I am Giorgelina Zioli and I will read from my memoirs and the magical world of my inner child and God.
Higher Intelligence and the Inner Child.
A memoir by an old soul.
As a child I felt like an adult.
As an adult I feel like a and I had no idea of what they meant.
One day in my early 50s a stuffed little monkey smiled at me from a windowsill and there it was.
Love at first sight.
Monkey came into my life and changed it forever.
The next thing I know I'm carrying monkey in my arms around the house and into the world.
I didn't know it then.
Through monkey I had finally connected to my inner child.
I would take monkey to my therapy sessions with Stuart.
Monkey's irresistible smile would make me explode in laughter pulling me out of my despair.
Soon I became addicted to stuffed animals.
I would see them in the store.
They touched my heart.
I would feel them calling me.
I had to get them.
I just had to.
My stuffed animals,
The guys as we called them,
Were parts of me and were there to help me.
That's what Stuart said and he was right.
It was through my adorable stuffed animals that I learned to love myself.
Holding them and hugging them in tears during therapy sessions I would feel a level of comfort that I couldn't find anywhere else.
It looked like I was holding them.
In reality they were holding me.
They were me.
I was holding myself.
Never underestimate the power of stuffed animals.
For many months the guys remained silent and one day they began yapping away through my writing.
My stuffed animals know things I don't know.
My stuffed animals speak great wisdom and great joy.
My stuffed animals carry my inner child,
My wounded child,
My happy child,
My wise child,
My tender child,
My funny child.
My stuffed animals love my inner child.
They adore her.
They play with her.
When she cries they comfort her.
They offer her their tiny hunkies.
When her tears are like an ocean the guys bring their buckets.
Pass the bucket,
Pass the bucket,
They say.
My stuffed animals carry God for God holds my tears.
My stuffed animals love me and I love them unconditionally.
My magical world of stuffed animals is not a world of fantasy.
It is a world in another dimension.
A dimension in which pieces of me that have been buried finally find a voice.
My stuffed animals bring back the voice of my silent inner child because with them I feel safe.
My magical world exists in a dimension where the childhood I never had exploded into existence and became a holy ground for healing.
My stuffed animals carry my innocence,
The innocence of the child within.
It is from the place of innocence that I connect with God.
The innocence within restores the connection with God.
A reading from the way out part one unstuck.
A memoir by an old soul.
May you find the path to healing,
The path to peace and contentment and strength and courage and joy.
It can be done.
If I could do it,
So can you.
I can't breathe,
I can't breathe.
Your lungs are breathing but your soul is not,
The doctor said.
And God said to me,
What do you need,
Jay?
What do you need so that your soul can breathe?
What do I need so that my soul can breathe?
What are the needs of my soul?
My soul needs poetry and beauty and truth and gentleness and giggles and giggles,
Say the guys.
Yes,
My soul needs giggles.
And God said,
Is there anything else you need,
Baby?
I need to hear that you love me,
I replied.
And God said,
I love you,
Jay.
I always have.
I always will.
Forever and ever.
