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 Future MIL Stormed Into the Church on Our Wedding Day, Waving a Letter and Objecting to Our Marriage

On what should have been the happiest day of Avril’s life, her future mother-in-law stormed into the church mid-ceremony, clutching a letter and DEMANDING THE WEDDING STOP. What followed wasn’t just a bombshell — it was a WHIRLWIND OF REVELATIONS Avril never saw coming.

Weddings are supposed to be joyful chaos, but mine was headed straight for uncharted territory. Allison, my future mother-in-law, had been nothing but a dream during the wedding preparations. She’d offered me her vintage wedding dress, helped me tailor it, and had a hand in the catering and decorations. I never doubted her care or acceptance of me… not even for a second.

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A bride and groom | Source: Pexels

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” she had whispered just hours before the wedding, helping me into her restored vintage gown. “Like this dress was made for you.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Allison,” I’d replied, fighting back tears. “For everything. For making me feel like family already.”

Her eyes had welled up then, and I thought everything would be perfect… until Allison suddenly disappeared during the ceremony. She stormed back into the church, shouting, “STOP IT!” while waving a letter in the air. I felt like the ground had been yanked from under me.

A frantic older woman in a church | Source: Midjourney

A frantic older woman in a church | Source: Midjourney

The murmurs in the room were deafening as Allison strode toward me, her face blotchy from crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she grabbed my hands.

“I’m so sorry,” she choked out, trembling. “I doubted it, but now it’s confirmed.”

I glanced at Sam, my groom, who stood beside me, his face mirroring my confusion. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Mom, please,” Sam whispered urgently, his hand tightening around mine. “Whatever this is, can’t it wait?”

“No,” Allison sobbed, her hands shaking. “No, it can’t wait. Not another minute. Not another second.”

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A shocked bride | Source: Midjourney

She turned to the crowd, her voice breaking as she apologized. “I’m so sorry, but I need to explain something important to the bride and groom in private. Sam and Avril, please come outside with me.”

“Avril,” my adoptive father called from the front row, half-rising from his seat. “Do you want me to —”

“It’s okay, Dad,” I managed, though my voice quivered. “We’ll handle this.”

The tension in the room was unbearable. Sam and I exchanged a glance before following her out of the church. My legs felt like lead, and my heart raced as we stepped into the winter sunlight.

The cold air bit at my skin as Allison turned to face us, clutching the letter like a lifeline. “I don’t even know how to say this,” she began, her words stumbling over each other.

A sad older lady holding a letter | Source: Midjourney

A sad older lady holding a letter | Source: Midjourney

“Just tell us,” Sam said. “What’s going on, Mom? Why did you stop the wedding?”

“Sam, please,” I whispered, touching his arm. “She’s clearly upset. Let her explain.”

“A few months after Sam introduced you to me,” Allison began, looking at me, her eyes glistening with tears, “I noticed a birthmark behind your ear. It’s identical to mine.”

Her words didn’t make sense at first. I touched the small birthmark behind my ear instinctively.

“I thought it was just a coincidence,” she continued. “But a few days before the wedding, during dinner, I noticed the birthmark behind your ear again. It was so identical to mine, and I couldn’t shake the feeling. That’s when I made the decision.”

“The decision to do what?” I asked, the chill in my chest growing.

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A shocked bride getting emotional | Source: Midjourney

She wiped her tears and looked me directly in the eyes. “That evening, I saw you brushing your hair and putting the brush in your bag. Later, I took a strand of hair from it and sent it for a DNA test. I wasn’t sure if the results would arrive in time, but they came this morning.”

“You did what?” Sam exploded, stepping forward. “Mom, how could you? That’s a complete invasion of —”

“Please,” Allison begged, reaching for his hand. “Please just let me finish.”

My stomach flipped. “A DNA test? Why would you do that? And what are you trying to say?”

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Cropped shot of a woman removing hair from a brush | Source: Pexels

Allison took a deep breath. “When I was 15, I had a baby with a boy I loved in high school… a little girl. Your father ran away the moment I told him I was pregnant. I was young, and my parents forced me to give her up for adoption. I was devastated, but I had no choice. I never stopped thinking about her, but I signed the papers, agreeing I’d never contact her or find out what happened to her. I’ve spent years trying to find my daughter, but I never could… until now.”

My knees buckled. Sam grabbed my arm to steady me, but my mind was reeling.

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An anxious bride | Source: Midjourney

“You’re my daughter, Avril,” Allison whispered. “You’re the baby I gave up.”

The world tilted. “What?” I gasped. “I’m… YOUR DAUGHTER??”

“The DNA results confirmed it,” Allison said, her voice laced with emotion. “You’re my biological daughter.”

Sam and I stared at each other, and we were horrified.

“Oh God,” I choked out, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh God, no, no, no… this can’t be.”

“But if you’re my mother,” I stammered, “then that would make Sam my —”

“No!” Allison interrupted, shaking her head. “No, you’re not siblings. Let me explain.”

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An emotional older woman standing outside a church | Source: Midjourney

“Not siblings?” Sam’s voice cracked. “Mom, what are you saying? This doesn’t make any sense.”

She took a step closer, her hands shaking as she clutched the letter. “When I was 21, I got married. My late husband and I struggled with infertility, so we adopted a little boy. Sam was seven years old when we brought him home. He’s my son in every way that matters, but you and he aren’t related by blood, Avril.”

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A couple with a little boy | Source: Pexels

Relief washed over me, but it was immediately drowned out by disbelief. Sam was silent beside me, his face pale and eyes brimming with tears.

“I remember that day,” he whispered. “The day you brought me home. You told me I was your miracle.”

“You were,” Allison sobbed, reaching for him. “You are. Both of you are my miracles.”

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An older lady looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“I didn’t want to ruin your wedding, Avril. But I had to tell you. You deserved to know the truth before marrying Sam. And now…” Her voice broke, and she covered her face. “Now I don’t just have a daughter-in-law. I have a daughter.”

The rest of the day felt like a blur. We went back into the church and finished the ceremony, but the mood had shifted. I caught glimpses of Allison sitting in the front row, her eyes red from crying.

At the reception, I couldn’t focus on the celebration. My brain was stuck in a loop, trying to make sense of everything. My mother-in-law was my biological mother. My husband wasn’t my brother, but he was still my mother’s son in a way.

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An emotional bride at her wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” I whispered to my adoptive father as we shared our dance. “Dad, how is this real?”

He pulled me closer, his voice gruff with emotion. “You’re still my little girl. Nothing changes that. But maybe now you have room in your heart for two mothers?”

As Sam and I danced, he leaned in close. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice shaking. “How can any of this be okay?”

“We’ll figure this out,” he said softly, squeezing my hand. “You didn’t just marry me today — you found a piece of your family, too.”

“But what if it changes everything?” I whispered against his shoulder. “What if it changes us?”

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A bride and groom holding hands | Source: Unsplash

“Look at me,” he said, tilting my chin up. “Nothing could change how I feel about you. Nothing.”

I looked over at Allison, sitting at her table, watching us with hope and uncertainty. For the first time, I felt something shift in me.

The days after the wedding were filled with long conversations. Allison told me everything — about the guilt she’d carried for years, the desperate searches, and the sleepless nights wondering if her daughter was happy and safe.

“I used to write you letters,” she confessed one evening, pulling out a worn shoebox. “Every birthday and every Christmas. I never knew where to send them, but I couldn’t stop writing them.”

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A sad older woman feeling nostalgic as she holds a letter | Source: Midjourney

“Sometimes,” she whispered, “I would see a young woman on the street with long dark hair like yours, and my heart would stop. I’d wonder, ‘Could that be her?’ But I never had the courage to approach anyone.”

“I don’t know how to feel,” I admitted. “This is… a lot.”

“I understand,” she said, tears filling her eyes. “Take all the time you need. I’m just so grateful you’re in my life now.”

And strangely, I was also grateful.

A sad older woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

A sad older woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

A few weeks later, Allison came over for dinner. As we sat around the table, laughing and sharing stories, I realized something: family isn’t always about how you get there. Sometimes, it’s about what you do once you arrive.

“Do you remember,” Sam asked, grinning at his mother, “that time you caught me trying to mail myself to Disney World?”

“In a cardboard box!” Allison laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. “You’d packed a sandwich and everything!”

“Thank you for giving me my son back,” she said as we cleared the dishes.

“And thank you for giving me the mother I never knew I had,” I replied.

An emotional woman with a sweet smile | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman with a sweet smile | Source: Midjourney

“I have something for you,” she said suddenly, pulling an envelope from her purse. “It’s the first letter I ever wrote to you. I wrote it the day they took you away.”

My hands trembled as I took it. “I don’t know if I’m ready to read it yet.”

“That’s okay,” she smiled, squeezing my hand. “We have time now. All the time in the world.”

Sam walked into the room, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Looks like I married into one complicated, beautiful family,” he said with a grin.

“The best kind,” I replied, looking between my husband and the woman who was both my mother-in-law and my mother.

And for the first time, I realized he was right. Complicated, yes… but beautiful all the same.

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A romantic couple | Source: Unsplash

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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