About Liv Lane

follow my Yellow brick road

In fifth grade, I got to play the part of Dorothy in my elementary school’s performance of The Wizard of Oz. It’s a highlight of my childhood, in part because I had always felt like I was Dorothy.

I, too, was a Midwestern girl surrounded by magic, but didn’t even realize it. There were no talking lions or tin men — but I saw spirits, talked with angels, and felt energy all around me. I figured everyone experienced the same things, until it became abundantly clear they did not.

GOING UNDERCOVER

My parents were always curious and supportive; they called me their rainbow girl. But by the time I was 9 or 10, I knew I didn’t want to be weird; I wanted to fit in. So I started hiding my connection to the Great Beyond. I didn’t tell friends I could see dead relatives around them. I didn’t tell neighbors I could feel their sadness from across the street. I didn’t tell my grandpa there was something wrong in his torso, and felt so guilty when he was diagnosed with lung cancer months later.

The older I got, the harder I tried to shut out those experiences, focusing my energy on something else that energized me: writing. I built a career out of communicating and connecting as a news writer, broadcaster, brand builder, and consultant. 

All was going well until everything fell apart; a traumatic birth with my firstborn shook me to my core. While he recovered miraculously, I tumbled into darkness. I toyed with leaving the planet, but help came just in time: a family intervention, a brilliant therapist, important medicine, and a diagnosis of postpartum depression and post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). As I slowly healed my head and heart, those intuitive, inexplicable insights and ethereal presences came rushing back, too strong to ignore or hide anymore.

I now believe that downward spiral was a divinely orchestrated attempt to wake me up and nudge me into my next chapter. 

HEAVEN HELP ME

After fighting my intuitive gifts for years, it was no longer possible. Friends told their friends, those people told other people, and soon my days were packed with a new kind of work — providing spirited guidance via individual readings, leading workshops and speaking to those searching for their sparks, and even writing a book with my bestie called Infinite Purpose.

In 2017, that work began to shift again when, much to my surprise, the angels asked that I start painting with them — a curious request for someone who’d never painted before! But, following their precise instructions, I began creating ethereal, abstract watercolor paintings and they’d deliver a corresponding message at the completion of each one. I don’t have a clue how I painted what I painted, but time and time again, I felt so honored to see how deeply people connected with what they saw and felt with each piece. 

The art had a profound impact on me, too. After being diagnosed in 2018 with a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer, the angels stood by as I faced grueling treatments and complications, holding my hand and helping me paint when I could. I could no longer conduct client sessions, but I could paint now and then; making a beautiful mess with the angels was (and still is) such good medicine for me.

A LITTLE GOOD NEWS

I am thrilled to be in remission (more details here), but that long and winding cancer journey cause me to alter my path again. I missed writing, I needed a flexible schedule as I continued to recover, and I wanted to keep lifting spirits in whatever way I could. When I asked the angels to show me how to do that, they dropped a new opportunity in my lap the very next day (I am not kidding).

So, since 2022, I’ve been working as an entertainment reporter & editor, primarily writing about kind-hearted celebs, joy-filled events, and feel-good programming. Don’t worry — the angels are still around and working their magic. Maybe someday I’ll be able to share some of the WILD ways they’ve leveraged this work and the stars I talk with to deliver profound and needed messages — sometimes to one person, sometimes to thousands. 

I have absolutely no idea what the future holds, which may sound ridiculous from someone who relies so deeply on her intuition. But I find trusting what unfolds feels much better than trying to figure it all out. If there’s anything you take from my weird and wild journey, I hope it’s this: trust what inspires you, trust you are capable, and trust there is magic in your midst.