Blind mystic Baba Vanga and Nostradamus both made the same concerning predictions for 2025

Some of you may be considering what kind of New Year’s resolutions you could make as 2025 draws near. If these forecasts come true, then there’s no need to worry.

Yes, as 2024 draws to a close, the ghosts of the past become more audible as two of history’s most mysterious people, Baba Vanga and Nostradamus, make terrifying prophecies that never cease to both enthrall and horrify.

The prophetic abilities ascribed to these fabled seers have been a subject of discussion for many years, regardless of one’s stance.

Despite having died away in 1996, Baba Vanga, the blind Bulgarian mystic born Vangeliya Pandeva Gushterova, is credited with an amazing 85% accuracy rate in her predictions.

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According to The Economic Times, they have reportedly included Barack Obama’s presidency, the 9/11 attacks, and Princess Diana’s passing.

With predictions spanning the next three millennia (scroll to the bottom of the page for that delightful reading), her prophetic talent has left a lasting effect and cemented her place as a formidable force in the field of prophetic mystery.

Furthermore, the 16th-century French astrologer Nostradamus recorded his visions in the enigmatic quatrains of his book Les Prophéties, published in 1555.

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His predictions are credited with predicting significant occurrences as the ascent to power of Adolf Hitler, the murder of President Kennedy, and the September 11 terrorist attacks, solidifying his status as a visionary whose writings are constantly examined for hints about what lies ahead.

Unsettling Forecasts for 2025

2025 has been identified by both seers as a critical year with serious ramifications for the international scene:

Nostradamus predicts the rise of a dark cult and the establishment of an underwater dominion.

In the meantime, Baba Vanga adds a futuristic perspective to our comprehension of human potential when he anticipates the development of telepathy.

But the projections also have a darker tone when it comes to war predictions.

Both foresee a catastrophic war in Europe; Nostradamus refers to it as involving “cruel wars,” but he also cryptically states that “the ancient plague will be worse than enemies.”

Furthermore, Baba Vanga forebodingly says that this fight will “devastate” populations, which bodes ill for the near future and makes me wonder if I should really bother purchasing my yearly calendar featuring Neil Diamond.

And if that’s not enough to keep you up at night, Nostradamus also predicts the arrival of an asteroid on Earth, saying that “a fireball will rise from the cosmos, The world begs you to be a forerunner of fate. The fate of the Earth, a second chance: science and fate in a cosmic dance.

A Hint of Hope and Intriguing Extraterrestrials

There are glimmers of hope despite the ominous predictions.

According to Sky History, Nostradamus alludes to a potential end to the continuing conflict between Russia and Ukraine, speculating that interventions by countries such as France or Turkey might usher in peace and that both sides will eventually run out of energy.

Strangely enough, both seers hint at the prospect of extraterrestrial encounters; Baba Vanga, for example, speculates that aliens might show up at a big athletic event.

However, as I have already stated, Baba Vanga left us forecasts that would last for 3,056 years when he passed away. Needless to say, things don’t seem to work out well with the aliens.

Baba Vanga was a person who?

According to the Mirror, Baba Vanga, known as the “Nostradamus of the Balkans,” is said to have had an accuracy rate of 85%. Her forecasts have been known to come true even after her death.

At the age of twelve, she was supposedly blinded by a storm, during which her mystic talents apparently materialized.

However, what prophecy of the mystic has apparently come true in the past?

The terrorist strikes of 9/11

She made the menacing prognosis in 1989: “Oh, horror! The steel birds will attack and then the American brothers will fall. The terrifying allusion to “steel birds” may refer to the aircraft that Al-Qaeda hijacked and used in the horrific 9/11 attacks in 2001.

The Kursk’s sinking.

In 1980, Baba had a terrible vision of Kursk, Russia, being “covered with water, and the whole world will weep over it.” Her prediction was confirmed when a nuclear submarine sank close to Kursk in August 2000, killing 188 crew members.

Given the realization of those terrifying prophecies, it becomes plausible that you might want to worry about the following 3,000+ years. Here’s how she see the next three millennia developing, from the New York Post:

2025: The population of Europe will be destroyed by a conflict.

2028: Research on Venus as a potential energy source will start by humans.

2033: Sea levels will rise dramatically on a global scale due to the melting of the polar ice caps.

2076: Communism will take hold in numerous nations worldwide.

2130: Aliens will make contact with humans.

2170: Much of the globe will be destroyed by drought.

3005: A Martian civilization and Earth will engage in combat.

3797: The Earth is no longer habitable, and humans will have to leave.

5079: The end of the world.

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My Husband Left Our Kids Home Alone & Left for Our Friends’ Wedding Without Me but He Didn’t Know a Small Detail

When Kate’s husband took her car and left their kids behind to sneak off to a wedding he’d refused to attend, she felt betrayed until she realized the truth about why he was there. But what he didn’t know? Kate had the power to stop him in his tracks — and she didn’t hesitate to use it.

What would you do if someone you trusted and built a life with betrayed you? Would you fight for them? Or would you walk away and never look back? I never thought I’d be asking myself these questions, but here I am. My name’s Kate. I’m 32, a mom of two, and last weekend, my husband shattered everything I thought I knew about him.

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A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney

It all started with an invite to an old college friend’s wedding.

Emily wasn’t a close friend anymore, but Max and I had known her for years. She was the kind of person you couldn’t help but root for. She was kind, bubbly, and a little high-strung but always sweet.

When we got the invite, I was excited to go. But Max? Not so much.

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A wedding invitation on a table | Source: Midjourney

“Look what came in the mail!” I called out excitedly, waving the elegant cream envelope. “Emily’s finally getting married!”

“I’m not going to that wedding,” he flatly said as we sat on the couch.

“What? Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to, Kate,” he snapped, rubbing his temples. “I have no interest in standing around making small talk with people I barely remember.”

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A frustrated man | Source: Midjourney

A few days passed, and I assumed he would change his mind. But Max remained stubborn.

“You’ve been acting strange since the invitation arrived,” I said softly, moving closer to him. “What’s really going on?”

He shifted away, anxiety visible in every line of his body. “Nothing’s going on. I just don’t want to waste a perfectly good Saturday with people from our past.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Emily’s not just some random person, Max. She’s our —”

“She’s your friend,” he cut in. “Not mine.”

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

“Since when?” I demanded, hurt creeping into my voice. “You used to love hanging out with her and her group. Remember all those game nights in college?”

His face darkened. “That was a lifetime ago, Kate. People change. Relationships change.”

The tone was final. I didn’t push it, though I couldn’t help but feel hurt. Max wasn’t usually like this. Sure, he could be stubborn, but this was a different level of dismissive.

“Fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “You can stay home with the kids, then.”

He readily agreed, and that was the plan.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

On the day of the wedding, I woke up early and headed to the salon. Max was supposed to take the kids to the amusement park while I got ready.

“Daddy, aren’t you going to the wedding?” Emma asked over breakfast, milk dribbling down her chin.

Max tensed, then forced a smile. “No, princess. Daddy’s going to have a special day with you and Liam instead.”

“But Mommy’s going,” Liam pouted. “Why can’t we all go?”

“Sometimes grown-ups make complicated decisions,” Max muttered, avoiding my eyes across the table.

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A sad man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t worry, babe,” he’d said that morning, squeezing my hand. “You go enjoy yourself. I’ve got the kids.”

“You promise everything will be okay?” I whispered, searching his face for any sign of what was bothering him.

“Promise,” he smiled, but something in his expression seemed off. “The kids and I will have a blast. Maybe we’ll even build that pillow fort Emma’s been begging for.”

For a moment, I felt relieved. Maybe I’d overreacted. Maybe he wasn’t being distant and tired. But I was WRONG.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

I came home a few hours later, hair styled and makeup done, feeling excited for the evening ahead. But when I walked into the house, my heart SANK.

The living room was a mess and littered with abandoned toys, snack wrappers, and the remnants of what looked like a very rushed lunch. The kids were sad and alone. But that wasn’t the only problem when I rushed out to check. The problem was that my car — our only car — was gone.

And so was Max.

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Grayscale shot of a sad little boy and girl sitting together | Source: Pexels

“Emma?” I called, trying to stay calm.

My 7-year-old poked her head out from behind the couch. “Yeah?”

“Where’s Dad?”

She climbed up onto the couch, looking entirely unbothered. “He left.”

“Left? What do you mean ‘he left’?”

“He got a call,” she said, plopping down and grabbing the remote. “He said, ‘I’m coming, don’t worry… wedding,’ and then he dropped us off and drove away.”

“Sweetie,” I knelt beside her, trying to keep my voice steady, “did he say anything else? Anything at all?”

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A sad little girl holding a stuffed bunny | Source: Midjourney

Emma twisted a strand of hair around her finger. “He was acting weird, Mommy.”

“Weird how, baby?”

“His hands were shaking when he got the call. And he kept saying ‘I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t’ while packing our lunch. Then he just… left.”

My stomach twisted. “He went to the wedding?”

Emma nodded, flipping through the channels. “I think so.”

I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. He’d taken MY CAR, ditched OUR KIDS, and gone to the wedding he’d REFUSED to attend. And he hadn’t even bothered to text me.

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A wedding setup | Source: Pexels

I grabbed my phone and called him. But it landed straight in voicemail. I called again. Nothing.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath. My hands were shaking as I sat down on the edge of the couch. This wasn’t just selfish — it was a betrayal.

I knew I couldn’t leave Emma and her little brother, Liam, alone, so I called my mom.

“Hey, can you come over? I need to take care of something.”

“Kate, what’s going on? You sound upset.”

“I’ll explain later. Can you just get here as soon as possible?”

“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me,” my mom’s voice cracked with concern. “Did something happen with Max?”

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A frustrated woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, please,” I choked back tears. “I just need you here. Now.”

She didn’t ask any more questions, and ten minutes later, she was at my door.

“Kate, what happened?” she asked as she stepped inside.

I shook my head, grabbing my purse. “I can’t… I don’t have time to explain right now. I’ll call you once I’m on the road.”

“Kate, wait,” she caught my arm. “Whatever’s going on, be careful. Think about the kids.”

“I am thinking about the kids,” I whispered fiercely. “That’s exactly why I have to go.”

Without waiting for her response, I grabbed her car keys and headed out.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

The drive to the venue felt surreal. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Why would Max do this? Why lie to me, leave the kids, and steal my car? What was so important about this wedding that he couldn’t stay away?

On the way, a thought hit me like a lightning bolt. The guest list. I’d helped Emily coordinate it weeks ago. I quickly dialed the venue manager.

“Hi, this is Kate. I need you to do me a favor. Quick question — has a man named Max arrived there yet?”

The manager hesitated for a moment. “Uh, no, I don’t think so. Not yet.”

“Good,” I said. “Listen carefully… under no circumstances should you let him in. He’s not invited, and it’s extremely important he doesn’t get past the doors.”

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A woman sitting in the car and talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

There was a pause on the other end. “Uh… sure. Consider it handled.”

“Thank you,” I breathed. “And Sarah? If he asks who blocked him… make sure he knows it was ME.”

I hung up and pulled into the wedding venue parking lot about ten minutes later.

Max was standing outside the entrance, pacing like a madman. His phone was pressed to his ear, and he was yelling loud enough for me to hear through the car window.

I stayed in the car for a moment, watching. He looked frantic, and for once, I didn’t feel sorry for him.

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An anxious man engaged on a phonecall | Source: Midjourney

My phone buzzed, and his name popped up on the screen.

“WAS THIS YOU?!” he shouted the second I answered. “DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “What’s wrong, Max? Something keeping you from sneaking into the wedding you didn’t want to go to?”

“Are you serious right now?” he barked. “Let me in, Kate!”

“Not a chance.”

“You’re being ridiculous, Kate!”

“No, Max. You stole my car, abandoned our kids, and lied to me. What’s ridiculous is you thinking I’d let you get away with it.”

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An angry man yelling on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Kate, please,” his voice cracked. “You don’t understand what’s at stake here!”

“What’s at stake? What’s at stake is our marriage, Max. Our family. And you just threw it all away for… what?”

Before he could respond, I hung up and stepped out of the car. As I made my way toward him, Emily appeared at the entrance, looking confused.

“Max?” she called, her voice unsure.

He turned to her, his entire demeanor shifting. “Emily! Finally. Look, I just —”

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A shocked bride | Source: Midjourney

“What are you doing here?” she asked, cutting him off.

“You called me,” he said, softening his tone. “You said you were nervous, so I came.”

Emily blinked, stunned. “I… I called you this afternoon. Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

“That makes two of us,” I said, stepping into view.

Emily’s eyes widened. “Kate… I didn’t —”

“What’s going on?” I asked, crossing my arms.

She looked between me and Max, clearly panicked. “I swear, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Didn’t mean for WHAT to happen, Emily?”

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A sad bride with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath. “Max and I… we were involved. Years ago. Before you two were together.”

I felt like the ground had shifted beneath me.

“It’s not what you think,” Max said quickly.

“Oh, really?” I snapped. “So you didn’t just abandon your family to come running to your ex’s wedding?”

“Kate, it’s not like that!” he said, his voice desperate.

“Then what is it like, Max?” I demanded, tears burning in my eyes. “Because from where I’m standing, you chose HER over our children!”

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A furious woman yelling at someone | Source: Midjourney

But Emily wasn’t done. “I don’t know why he’s here,” she admitted. “I called him this afternoon because I was nervous. I just wanted to apologize — for leaving him, for everything — before starting fresh with my new husband. But before I could finish talking, the call dropped or something. I couldn’t hear him anymore. I tried calling back, but my calls went straight to voicemail. I never asked him to come.”

I stared at her, then at Max, my chest tightening with every second. After a tense standoff, Emily retreated inside, leaving me alone with Max.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I said, my voice shaking.

“Kate, I was just trying to help —”

“No,” I cut him off. “You weren’t trying to help. You were trying to… what? Relive your glory days? Prove to yourself you still mean something to her?”

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A desperate man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

“Our children, Max,” I whispered, tears falling freely now. “You left our children. Do you know what that means?”

“Kate, please,” he reached for me, but I stepped back. “You don’t understand what I was trying to prevent!”

I spun around, fury burning in my chest. “Prevent? You left our children alone! What could possibly be worth that?”

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A furious woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

“I thought…” he trailed off, running his hands through his hair. “I thought if I came here, I could stop her from making the same mistake I did.”

“What mistake?”

“Marrying the wrong person,” he whispered, and the words hit me like a physical blow.

I shook my head, my voice barely audible. “Then I guess we both made that mistake, didn’t we?”

I turned and walked away, not waiting for his response.

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Grayscale shot of a woman walking away | Source: Pexels

That night, as I tucked Emma and Liam into bed, Emma wrapped her little arms around my neck.

“Mommy?” she whispered. “Are you and Daddy going to be okay?”

I held her tighter, my heart breaking. “I don’t know, baby. But I promise you and Liam will always be okay.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise,” I said, linking our fingers together.

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A little girl in bed | Source: Pexels

Later, alone in the kitchen, I stared at my wedding ring as my phone buzzed with another message from Max: “Please forgive me… I’m sorry. We need to talk.”

I typed back three words: “Not tonight, Max.” Then I turned off my phone and let the tears finally fall.

I don’t know what’s next for us. But I do know one thing — I’m done putting myself last. Because sometimes, the hardest part isn’t the betrayal itself. It’s accepting that the person you love isn’t the person you thought they were.

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A sad woman standing near the window | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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