more than 50 different editions of books about her and her prophecies.

        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 farflung 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 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.

        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.

        Poems found on the outer wrapping of 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 dynasty

        A 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 anothers bane
        So I shall not have burned in vain.

        This Poem was found 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.

        It is now generally acknowledged that Mother Shipton was largely a myth, and that many of her prophecies were composed by others after her death, and after the events they predicted. Her prophecies were apparently recorded in a series of diaries but the first published book of her work did not appear until 1641 and the most noted work, by Richard Head, came out in 1684. Head later admitted to inventing almost all Shipton's biographical details.

        "And on these walls so all will noe it,the wit and wisdom of the Shithouse poet?"[tm]

        :snicker:

        :facepalm:

        :fuckyou:
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