Neli Hession - Psychic Medium

08/17/2025

Amazing! We are all spiritually connected 💫🙏🏼♥️

08/12/2025

Mikayla’s Messages – Through Her Eyes

Since Mikayla’s passing, I’ve been gifted the rarest kind of miracle - moments seen through her eyes.

At first, I didn’t understand why my perspective was suddenly so low to the ground, so close to the floor, almost like I was seeing life from another height entirely.

The first time was a dream. I was standing…or rather, sitting low on our old deck, before we had it rebuilt. I wasn’t rushing anywhere, just quietly taking in the yard. It felt like a whispered message from her: Slow down. There’s peace in just BEING here.

The second time came as a quick flash while I was awake. A vision of my husband getting ready for work. Shirt tucked in and his “fancy pants” on. I couldn’t figure out why that felt like such a priceless moment in my heart and through my eyes.

I told him about it later, and he smiled. “That’s when Kayla and I had our time,” he said. “She’d watch me iron every morning.”

And then the most precious gift of all…a memory I hadn’t thought of in YEARS.

One of my kids, only three or four, playing in the tub. I was right there, head resting just above the bathtub, close enough to breathe in the warmth of the moment.

I later realized, as I was scrolling through my camera roll looking for something else, that this was a moment with little Maggie…I found the picture of that very snippet in time buried deep in my camera roll.

Only then did I realize… these weren’t just my memories.
They were Mikayla’s.

She had shown me the moments she cherished most - not grand occasions, but the quiet, ordinary seconds that make up a life. The ones we overlook until they’re gone.

And now I carry them differently. I look for them in the present. I treasure them. Because if love is eternal, so are the moments that love adored.

08/12/2025

08/01/2025

Looking for a Healing Space! 🖤✨

I’m looking to rent a cozy, quiet space for in-person client sessions!
Here’s what I’m looking for:

📍 Location: Ideally near Newton Wellesley Hospital (where I work during the day), or somewhere along my commute between Wellesley, MA and northern RI (Harrisville area).

🕯️ Use: For Reiki, energy healing, readings, and hypnotherapy.

🕰️ Schedule: A few evenings per week and/or weekends.

🤍 Vibe: Peaceful, professional, welcoming. Somewhere clients can exhale the second they walk in.

If you know of any wellness collectives, treatment rooms, or even a small office space that might be a good fit, I’d love to hear about it.

Feel free to DM me or tag someone who might know of something. Thank you! 💫

08/01/2025

Allllll day, every day 😣😆

07/30/2025

✨ PSA from your friendly neighborhood medium ✨

I love what I do. I love connecting people with their loved ones in spirit. I love helping bring healing, clarity, and peace. But here’s a little behind-the-scenes truth:

I don’t “walk around” open to spirit 24/7 like a live psychic radio station.

So when I’m at the grocery store, at a kid’s birthday party, or running errands in yoga pants with toothpaste on my shirt, and someone asks:

➡️ “Have you gotten anything for me?”
➡️ “Is my mom coming through right now?”
➡️ “Can you check in on my daughter/neighbor/sister?”

…..the honest answer is: No.

Because I’m not in session. I’m not tuned in. I’m living my life, just like you.

Spirit communication isn’t on-demand like a vending machine. It takes intention, energetic space, and sacred preparation for me and for you.

When you book a session, I open up and hold that space with care, respect, and boundaries. That’s where the magic happens. Not in the middle of Target’s home decor aisle.

I share this with so much love. It’s not that I don’t want to help - it’s that the real work deserves time, attention, and reverence. Your people in spirit deserve that. So do you.

If you feel the pull for a message, or you’re wondering if it’s time to connect, let’s do it the right way. You can book a session through my website, and we’ll create that sacred space together.

07/29/2025

Why the Myth Exists

1. Free-Will Freak-Out
Some readers feel time, place, and logistics lock you into a single future, canceling every choice you could make between now and then. Spoiler: free will is stronger than any calendar date I could toss at you.

2. Accuracy Anxiety
Exact dates and coordinates are slippery. (Even Google Maps reroutes, people.) Rather than risk being “wrong,” some psychics ban the whole category.

3. Energy Drain
Firing rapid-fire “when/how/where” questions can turn a session into psychic speed-dating. The reader scrambles for trivia while the deeper healing info gets ditched like last week’s leftovers.

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My Take (Brace for Honesty)
• Ask whatever the heck you want. It’s your session.
• But ask with purpose.
Don’t treat Spirit (or me) like a cosmic Alexa:
“Spirit, what’s the ETA on my twin flame?” Dig for insight that empowers action, not trivia that feeds impatience.
• Timing is fluid.
Energy shifts. People flake. Mars retrogrades. I can give you probabilities, but the universe isn’t Amazon Prime. Delivery times vary.
• Specifics ≠ Control.
Knowing the ZIP code of your next house won’t magically pack the boxes. Focus on the why (alignment, growth, peace) over the where.

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Power-Up Questions
• Instead of: “When will I get the job?”
Try: “What can I do to align with the career that serves my purpose sooner?”
• Instead of: “How will this relationship unfold?”
Try: “What lessons is this connection highlighting for me right now?”
• Instead of: “Where should I move?”
Try: “What environment will best support my expansion, and how can I recognize it when I see it?”

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Bottom Line

Spirit isn’t withholding information because you’re naughty; it’s nudging you toward collaboration instead of consulting. The future is co-created. Ask the questions that make you an active partner, not a passive package tracker.

Now go and boldly…just be ready to do the work that the answers require. 🙌💫

07/24/2025

🐾 Mikayla’s Messages(Part 2)

Later that same day… I wasn’t planning to go into the gift shop.

I’d taken a wrong turn trying to find the bathroom at work and somehow ended up there instead.

Grief does that. It scrambles your brain and leads you places you never meant to go.

But maybe… you were meant to.

I was still heavy in my heart, thinking of Mikayla, asking her to guide me through this.

And there she was.

A small white ceramic dog sitting sweetly on a shelf… next to a box that read:

“Sending you the biggest hug.”

I froze.

The message. The timing. The quiet nudge to even walk in there in the first place - it was her.

Not a coincidence.

A continuation.

And as if that weren’t enough…

On my drive home, I was crying again.

That deep, aching kind of cry…

I said out loud,

“I just want to see you. Please. I miss you so much. Just let me see you again.”

Something told me to look up.

And right there in the sky, shaped perfectly in the clouds, was a dog’s face.

Her face.

She was listening.

She heard me.

She’s still here.

Not in body… but in every thread of love that ties us together.

And then I got home…

Owen had received a sympathy card from his friend…

But what caught my eye was what came with it:

A heart-shaped rock.

What nobody knew - what I hadn’t told a soul was that earlier that day, I had asked Mikayla for a very specific sign.

A heart-shaped rock.

But I was clear in my ASK:

“Make it subtle…not something I go searching for. Not a random one I convince myself is a sign. Just… unmistakable. Something that finds me.”

This rock wasn’t just shaped like a heart.

It was the sign.

When I texted the mom to thank her, I explained how deeply meaningful the rock was…She said her son had found that rock a week prior - right around the time Mikayla became injured.

They hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

But when he heard about Mikayla’s passing, he said:

“I know just the thing to give to Owen.”

He had no idea what it would mean.

But she did.

Even now.

Even still.

She finds a way to reach us.

07/23/2025

Mikayla’s Messages: Part 1 - “Safe With Us”

✨ For anyone wondering if love continues after death - this is for you.

The day after I said goodbye to my sweet dog Mikayla (7/17/2025 at 7:25 pm), I asked her for a sign.

I was driving to work, still raw and heavy with grief, and I whispered,

“Kayla… are you okay? Did you make it? Please let me know you’re safe.”

Not even a few seconds later, a car approached me with a license plate:
M 777
Her initial. Triple sevens - divine, perfect, complete. And… I exhaled.

Okay, pretty girl. I see you.

Then I sat at a red light and turned my head, drawn to look at a building I’ve driven by countless times. But this time, I actually SAW it.

A tiny sign on the door read:

“Safe With Us Animal Rescue.”

Safe. With. Us.
Not alone. Not gone. Just somewhere I can’t reach yet.

That moment meant the world to me. A soft knowing. A whisper of hope.

She was letting me know-she made it. And she’s still with me.

07/21/2025