Animals and Children
Sunday, February 5, 2012
AWL COMMAND RECOGNIZED IN NAPOLI
Sunday, November 27, 2011
WEEKLY COLUMN IN TIDNINGEN NARA
My weekly column i the Magazine NARA. Friday, November 18, 2011
WEEKLY COLUMN IN TIDNINGEN NARA
Saturday, November 12, 2011
SASSI OUR WONDERDOG, FULL OF LOVE
You can read about Sassi in earlier blogs about how her owner rescued her, starved her, then abandonen her to AWL.Thursday, November 10, 2011
COLUMN IN SWEDISH MAGAZINE NARA
My weekly column in the Swedish Magazine Nara. A journey from 1999 to now with the birth of Animals Without Limits by a little dying dog. Hope you will enjoy the story. My first encounter with street dogs occurred many years ago in Sofia, Bulgaria. Two dark brown eyes would change my life and many others' lives. I worked full time as an animal communicator and often flew around Europe to various clients. I had my own office on the well-known Gardet in Stockholm, and the waiting list for my services was long. But something in my heart did not feel quite right and no matter how hard I tried to explain the feelings, my friends didn’t understand what I meant. "You've got it all! You are already changing many lives! " they said.
By a "coincident" I flew over a weekend to a world conference down in Sofia, Bulgaria. The subject was the sterilization and castration of stray dogs. I had no expectations or hopes since I had no knowledge in that subject. Inspired by the lecturers and the participants knowledge that they shared something suddenly began bubbling inside me.
Later that evening we were a few who would go out to eat. I went in advance out to the street, suddenly it was like someone touched my soul and held on. My eyes were drawn into a dark entrance staircase, where two dark brown eyes searched mine. A street dog hunted my eyes, he conveyed that he needed help. He could not walk, but there was nothing self-pitying from his side, more a kind of waiting. No despair, but more patience in him.
There was something big behind the chestnut-colored eyes, a wisdom I had never seen before even though I had met hundreds of dogs previously. It felt as if I had been there for several minutes, but it was only for seconds.
Suddenly something snapped inside me, I sobbed over my despair that I could not take him with me. I could not take him to a vet, could not even find a home for him. The only thing I could do was listening to his story, and then turn my back on him.
My heart was broken, the hopelessness of abandoning someone who needed help. I had only experienced security at home in Sweden, never before had I seen this side of life.
I ran up to my room at the hotel and cried for hours. I did not want to go out. Later that night I took out pen and paper and began to write. On 23 October 1999, on my 36th birthday, Animals Without Limits was born, on that hotel floor. Thanks to a stranger's soul that had communicated with my soul. A seed within me began to germinate, and since that day we (AWL) have been able to help thousands of injured, stray dogs.
Angels are working in different disguises toward different souls. When we open up our subconscious, we meet our teachers. That's Amore!
Friday, November 4, 2011
MY WEEKLY COLUMN IN MAGAZINE NARA
My weekly column is about humans and animals in harmony with Universe. How music can affect us and animals. Nothing new under the sun, but my experience in real life am I sharing with you readers. Hope you like it.Friday, September 30, 2011
MY COLUMN FOR THE WEEK IN THE SWEDISH MAGAZINE NARA
Via street dogs' eyes, I experience a world I would like to enjoy more in my own reality. When I enter the hospice grounds our clients are calm. They are like mini-Buddhists waiting for me, tranquil and calm in their souls.
When I sit down to meditate they put themselves in a half-moon around me. Serenity washes over me, they convey a place of wisdom and grace.
My beloved daughter is 6 years old and you readers have read in many previous columns about her medium capacity. I never talk about the other side, or angels, but I follow her stories.
When we lived in Italy she always talked about “sister Erika” who was with her everywhere and that she lived at the great mountain far away. It was always a security for Olivia.
We have now moved to Germany and new experiences and friends wash over her. One day when I picked her up from the first grade, she was very sad. Comforting, I bended down on my knee and asked what was wrong. "Sister Erika is not with me anymore"
Quietly, I asked her “why not?”
"Sister Erika is helping many others and I do not have her phone number."
When we got home we sat on the floor and I told Olivia that we would call “wireless” with our thoughts. We closed our eyes and after a while, I said some numbers out load. We sat in silence for what seemed like a long glorious moment when I suddenly hear Olivia exclaim, "She's here! Thank you mom you found her phone number!”
Next morning it was a more straight-backed and emboldened little girl walking across the schoolyard with her pink backpack.
Liebe Amore!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
WEEKLY COLUMN IN MAGAZINE NARA
This weeks column is about humans abandoned animals and then blaming the mess on God. Or they will turn the other check away scared of maybe meting the person in the future.Responsibility and Commitment is a weak vein in the humans body.
Read the column and you can have it translated by google. That's Amore help!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
A SPARKLING EVENT FOR MANY DIAMONDS
Saturday, March 26, 2011
MITRAS ARTZI PICTURES

AWL cannot wait to have her taking pictures of the clients in their Paradizo Casa dell'Amore!
Take a journey through her artzi work, Mitra Talarman We love her! Amore in art!
