The omens are good for this two-day conference on Fate and Prophecy in Legend and Tradition, to be held at St. John’s Church Hall, Knaresborough HG5 9AF, in Mother Shipton’s home town. Whether you’re into Norns or Nostradamus, Armageddon or astrology, we’d like to hear from you. Contributions are welcome on scrying, lucky signs, prophecies, precognitive dreams, swirling teacups, foretelling tempests, the promise of blessings and the fulfilment of curses. Anyone can join us – folklorists, theologians, fortune-tellers, sages and storytellers. Presentations, which should be 20 minutes long, can take the form of talks, performances, or film. For more information, see https://folklore-society.com/. The conference fee is £30 for speakers, £60 for others attending.
When the tree withers in my mother’s garden, know that the end is nigh and seven signs before Doomsday will darken the obsidian mirror. The third age of the spirit watches in the church porch, a Sunday’s child gifted with second sight, fine before seven. I saw a dead man win a fight whose dragons had grown white and red on the mead of prophecy. He that is born to be hanged, let him sow hempseed till a threefold death cuts the thin-spun life. Weave the warp and weave the weft! The clock stopped, never to go again, when a lying spirit entered the prophets. Stalks of yarrow divide the elect from the reprobate: tinker, tailor, tealeaves. Don’t go down the mine, daddy, for the time is come but not the man. The stars impel a red sky at night but do not compel the great king of terror. There are those who shall not taste death before the bad fairy is left out of the christening with three laughs: cast the runes on the Ides of March, my merry young men, for you’ll not see your crystal balls again. This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I live before his time.
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