The Prophecy of Mother Shipton

Mother Shipton

“Ursula Sontheil reputedly was born in 1488 in Norfolk, England. From an early age she exhibited stunning psychic gifts of foresight and prophecy.

This rare collection of Mother Shipton’s prophecies was published thirty years ago. They were found by a woman who painstakingly transcribed them and managed to smuggle them out of the Mitchell Library, in Sydney, Australia (now the State Library of New South Wales). The originals were kept in a locked room, along with many other volumes of prophetic writings deemed unsuitable for viewing by the general public. In light of recent world events these rare verses from Mother Shipton seem to have prophetic indications for our times, but, of course, are open to interpretation.

In 1559 she published an epic poem for which she would become best known down through the ages. She died in Clifton, Yorkshire, in 1561, five years before Nostradamus.”

I have made my own interpretations for this great prophetic poem by Mother Shipton, however I have intentionally left them out so my readers could interpret her work for themselves and not be influenced by my thoughts. I will add my interpretation in the future, after the majority of my readers have read and thought about the prophecy presented in this poem. ~William de Hewitt


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 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 all 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 verdant 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.

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 bonnie lass,

Shall kick this tome 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 man sweets another’s bain

So I shall not have burned in vain.

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 may not peep

And iron men the tail shall do;

And iron cart and carriage too.

The king 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, ice and death.

An earthquake 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 a 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

In nineteen hundred and twenty-six

Build houses light of straw and sticks.

For then shall mighty wars be planned

And fire and swords 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 the earth shall die.

Mankind will tremble and frightened be

For the six 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 hand

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 to the shore.

And lands will crack and rend anew

Do 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 dragon’s 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



2 Comments Add yours

  1. This same day, 14 August 2016 we spoke about Mother Shipton on Boervolk Radio, we had not seen this posting. We have talked about her in the past as well. Thx and greetings

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    1. I don’t believe in coincidences, Theuns. The Spirit of Mother Shipton got to both of us that day. Her Spirit is evidently alive and well and she used you and I as vessels to spread her message.
      I wonder which prophecy of hers is about to come true? hmmmmmm…



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