The Collapse of Mankind - Shocking Revelations in Ancient Prophecies! You Won't Believe What They Predicted! (And Maybe You Shouldn't)

In the dimly lit corridors of Europe's shadowy past, amidst the swirling mists of mysticism and madness, lie the cryptic enigmas of prophetic writings. To traverse these murky waters, one must embark on a voyage through the annals of time, where seers and sages peered into the abyss and returned with visions that rattled the very foundations of reality.

In this kaleidoscope of clairvoyance, one figure looms large, a spectral presence haunting the recesses of medieval lore: Merlin, the enigmatic wizard of Arthurian legend. Born of a union between a mortal woman and an otherworldly entity, Merlin emerged from the primordial chaos as a harbinger of destiny. His famed prophecies cast a spell of intrigue upon the minds of kings and commoners alike.

From them shall the stars turn away their faces, and confound their usual course. Corn will wither at their malign aspects; and there shall fall no dew from heaven. The roots and branches will change their places, and the novelty of the thing shall pass for a miracle. The brightness of the sun shall fade at the amber of Mercury, and horror shall seize the beholders. Stilbon of Arcadia shall change his shield; the helmet of Mars shall call Venus. The helmet of Mars shall make a shadow; and the rage of Mercury pass his bounds. Iron Orion shall unsheath his sword: the marine Phœbus shall torment the clouds; Jupiter shall go out of his lawful paths; and Venus forsake her stated lines. The malignity of the star Saturn shall fall down in rain, and slay mankind with a crooked sickle. The twelve houses of the star shall lament the irregular excursions of their guests; and Gemini omit their usual embraces, and call the urn to the fountains. The scales of Libra shall hang obliquely, till Aries puts his crooked horns under them. The tail of Scorpio shall produce lightning, and Cancer quarrel with the Sun. Virgo shall mount upon the back of Sagittarius, and darken her virgin flowers. The chariot of the Moon shall disorder the zodiac, and the Pleiades break forth into weeping. No offices of Janus shall hereafter return, but his gate being shut shall lie hid in the chinks of Ariadne. The seas shall rise up in the twinkling of an eye, and the dust of the ancients shall be restored. The winds shall fight together with a dreadful blast, and their sound shall reach the stars.

Merlin's complete prophecy as reported by Geoffrey of Monmouth, and translated into English, can be found here.

But Merlin was not alone in his prophetic endeavors. Across the misty moors of Scotland, another seer rose to prominence, his name whispered in hushed tones by those who sought insight into the mysteries of the cosmos. Thomas of Erceldoune, known also as Thomas the Rhymer, wandered the verdant hillsides, his gaze piercing the veil that shrouded the future. It was said that he had gained his powers after a Fairy Queen carried him away to the underworld, much like the poet Tannhäuser. Songs were written about it. 

In the twilight of the Middle Ages, Thomas spun tales of wonder and woe, his words seemingly imbued with a strange and otherworldly power. You can read his prophecies here, in the original tongue.

Whenne shal this be? Nouther in thine tyme ne in myne. 

Ah comen and gon with-inne twenty wynter ant on.

As the wheel of time turned and the Renaissance dawned upon Europe, a new prophet emerged from the mists of obscurity, his name destined to be whispered in awe and reverence for centuries to come. Michel de Nostredame, known to the world as Nostradamus, strode boldly into the spotlight of history, his quatrains casting a spell of fascination upon all who beheld them. His books have never been out of print, and he is probably the only prophet more widely known than John in the Bible. 

Nostradamus's prophecies, written in cryptic verse and shrouded in allegory, seemed to transcend the bounds of time and space. Yet, like all prophets before him, Nostradamus was a figure shrouded in controversy and contradiction. Skeptics dismissed his writings as the ramblings of a madman, while believers saw in them the hand of divine providence. But amidst the cacophony of voices, one thing remained clear: Nostradamus had tapped into something primal and ineffable, something that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

You can see an early edition of his work (in the original language) here. A later, extended, English edition is here.

Through the discord and negligence of the French,

A passage shall be opened to Mahomet,

The Land and Sea of Sienna shall be bloody,

The Phocen Haven shall be covered with Sails and Ships.

However, all of these prophecies are susceptible to a great flaw: they often are rewritten by later publishers to make them seem more accurate to past events than was truly the case, or, to flatter a certain cause with assurance of success or failure. Francis James Child notes that Thomas's prophecies survive in versions that completely alter just who it is that he claims is meant to win some war or another -- an apparent efforts to demoralize or encourage the various soldiers. Nostradamus often has things attributed to him there's no evidence he originally composed. And there's a completely different version of Merlin's prophecy in circulation.

In the swirling currents of Europe's prophetic tradition, Merlin, Thomas of Erceldoune, and Nostradamus stand as titans, their words echoing through the corridors of time like ghostly whispers from a bygone era. Their prophecies, though veiled in allegory and obscured by the mists of history, continue to captivate and confound, offering tantalizing glimpses into the enigma of human destiny.

But perhaps therein lies the true power of prophecy: not in its ability to foretell the future with certainty, but in its capacity to inspire wonder and awe, to stir the imagination and provoke contemplation. For in the end, the future remains an unknowable mystery, a tapestry woven from the threads of countless possibilities, each more improbable than the last.

And so we are left to wander through the labyrinth of time, guided only by the flickering torchlight of prophecy, seeking answers to questions that may never be fully resolved. Yet in our quest for understanding, we are reminded of the enduring power of the human spirit, which, like the prophets of old, dares to peer into the abyss and glimpse the unknowable mysteries that lie beyond.