Psychic who predicted Covid-19 says 2026 will see downfall of Donald Trump!

The intersection of geopolitical volatility and the esoteric world of prophecy has always fascinated the public, but rarely has a warning been as specific or as ominous as the one recently issued for the year 2026. Nicolas Aujula, a 39-year-old London-based psychic who rose to international prominence after allegedly foreseeing the COVID-19 pandemic and the political ascent of Donald Trump, has now unveiled a series of visions that suggest the world is approaching a definitive breaking point. His latest prophecies paint a picture of a year defined by environmental upheaval, shifting royal dynamics, and a dramatic, highly public fall from grace for one of the most polarizing figures in modern history.

For Aujula, these insights are not the result of calculated guesswork or political analysis; rather, he describes them as intrusive, uninvited mental projections. A past-life regression therapist by trade, Aujula claims that since the age of 17, his mind has been a conduit for flashes of future history—images that crash into his consciousness without warning.1 In his recent sessions, he describes a recurring and vivid sequence involving the steps of a majestic aircraft. In this vision, he recognizes the unmistakable silhouette of Donald Trump. However, the scene is devoid of the usual fanfare. Instead of the adoring crowds and the triumphant music that have defined his rallies, Trump is depicted in a moment of physical and symbolic vulnerability. Aujula describes a “humiliating accident” on those very steps, an event that serves as a harbinger for a broader “downfall” characterized by scandal and a sudden loss of political momentum. To the psychic’s eye, this isn’t just a stumble; it is the visual representation of a legacy fracturing under the weight of accumulated pressures.

The 2026 forecast extends far beyond the borders of American politics, suggesting a period of intense geological and atmospheric instability. Aujula’s visions are punctuated by the sounds of the earth rending and the sights of raging seas. He specifically points to southern Europe, Turkey, and the high-activity zones of the Pacific “Ring of Fire” as the epicenters of violent earthquakes that could reshape coastlines and devastate infrastructure. Accompanying these seismic shifts is a “dangerous storm event” of such magnitude that it evokes biblical imagery—a weather pattern so severe it forces a global conversation about the fragility of human civilization in the face of nature’s wrath.

Perhaps most unnerving is Aujula’s mention of a “mysterious illness.” Unlike the slow-burn anxiety of the pandemic he claims to have predicted years ago, this 2026 ailment is described as a “sudden strike”—an event that hits like a collective aneurysm, appearing from nowhere and leaving medical professionals scrambling for answers. Whether this refers to a localized outbreak or a psychological phenomenon remains unclear, but its presence in his visions adds a layer of existential dread to an already tumultuous outlook.

The psychic also turned his gaze toward the British Monarchy, specifically the Duke and Duchess of Sussex. Harry and Meghan, who have spent years meticulously crafting a brand centered on independence and advocacy, may face a “fracturing” of their public image in 2026. Aujula suggests that the immense pressure of their self-imposed spotlight, combined with new, unforeseen scandals, could lead to a moment of public reckoning. While he had previously hinted at a possible reconciliation between the estranged royal siblings in 2025, his 2026 vision suggests that any peace reached might be fragile, threatened by the same glare of cameras that he sees haunting the steps of Donald Trump’s airplane.

As a figure who found “validation” in the accuracy of his 2024 predictions—including Trump’s electoral success and the explosion of generative artificial intelligence—Aujula remains humble about his gifts.2 He insists that he never asked for these visions, yet he feels a moral obligation to share them as a form of early warning system. Critics, of course, view his prophecies as a blend of high-probability guessing and cold reading, noting that the world is always in some state of political or environmental crisis. However, for those who watched his 2019 warnings about a “global respiratory illness” manifest into reality, Aujula’s words carry a weight that is difficult to dismiss.

The underlying theme of Aujula’s 2026 visions is one of “The Great Unmasking.” From the steps of Air Force One to the hills of Montecito and the fault lines of the Pacific, he sees a year where facades are stripped away and the truth of individual and institutional integrity is laid bare. It is a world where the “managed illusion” of power—whether held by a former president or a royal couple—can no longer withstand the light of scrutiny.

Whether one views Nicolas Aujula as a genuine seer or a gifted storyteller, his visions for 2026 force us to confront uncomfortable questions about our current trajectory. If the world is indeed headed toward a year of biblical storms, sudden illnesses, and the collapse of political titans, the true challenge may not be in predicting the chaos, but in finding the resilience to navigate it. As 2026 approaches, the world remains in a state of anxious anticipation, waiting to see if these mental flashes of collapsing buildings and stumbling leaders are merely dreams—or the inevitable headlines of tomorrow.

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