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2011 Psychic Predictions by Pernel Coming True

March 11, 2011 – Psychic Predictions Accurate

* There will be a violent earthquake, one of the strongest on record.
Update: March 11, 2011 Japan Hit by 8.9 Earthquake and Tsunami
The magnitude 8.9 offshore quake — the largest in Japan’s history — unleashed a 23-foot tsunami and was followed by more than 50 aftershocks for hours, many of them of more than magnitude 6.0.

The U.S. Geological Survey said the 2:46 p.m. quake was a magnitude 8.9, the biggest earthquake to hit Japan since officials began keeping records in the late 1800s, and one of the biggest ever recorded in the world. Fox News

*Texas will have some major weather issues this year and also fire will be a very real threat for the state

Update: February 4, 2011 Snow and Ice Paralyze Texas From Rio Grande to Oklahoma Border

HOUSTON — A rare winter storm hit much of Texas early Friday with sleet and snow, creating chaos on icy roads around the state and hampering travelers trying to get to the Super Bowl near Dallas.

now fell in Dallas, Austin and San Antonio, and an ice storm paralyzed the Rio Grande Valley as far south as the usually balmy city of Brownsville.

Parts of Houston were also hit with sleet and ice, snarling traffic. In the west, El Paso suffered through a fourth day of arctic weather that has caused blackouts and natural gas shortages. NY Times

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New 2009 Psychic Predictions

May 24, 2009

New Psychic Predictions made on May 23, 2009 by Pernel 

* Expect the flu to go to a full Pandemic and come back in the Fall and Spring in a more dangerous form. Do not take this flu lightly as it will mutate and become deadly. Take time to learn about it and to be prepared for it.

* Summer will be very, very hot across most of the nation but many places will see below normal temperature levels at times. Unusual weather patterns will cause this Summer to be a nightmare.  = (

* The economy will fall badly again, even lower than last time as interest rates will begin to soar and more and more taxes are leveled against American consumers.

* Hurricane season will not be  violent as previous years but there will be some massive ones with at least three of them making landfall. One shall hit in a place which has not seen activity in many years.

* Obama will make some major mistakes and people’s attitudes will change towards him becoming more negative

* Newt Gingrich will consider running for the President of the United States in 2012.

* There will be an attempted attack on Washington D.C.

* One of the US volcanoes thought to be dormant will show signs of waking up.

* There will be two very large earthquakes, over 6.0 in the United States causing major damage.

Enough Disaster for now.

Note from Pernel: For those of you who come here to read my web site and my blogs, please take extra precautions from this flu  H1N1 during this upcoming fall and winter. Even though it seems mild now and like it is no big deal, it can mix with the bird flu H5N1 (or other flues) and become very deadly. Go to some of the informational sites and read on how to prepare and stock up your homes. Use the worst case scenario and then if it does not happen, be happy about it.

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Pernel was featured in the News

December 15, 2007

I want to thank the News media and blogs for featuring my story about our family’s Christmas display and baby Jesus being stolen during this Christmas season.

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You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

December 3, 2007

It seems one North Central Florida neighborhood has a real life Grinch. Thieves are stealing Christmas decorations, everything from reindeer to baby Jesus…

Three homes in Arredondo Farms in Southwest Gainesville have already been targeted.One victim says the thieves stole her entire nativity scene, baby Jesus and all.Its got other residents securing their decorations for fear of losing them too.Sheriff’s deputies say you may want to keep your decorations close to your home where you can see them best. Once your lawn ornaments go missing, they say you’ll probably never see them again.

Anne Imanuel, WCJB TV20 News

 Other links:

 Baby Jesus Stolen From Nativity Scene – Orlando News Story – WKMG Orlando  

 Anorak News » Blog Archive » Baby Jesus Stolen  

 Florida – A Real Life Grinch Stealing Christmas Decorations   

I would like all to know that we have put up new Christmas items to display at our home for Christmas.  

Merry Christmas !

Christmas display stolen

December 2, 2007

This is not an easy article for me to write as it is very personal and painful.  Sadly, the Monday before Thanksgiving my favorite uncle was buried.  He died of cancer.  That very same day of his funeral, I got a message from my sister that my nephew had been in a horrible car accident. My nephew was at Hurly Medical Center in intensive care fighting for his life. He is in critical condition and the prognosis is not good.  Even if he survives the serious injuries and is taken off life support to heal, he will never walk again. The brain injuries are so severe that he will not be the same person ever.  He is just 32 years old. My nephew has a five year old daughter who will never know who her father really was.   

We as a family are struggling to keep this Christmas season alive for the children who do not understand what is going on with all the family tribulations. So we decided to set up our usual Christmas display. As if to add insult to injury and much to our horror when we got up yesterday morning we discovered that thieves had taken the entire Christmas display during the night. They also destroyed what they could not take.  We were devastated.   

Almost immediately, I began to see a different picture of this theft. It initially began with the police officer I reported the theft to when he said, “Wait a minute, are you telling me they stole Jesus?”  I sadly said, “Yes, they did.” and he was totally outraged.  He promised to increase police patrols in the area and to get the thieves no matter what.  You see part of the Christmas display we had in front of our home was the holy nativity.  The thieves not only took Jesus, they took The Blessed Virgin and her husband St. Joseph, the three Wise men and all the stable animals.  

As people hear about this, they have been outraged by this theft. My neighbor told me he is going to move.  He said that during the Christmas season he loved to look out his window at the nativity display in our yard. It filled him with peace and happiness.  My neighbor was sickened by the theft of the display.  He told me he is not religious but said it gave him peace. It gave him a thrill to look at our Christmas display and it broke his heart that it would no longer be there.  A little girl banged on my door yesterday, when I opened it she was crying and blurted out, “Is it true?!  Did someone actually steal the baby Jesus from your yard?!”   

Everyone who has heard of the theft has expressed outrage about the theft of the nativity. Now, the thieves also took our Santa’s sled and reindeers. Many other items like the Christmas lights were taken as well. Then the thieves destroyed the ones they did not take with them. But the thing people are the angriest about is the theft of the Nativity.  I have to say it is not just upset either it is plain downright anger.  I have heard people say, “Who would steal Jesus?”  or “What kind of an individual would take The Holy family?”  They have expressed anger, sorrow and plain disgust over this theft.   

This theft hurt. They are just items that can be replaced but to be honest some of them belonged to our Mom who died a few years ago from cancer.  She hand picked some of the Christmas display items.  They had a lot of special memories connected to them and those cherished items can’t be emotionally replaced. But this theft has also had a rippled effect.  It has hurt our family that these items Mom loved are gone but it also hurt the people who loved to just look at the Christmas display with the Nativity. So many individuals have stopped out front of our house to shake their heads and say how sorry they are for the despicable theft. There have been Whites, Blacks, Asians, Hispanics, religious and non religious alike that have stopped by to express their anger over this theft.  This has amazed me as I had never thought about the people who had seen the display and its impact that it may have had on them.  This theft has opened my eyes to a larger picture so not this year (as they stole everything and money is tight with Christmas expenses) but next year, our Christmas display will be back in front of the house.  It will be all new, bright, shiny and full of light. And if they steal it again, we will replace it again since now I know it is there for a lot more than just my personal family to enjoy.    

A previous Photo of our Christmas display with the Nativity. pen-christmas.jpg 

Near Death Experiences

June 24, 2007

One day in June, I met a remarkable young man who talked to me about the near death experiences I had.  He said to me, write about them.  The funny thing is, I had never thought about it before so David, Thank you and I am writing about these because you asked.  

The day was Feb. 08, 1974.  I had been in labor for my daughter for 16 hours.  The labor was difficult and the doctor approached me and told me it may come down to a choice between the child or myself.  I signed papers that if the choice had to be made it would be the child who lived.  This decision cost me dearly in my marriage as my husband did not understand it. He called me totally selfish and asked me about the other two kids as to who would care for them if I died?   I told him I had already lived but the child had not and she deserved to.  He was very, very angry over this.   

The labor dragged on and on and finally they came in and broke my water.  I was rushed into delivery and within minutes my heart had stopped.  I remember seeing a beautiful being of light enter the room.  She told me I had to return as it was not my time yet.  I was sucked back into my body as they restarted my breathing.  My daughter began crying the moment I opened my eyes.  Crystal was a large baby, weighing 9 ¾ pounds.  I was released to go home on Feb. 11th.   

The day I had returned home, my entire house was trashed.  My ex husband had taken the time while I was in the hospital to have a party with all of his friends. Beer bottles littered the entire house. I was very angry as he knew I hated drinking but he did it anyway.  I spent that day cleaning up the house and taking care of the kids, I had two sons at home as well.  Then numerous family members began to visit throughout the day to see the new baby. The hours stretched on.  Finally after they had all left, exhausted and aching I fell into bed.   

The baby cried most of the night. No one was there to help me, I had to get up and take care of her.  I finally fell asleep around 4 in the morning.  When she started to cry again at 6am, I went to get out of bed to realize that the bed was soaked.  I stood up then lots of blood hit the floor.  I ran to the bathroom and filled the toilet full of blood.  I called the hospital for assistance. They told me that this was normal and to put my feet up. I did what they told me but the bleeding continued.   

I stood up again and the blood poured everywhere.  I called the hospital back and told them I was making a heck of a mess. So they finally told me to come in.  As strange as this sounds, I was 22 years old and had no idea what hemorrhaging was.   

We lived just outside of Peck Michigan.  McKenzie Memorial Hospital was 30 miles away in Sandusky.  Though we were in the middle of a Michigan ice storm and the roads were treacherous.  We had to get the kids ready, head over to my sister’s place 15 miles away to drop them off with her.  Then we headed towards the hospital.  I had been pouring blood for over two hours.   

Once the kids were safely with my sister, we began the slow drive to the hospital.  As we traveled over the ice slicked roads, I knew I was not going to make it.  A peace settled over me and I felt myself slipping away.  Then there was a voice which told me to stay awake.  It said hold your legs together tightly and stay awake and you will live.  I did not want to stay awake, I wanted to sleep.  I started to drift off again and the voice got sterner and told me to stay awake.   I argued with it and was so annoyed that I could not sleep. When I finally stopped fighting with it and looked up, I discovered that we had pulled into the hospital parking lot and was skidding to a halt at the emergency room doors.   My ex husband ran and got the Nurses.   

I don’t remember getting out of the car or how I got into the hospital.  I remember being lifted up and my clothes being stripped off me.  I remember a doctor coming in to check on the bleeding. When he tried, he was soaked in my blood.  The next thing I knew, I was watching them from out of myself. I looked really bad, white as a sheet. The hospital staff kept screaming that they were losing me and that my pressure was dropping. I thought this was odd since I felt great.   

I heard someone call me and turned around to see a beautiful light.  I went towards the light as if at super sonic speed.  When I got very close to the light, a being stopped me.  It told me I could not go into it.  I begged them to let me go and they said, “ No, it is not your time.”  I walked close to the light and the being grabbed me around the waist.  I put both of my hands into the light and it blew my mind.   

There are no words to describe it.  Saying it is beautiful just seems so bland.  There is nothing on earth as beautiful,  nothing that could ever describe this light. We do not have enough descriptive words in our language to even begin to give an appropriate description of it.  The light is alive, it is pure wonder, awe and something so incredible that I have never been able to get out of my mind.  It is brighter than the sun but it never hurt my eyes to look directly into it.   

The light is love, the purest form of love I have ever felt.  It was peace of a kind I have never known.  I felt it go through me, envelope me and devour me totally in a million ways.   

The being gently said to me, “Return to your family” and I awoke with an IV being inserted into my veins.  I felt life begin to run back through me.  A few minutes later though I felt it start to drain back out.  I had managed to get a nurse’s attention to tell her that the IV had broken through.  She was astonished that I was alert enough to know it had even happened.  Things began to blur then.  I was moved into a room to get stabilized for surgery.  The next thing I knew, I was in another room, the recovery room.  The being that I had seen earlier was standing there smiling and then ascended through the ceiling.  

 My sister Margaret came in to see me at the hospital.  She was an aide at McKenzie Memorial Hospital in Sandusky Michigan where all of this happened.  She told me I had been in bad shape when they brought me in and they did not know if I would make it.  I know that I was taken in on Feb. 12th.  But I have no idea of when I finally woke up after surgery.  I asked the doctor if I could go home and he said, “No! You get too rambunctious when you go home.”  The nurses came in to tell me that they knew they had lost me for a few minutes.  They said I had bled almost empty and it was a miracle I had made it.  They said that if I had been just 15 minutes later, I would never have survived.  My ex husband came to the hospital to visit and told me it looked as if someone had been murdered in the house from all the blood I had lost.   

At this time I didn’t care about what the house looked like. I didn’t care about anything but the fact that I had a beautiful little girl at home and I wanted desperately to go there to hold her.  I did not know then how much this encounter with the light had changed me.  When I got out of the hospital about a week later, I was delighted to get home and see all my children.  I slowly began to get back my strength but I could not get the light out of my mind.   

As time went by I began to realize that nothing was the same.  The most beautiful things held no true beauty for me.  I was just living, going through the motions.  I no longer had seen things the way other people did.   

Then on Feb. 28, 1978, I had gone to Detroit and was on the way back to Port Huron where I lived.  The man I was with at the time was driving.  I was very upset, he got mad and ran through a set of double red lights.  The car was hit broadside on the passenger side where I sat and spun into the other lane.  The car was hit again in this lane.  I remember hitting the dashboard, then the windshield, then the dashboard again. Then I remember nothing but darkness.  When I opened my eyes again I was standing before the light.  I opened my arms to it and let it course through me.  I wanted to go home, I wanted to just step into it and forget everything in life.   I heard a noise and I turned to see what it was.  There were hundreds of kids in dirty white robes walking towards a hole and disappearing into it.  I started to walk towards the place where they fell and a being of light stood there.  It said to me, “look but do not lean over far.”  The being held me fast so I could not fall and I peered into the hole.  I screamed and turned away.  Frightened and confused I said, “Why?  What could they have done that was so horrific to have to endure this?”  The being said to me, “These are the suicides.”  

What I had seen there, I will not relate to the reader.  I walked with the being and was very shaken.  We walked to a bridge where the water was like silver light and the being informed me that not all of them go to this place.  I was horrified.  I turned and looked towards the beautiful light again.  I wanted nothing more than to go into it, to stay there and never leave.  I begged the being to let me stay.  It told me that I had not done on earth what I needed to do and had to return.  I felt like I had just been given a death sentence.  My heart shattered into a thousand pieces and I begged not to have to go back.  I stared at the light and I knew a thousand things all at once.  I made the being promise that the next time I could stay, no coming back.  It agreed.  I walked back towards the light and placed my hand to it.  This time they did not hold me back from it. I whispered, “I love you” and a voice said to me, “that is the meaning of life, how much you have loved and how many have loved you.” I cried and put both hands back into the light and said, “Soon, soon I will come back home.”   The being told me it was time to leave. I walked back with it to the bridge and talked with it about many things of earth. 

I felt heartbroken, dismayed and abandoned.  I turned to say something more to the being and found myself in hell, laying outside the car on the ground.  People stood over top of me demanding to know if I was okay.  I felt like I had been hit by a sledge hammer.  The guy I was with was yelling at me to get up, get moving, come on before I go to jail.  The next thing I knew, I was in the car and he peeled out of there.  I asked him how long I had been out.  He said that I had stopped breathing for about ten minutes and this guy who was over top of me got me to breath again.  I knew I was hurt, but I didn’t know how badly.  I asked him to take me to a hospital. He told me I was fine and drove home instead.  I wasn’t fine, nor would I ever be again.  This accident left me with nerve damage and a chronic pain patient, but this is a whole other story.   

After this last time of seeing the light, things were totally different with me.  It is hard to explain but I will try.  I began to realize that the world is just like a stage and we are all players on it.  Money is the means to an end, but not the end itself.  We all need it to live but it is not the ultimate thing of life.  I came back with an unshakeable faith in God. I never had to wonder if he existed, I know he does.  I do not care about titles, or about being able to fit in with the crowd.  I do not care about having the best of things, having money in the bank or being rich.  I care about life.  I care about stopping people from hurting themselves if I can.  I care about suffering, seeing a child hurt is pure torture.  I care about people, the earth and the things which have been provided for us here.  I know that we own nothing.  It is given to us to use while we are here and then passes to someone else when we are done with it.   

Beauty is now what we see with our eyes but what we have in our souls.  Beauty is the laughter of a child, the kindness showed by one person to another and the truest beauty is love.  Love of oneself, love of each other and the warmth we as humans can show to one another.  One kind word, one smile can change the world of a person who is in pain.  I do not care about the past, it is over. All I care about is this moment and how I use it.  I care about what words I say to another person for I am responsible for my own actions.  I am responsible whether or not I have injured this person with my words and tried to inflict my will on them.  I care about peace, what God thinks of me and what I do.   

 I know a billion things, some of which I could never explain no matter how hard I try.  I yearn for the light, to go back home.  I do not fear death, just the pains of death because I have no doubt of what is on the other side.  I close my eyes and I see the light and I ache inside for it. I know every day I live leads me one step closer to going home.  Death is not an end, far from it, death is actually a beautiful beginning.     

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