Psychic/Medium Kelli Miller

Psychic/Medium Kelli Miller Kelli Miller is the co-owner of Awakenings in Omaha & teaches through Q&A's and Enlightenment Academy www.AwakeningsStore.com
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Eclipse season is right around the corner as well as Uranus going retrograde, so this month try to ebb and flow the best you can!

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3506 North 147th St #102
Omaha, NE
68116

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More about Psychic Kelli

I'm Kelli Miller, a professional Psychic and Medium, spiritual coach, author, teacher, and transformational speaker, serving the Omaha area and beyond. In 2018, I am expanding into even more states beyond the Midwest! I’ve been a professional Psychic/Medium for the past six years, but my story began at a much younger age.

My journey began when I was about 5 years old. My family moved to Schuyler, NE along with my Uncle Jim’s family (my dad’s brother) in order to begin a construction business together. They were planning on beginning this new business when tragedy struck my family. My Uncle Jim was killed in a single-car accident on Christmas Eve. My dad’s dreams got put on hold, but eventually, my family overcame the grief and life went back to normal.

A few years went by, Dad and I were sitting on the couch and he had mentioned to me about Uncle Jim and what he'd thought the cause of the accident was. Quickly, I interrupted and told dad that his thoughts were wrong. I could see the confusion in my father's eyes. I proceeded to tell him in great detail what exactly happened the night of his death. Shocked, he questioned me as to how I knew such details of my uncle's accident. I told him very plainly, because that’s what Uncle Jim told me. After the initial shock wore off, he told me from there on out not to tell anyone about what I had experienced. I remember him saying don’t tell your mom, brother, grandparents, and especially my friends. They wouldn't understand what I was talking about. He also said from here on out just come talk to him if I get any more messages, or if anything else ‘different’ happens.

Throughout my youth, I always knew I was a little different from all the other kids, I just didn't understand how. Entering into school, I realized I wasn't like most other girls. I didn't like dresses, I loved playing in the dirt and climbing trees. I was a tomboy, to say the least. So naturally, I became a horticulturist! I had many intuitive experiences in my childhood, and I just always told my dad. Looking back now, I realize my dad was tone deaf. He wore hearing aids. I sometimes wonder if he even heard half of the things I told him. I had no idea and couldn't even begin to understand what I was experiencing, and what was happening to me, but it felt right. I was one of those kids that always managed to go with the flow. It wasn't until the last few years that I finally realized not everyone hears, sees, feels, and knows the things that I do.