Mother Shipton's Prophecies and The End of Time

Mother Shipton was born in 1488 in a cave near Knaresborouh, North Yorkshire. Her mother, Agatha was unmarried and only fifteen teen years old. Mother Shipton's Christian name was, Ursula Sontheil. She has an unsightly appearance with a long face, long nose, and warts. Many claimed she looked like a witch. She married Toby Shipton, a carpenter when she was in her twenties. They never had any children. There are conflicting stories about Mother Shipton's life most of which have fallen into legend.
• When her prophesy concerning Cardinal Wolsey was fulfilled, people started to have some belief in her prophecies. She predicted that Cardinal Wolsey would never see York. On his way to York he had to return and stand trial for treason.
• She predicted was the death of Mary, Queen of Scots.
Future Prophecies
Carriages without horses shall go,
And accidents fill the world with woe.
Around the world thoughts shall fly
In the twinkling of an eye....
Under water men shall walk,
Shall ride, shall sleep and talk;
In the air men shall be seen,
In white, in black and in green....
Iron in the water shall float,
As easy as a wooden boat.”
Even though a number of her prophecies came true, she will always be remembered for:
“The world to an end shall come, In eighteen hundred and eighty one.”
Future Prophecies for the End of the World
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.
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 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.

• Her most famous prediction was her own death in 1561. Mother Shipton never wrote down her prophesies, which has opened the door to contradictions of the dates and times. Richard Head a struggling writer had them published them in 1684. This left many people to doubt on the existence of Mother Shipton. Even though her existence may come into question, what explains the prophecies that have come true?