CLOUD NINE

Finally! Kepler is out with a new thriller, Stalker.

Holly Molly, they are better than ever. Normally I am not afraid when I am reading, but Holly Macaroni my heart is beating. This is a page-turner.

And a wonderful person sent the book to me. Without a note, without anything....she knew the book was the best message ever,

Thank you Helen Berg, Sweden.

WEEKLY COLUMN IN Swedish Magazine Nara

                                                CAN YOU TALK WITH DEAD ANIMALS?

My weekly column in Magazine Nara

Pa Svenska Klicka Har Min Kronika i Tidningen Nara

Part 1,

“Can you really get in touch with animals who have crossed over to the other side?”  It is a question I am often asked.  Of course we can!

Animals also have a soul, one that wanders to another dimension.  The first time I wrote about having contact with the other side was in my first book "Listen When Animals Talk (2000)."  My beloved horse had crossed over to the other side.  My grief was immense.

I went to a woman to get a body massage.  She (Annika) and I had several times talked about a different kind of body therapy that she worked with, Body Harmony!

My curiosity was piqued.  Annika told me what to do: Relax and breathe calmly.  If I saw any pictures I could talk about them out loud to her.  I did not understand what it was that I saw, spirituality had not made ​​its appearance in my life at that point.

Suddenly, I saw and experienced something far greater that I could have imagined.  The images I saw proved to me that there is an animals' paradise.

I fell into a kind of daze, my body felt light.  I floated up even though I lay perfectly still.  My breathing became deeper and deeper. My consciousness was reduced to only being. Suddenly, a black and white stallion showed up behind my closed eyes. He was pretty, proud and inspired confidence. He galloped and had control over all the other horses galloping around in a crescent.  We were in a valley where the grass was green and lush; I was even able to see the dew drops on every blade of grass. Eventually, my old horse Sigge came along last.  He limped. I felt myself tighten my muscles, I sensed his presence, and I screamed; “He is still limping!!”

I woke up sweaty and confused. I looked into the woman's eyes that were calmly trying to get me to breathe easier. "You find it easy to capture other people's energy patterns. What you got to experience here was another dimension of the animals, where they return after their life here on earth."

It's a wonderful place that exists for all of our animals when they are finished here on earth.  A place where the colors are more intense and tranquility vibrates peacefully.  A place of love without pain.  A true paradise!

That's eternal Amore!

Feeling Forgotten

Helping organizations, foundations or someone, is a wonderful thing. Volunteering for a worthy cause is a blessing. It should be a wonderful feeling to go on with in life, knowing that you helped in something noble or important. But I have noticed that many persons want something in return. Not only a thank you... but more!

I spoke to a coach last summer, to get some ideas how I could make people do more for the AWL foundation. She told me that many people would expect something in return. Could I have a little party for them, give them presents, give them something that would make them feel special?

My mother apparently knew this all along. She never ask(ed) anyone for help, she always said "They always expect something from you in return!"

When I finished my second book I thanked people in the book and it was with anxiety that I would possibly forget someone. Or, would I thank someone that later on in life I would come to dislike or who would disappoint me? (Well that happened, pumpkin!) My former fiance was angry because he didn't get thanked higher up on the page.

When I started the foundation (1999) Animals Without Limits, there were some people who donated or helped the AWL, and in return wanted me to communicate with their pets. At that time it was nearly impossible since I had up to 2 years of waiting list, and it felt so wrong to push the ones that had been waiting even further back on the list.

And today, I am afraid that someone will feel forgotten, or not feeling thanked enough (Please send me an e mail if that is the case, it is not ridiculous. For me that is important to know).

I wish I could give you all presents, but a small comfort for you maybe is; the dogs are the one receiving the gifts.

And that is AWL Amore goal number one.