CASSANDRA UP-TO-DATE.

NZ Truth, Issue 81, 5 January 1907, Page 5

CASSANDRA UP-TO-DATE.

DARK VISIONS COME TO HER. Servant Girl Gut-Shiptons Old Mother Sliipton. (Los Angeles "Times.") A latter-day Cassandra, has just taken her light from under a bushel m Monrovia. The predictions of this prophetess are so diabolical and harrowing that she has the members of her church m Monrovia scared into iits. She doesn't merely end the world m one merciful stroke like " Mother Shipton;" she mauls, the old sphere around like a cat with a, gopher. By the time the poor old hunk gets through with what she has m pickle for it, any one would think it would want to cud. The prophetess is a pretty servant girl— Miss Anna Pask— who has lived m ■ Monrovia for about four years. She • beccan getting, the visions when she was left alone m the house as a caretaker when the family went away. Sometimes she sees visions ; sometimes voices tell her things. Sometimes she sees big tetters of fiery. gold stating the kibosh— the" doom ol things written on the dead walls. At first, she only saw things a=t night .;. tout lately "her visions have been working overtime m the bright sunshine. VOICE OP THE PROPHETESS, Listen to the voice of the prophetess : * "The Lord showed me places- whet's the earth will crumble and sink., Cities will fall into the Great Lakes., "There will be one. of. the most cruel wars ever known m history. Blood will flow like rivers. I saw all nations represented. I saw cannon ,-. guns, knives, forks. Ifc. looked as though some of them started m a hurry and did not have much time to prepare for battle, seizing pitchforks m place o£ their guns. "There will he great volcanic eruptions. I think there will be one at San Bernardino. Not a State m the Union, or a coiinty, will escape some great disaster. "There will be explosions m mines, cyclones m the East, North, South and West ; not only m America, tut m other countries.

"Hayti, Jamaica and Iceland will sink into the sea and disappear. "Terrible hailstorms will destroy lives and property. The hail will start as large as goose eggs and grow, until ,the hail >is as large as a cann o n ball. Immense boulders of frozen ics will crush through roofs of houses, killing both people and animals. "The greatest lightning and thunderstorms ever known will startle the world.

"We are going to have one of the greatest religious revivals ever known.

"Oh, if they could only understand the terrors of hell, the 1 lake of brimstone, the fire and the bottomless pit, we would all be different."

You could haindly credit it, but the prophetess is of the opinion that the tough old world will pick herself up and stagger on, m spite of those divers afflictions.

She believes, however, that those of us who manage to swim these floods, dodpe the bullets, manage to stay, off the top of the San Berdoo volcano and weather the cyclone will be. ready for the grand revival.

Miss Pask claims she is not a relipious fanatic. She came here from Ohio, near Toledo. Ever since she has been m California she has been having these visions. She has tried them on her pastor m Monrovia with doubtful results, and UDOn a friend— one Sister Smith — who, is reported to be deeply impressed.

"I know people will say I am craayi and make fun of me; but after it is over they would have asked me why; I did not tell them."

She says her visions are making her bitterly unhappy.

"It is awful to see such things as I see," she. says. "It makes me almost cry my eyes out."

BATTLE VISION A STAR. One of her star visions, she says, is the battle scene with nation fighting against nation. She can't wake out the date or who is goinp ; win, but she can see Dutchmen. vicans, Chinese, Russians, Frenu '/.■.: m one grand mix-up. She can see batteries going into action, men stabbing each ether with pitchforks, shooting each other with euns and behaving generally m a spar* dalous gnd ungentlemanly manner. She says while the battle is goinfl on she can hear a voice saying ; "Babylon is falling ! Babylon is falling !" ringing m her ears. She does not know "whoisringing.it.. She is a little hazy on the San Berdoo volcano. The place has oft teen called a pretty hob town. All it needs is the touch of a punk stick to make it spout. But could, she havo mis-taken the gas and noise— perhaps it is only a aew walking delegate :;ho takes for a volcano. The tidal waves sweeping away, Lower California, she says, are veryj plain ; she can see the people clin.ein'g to the houses and everyt^jjiß whopping merrily down stream. One of her visions is— let us hope— not prophetic. It is— ahem— a biopjraph picture of hell and the celebrated landmark, the Lake of Brimstone. HELL'S BLACK RUBS OFF. She says hell is black and the blade comes off on you. The brimstone lake is jio picnic. She says she can see people, their eyes bulging out from, fear, trying to Keep out of it-,, but sliding m and just wriaglin?: around fiom the heat after they arc m. Not only these dread prophecies have come to her, but also lighten matters— poetry, songs and psalms— partly m words and partly m picture writing. She got up from her be*! and wrote them out— a whole notebook full. She is inclined to. believe the vhote West Indies will go down v.ith a splash when Hayti and Iccl<..r.J re tiro from this world of sin find <orrovr. After (hat all revolutions « r i'i fjee place iii Happy Valley. Miss Pask is not iaken nH^-Chei-seriously ; but this is not a -'reflection jon Miss Pask. Cnvs-amlra was not taken xcriousiv. Yiv.t Miere is a similarity.

She is a. nice-lot»r:in.T. Word'. 1 voim?* woman of molest. (ir-iiieanov, vho shiulders afc Uv. ir>n of ]»ii/lici!->- V»t v/ho Mieves ■•he ouch!, to .Iriivcr & warning— to army ror^r.J.'U.is am? siuch,