Hard as it is to believe, we're over halfway through 2025. On the one hand, it seems like it's flown. On the other, any amount of time spent living through the Trump regime is going to feel like having your feet in the fire, so it's a mixed bag.
Maybe there's something in Einstein's theory to explain this, given that he said "time is relative" and all.
I thought this might be a good point to check in on our psychic predictions for the year and see how the psychics were faring. We still have a bit over four months left to go, and the final scorecard won't be certain till December 31, so think of this as being a bit of mid-game analysis.
Some of them, however, go right down to the wire. Like the TikTok clip of a woman running up to a couple on the beach in Saint Augustine, Florida, shrieking, "I know what's coming!", pointing to the waves, and then running away. The guy who posted it said the video is dated December 30, 2025. How that's possible, I have no idea. In any case, he advised us all to "flag this post in case anything weird happens."
Of course, it works the other way, too. If you pinpoint a date, it's much easier to prove wrong. Despite an alleged prediction by Alexa that there would be a "strong 8.2 magnitude earthquake in the Philippines, along with an eruption of Mount Pinatubo," April 23 dawned and nothing had happened. So the take-home message for would-be prophets is "keep it vague so no one can say you're definitively wrong."
That's the approach of Nostradamus, who couched his prophecies in such arcane, weird, and symbolic language that you can interpret them to mean pretty much any damn thing you want. The 2025 predictions from the mysterious Frenchman are supposedly for "global conflict, natural disasters, and shifts in environmental patterns," which are a pretty good bet in any year, but also supposedly we're in for a "large asteroid falling from the sky, followed by a great fire on Earth." Which would be hard to miss. Thus far I haven't seen any sign of it, and NASA has assured us that of the asteroids it knows about, none pose an immediate threat.
None it knows about. Or is willing to tell us about. Amirite? *slow single eyebrow raise*
In any case, so far so good on the giant asteroid front. Although I have to say if it targeted Mar-a-Lago, I might be in the pro-asteroid camp.
Then there's Baba Vanga, the blind Bulgarian mystic who according to some sources left behind enough prophecies at her death in 1996 to last us until the year 5079. This is also a smart tactic, because not many of us will be around for that long, so saying "In the year 4537, a freak hurricane will flatten Hoboken" falls into the "unverifiable even in theory" department. But fortunately, we have her predictions for 2025, and they include a few doozies. Aliens are going to "make contact during a major sporting event," which sure would add some spice to the halftime show. Medical science will take a huge leap forward when researchers figure out how to grow fully-functional human organs in vitro. Physicists will discover a new energy source that is "clean, limitless, and unlike anything we've seen before." And human telepathy will become a reality, meaning that we'll be able to communicate with each other with no intermediate medium necessary.
I don't know about you, but I'm not thrilled about this last one. Exposing some innocent person to the chaos that goes on inside my skull just seems mean. I explored the whole "telepathy is not pleasant" idea in my Parsifal Snowe Mysteries series (currently out of print but hopefully back soon), in the character of the tortured psychic Callista Lee -- who describes ordinary existence as being trapped in a crowded, noisy bar 24/7. Keep in mind, though, that this series is fiction.
In any case, Baba is batting a big fat zero so far.
Then we have John Sommers-Flanagan, whose predictions include Superbowl LIX ending with the Bills beating the Lions 36-30 (the actual outcome was Eagles 40, Chiefs 22). Otherwise, he chose to play it safe, saying we'd have rising temperatures and food prices, falling economic strength and consumer confidence, and that Trump will continue to be an ignorant, racist, authoritarian fascist-wannabe schmuck. (Not in those exact words, but that's the gist.) In any case, those all fall into the "Who Could Have Predicted This Besides Everyone?" department.
So the predictions thus far have kind of been a bust. Of course, to be fair to the psychics, we do still have four months for all of it to happen. Me, I'm hoping Baba Vanga's aliens do show up. At this point, I don't particularly care if they're hostile:
Alien: Ha ha, puny earthling, we have come here to slaughter your leaders, subjugate your entire planet, and rule you for all eternity!
Me: Okay, go for it
Alien: ... wait, what?
Me: You heard me. Hop to it, lazy, we don't have all fucking day
But given their track record (the psychics, not the aliens), I'm thinking we're probably going to remain stuck with the "leaders" we have. On the other hand, if you live in Saint Augustine, Florida, you might want to stay away from the beach on December 30. You wouldn't want to throw caution to the wind if this turns out to be the one time the psychics nailed it, and get eaten by Cthulhu or something. As my dad used to say, "Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."
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