Prophets have been around since Biblical times, and one I've found pretty interesting is Mother Shipton, not particularly for her prophecies, but because her story is such an interesting one. She lived during the reign of Henry VII and was supposedly born in a cave in England, the daughter of a good English woman, and the devil. She was born grossly misshapen with an enormously large crooked nose, a hunched back, and one leg longer than the other. But she was good and kind and went out of her way to help people, especially with her predictions.
Below are a few of her predictions first published in 1641, eighty years after her death. Make of them what you will.
Carriages without horses shall go,
She obviously got that last bit wrong, buy hey, nobody's perfect.
My New Year's prediction for you is that you will head on over to Carol's Corner and enjoy a plethora of poetry.