Lianne Downey's Blog

You can’t go wrong by listening to your Inner Advisors! This year’s Kentucky Derby reminded me of the year a flash of inspiration sent me—and my college roommates—blindly traveling hundreds of miles on a “whim,” where by “pure chance” we witnessed one of the most extraordinary events in horse racing. Decades went by before I understood that the inner prompting on that cold night in Lansing, Michigan, came from Those I now refer to as my Cosmic CoAuthors. It was early in May, 1973…

Have you thought about what your heaven will look like? At my age, there’s no shortage of friends and family on the other side or getting ready for that final passage. But a recent reviewer of my sci fi suspense novel, Perception, made me pause over this question. I realized that when I write about higher-dimensional worlds, that’s what many people would call Heaven. And my concept probably differs from yours.

Happy May Day 2024! Did you leave May baskets on your neighbors’ doorsteps? Ring the bell and run away? It’s an old custom we love. But in this time of digital social connections, we’re taking it as a day to celebrate our fledgling urban food forest.

I’ve never before shared this piece of my personal history on social media, but current headlines about Israel’s war of vengeance on Gaza has pressed me to break my silence.

In 1980, I married an American citizen who was born in Beirut. We lived in San Francisco, enjoying a terrifically fun, loving, and educational life. Educational for me, because I grew up in the Midwest, where Arab exchange students were a thing to be feared while I walked the campus at Michigan State. Or so I’d been told....

While researching my upcoming novel (title TBD but it will be Book 1 in the Psychics & Aliens series), I read extensively about the U.S. government’s remote viewing experiments back in the late 20th century.

When I saw this morning that a Marine Corps F-35 fighter jet was lost over the weekend—I mean literally, they don’t know where to find the multimillion dollar aircraft, partly because it’s composed of stealth materials—I immediately thought of a passage I include in my novel, based on re...

My reincarnation novel, Cosmic Dancer, has a new cover design! And it's available in hardcover for the first time, as well as paperback and ebook. Our favorite visionary artist, Roslynn E. Moore, supplied the cosmic ballerina and butterfly.  The new version also features more sketches inside (by me). Actually, I stole them from Marta/Amelia’s diary as she navigates the challenges of her psychic awakening. It's Magical Realism meets Ballet Fiction...

Because I often write about his work and his influence on my thinking, one of my blog readers in India asked me, "Who is Ernest L. Norman?"  Here's a brief, personalized biography of this visionary scientist and author whom I never met but whose books changed my life in wonderful ways. And still do.

Because I often write about his work and his influence on my thinking, one of my blog readers in India asked me, "Who is Ernest L. Norman?"  Here's a brief, personalized biography of this visionary scientist and author whom I never met but whose books changed my life in wonderful ways. And still do.

Last Friday, the day before an event in Charlottesville, Virginia, which may soon bring down a President, a total stranger and I experienced a profound moment that made the next day’s clashes that much more horrifying, and yet, gave us an insight into how the country might heal.It’s not your usual rhetoric from social scientists, as helpful as that might be. Our solution is what you might consider “out there” in terms of its underlying philosophy. But if this stranger and I could see, feel, an...

For months now we’ve been learning from a pair of Northern Harrier hawks nesting near our three townhouse balconies, which overlook the San Diego River Gorge. Hawk totem. Teaching us how to be fierce in our creative commitments.Whoosh! I was standing on the small balcony outside our bedroom when from behind the wall on my left swooped a v-shaped pair of gray wings that soared up into a tall eucalyptus, about four trees to my right. A few minutes later, I saw him soar back with a stick held per...