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To: shadowman who wrote (2226)	9/13/2001 12:37:31 AM
From: Jack Russell	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 12669

Even if it were authentic, Nostradamus is so vague as to be recognizeable only after the fact. If you want some non-Biblical prophecy that is impressive, look at Mother Shipton's 500-year-old narrative poem: 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.

To: shadowman who wrote (2226)	9/13/2001 12:43:43 AM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 12669

rich man's war rich man's war industrial suites classlines money talks turning language to paper pieces rich man's war freeman society raging and violent insecurities nuclear man and nuclear woman unclear how to act rich man's war pershings cruising europe america russia government of nuclear views industrial allies cutting the world as though they can not see blood flow rich man's war central america bleeding wounds same as palestine and harlem three mile island and el salvador pineridge and belfast rich man's war the poor starving for food starving for land starving for peace starving for real rich man's war attacking human attacking being attacking earth attacking tomorrow rich man's war thinking of always war thinking of always war with machines for ancestors new unborn generations chemical umbilical cords are only wiring in your electrical progress human lives burnt offerings to the god of greed with lies for ancestors there is no truth in some futures rumors of minds feeding next generation souls to the control machine sacrifice ritual for the profit of technology with isolation for ancestors there's only the present bought by the credit of material users forging chains binding you to destruction compliments of your deities the industrial priests no more than neon flash try hiding in neon mass have to face who we really are at some point we have no choice distant star distant light in real world we are human being in shadow of real world we are being human neon mass for neon flash distant thunder distant cloud passions rain drenched in possession what we take is hard to do what we do is hard to take some ones are crazy or maybe we take turns dreaming about some kind of life we say could have been different but it wasn't because we weren't no matter what it turns out the same lot of things we said weren't true industrial stories in an electrical instant neon mass neon flash neon flash thing is nihilistic desires civilized gone insane didn't imagine it turning like this some things start good and go bad some things get bad and stay bad are we caught in between living a lie or not living at all? eliminated choices lost in dreams we let go memories we never got to have something else to think about waking up in industrial society surrounded by angry days going through motions of not being wanting the best but not expecting it surviving paid for in dreams feeling like a world alone serving god with the devil to pay feeling like something in no place what goes on in hell anyway? thing is it has to do with heart we have to understand what hearts are for before we can get back to heaven or paradise or the power in our mind - john trudell