Venia Dimension: An exceptional psychic in my family

By Giorgio Cozzi

Spoleto is a beautiful town of Roman origin. From the village on the plain, go up to the Rocca, where the oldest part is found with the Duomo and the historic buildings. The hill of Spoleto connects with a hill in front through a very high Roman bridge, scene of so many suicides. One day a little girl walks along the road that surrounds the top of the hill and looks towards the bridge, as she had done on so many other occasions, but that time will remain etched forever in her mind.
Suddenly, in fact, a woman climbs onto the wall, right in the central point where there is an arch that allows you to admire the interior valley.
It is a moment, then the woman throws herself into the void. The astonished little girl observes the scene as if it were taking place in slow motion and sees that body split, one falls fast, the other, white and milky, falls gently, distancing itself more and more, then settles on the woman's lifeless body, smashed after a flight of seventy meters. Finally, it flies upwards and dissolves.
The little girl runs to warn the people of the village of what happened, but only to her family tells what she saw, because she knows that she would not have been believed, as had happened for so many other things that only she could see.
The lived experience, therefore, kept her for herself and for the limited circle of people who knew of the special qualities she had revealed since she was a child. When she talked to me about it she was already a mother of three children, a spiritual researcher, an experienced psychic.

Giorgio Cozzi lives in Milan where he works as a senior trainer in a multinational organization.

Traduzione di Raimondo Ferrario

EDIZIONI ITALIANA                                         ENGLISH VERSION
GOLEM LIBRI                                                  PASSERINO EDITORE
                                                                            
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TRADUZIONE DI RAIMONDO FERRARIO

• Language: English
• Publisher: Passerino
• Release date: Mar 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9788835386193

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Preface

Spoleto is a beautiful town of Roman origin. From the village on the plain, go up to the Rocca, where the oldest part is found with the Duomo and the historic buildings. The hill of Spoleto connects with a hill in front through a very high Roman bridge, scene of so many suicides.

One day a little girl walks along the road that surrounds the top of the hill and looks towards the bridge, as she had done on so many other occasions, but that time will remain etched forever in her mind.

Suddenly, in fact, a woman climbs onto the wall, right in the central point where there is an arch that allows you to admire the interior valley.

It is a moment, then the woman throws herself into the void.

The astonished little girl observes the scene as if it were taking place in slow motion and sees that body split, one falls fast, the other, white and milky, falls gently, distancing itself more and more, then settles on the woman's lifeless body, smashed after a flight of seventy meters. Finally, it flies upwards and dissolves.

The little girl runs to warn the people of the village of what happened, but only to her family tells what she saw, because she knows that she would not have been believed, as had happened for so many other things that only she could see.

The lived experience, therefore, kept her for herself and for the limited circle of people who knew of the special qualities she had revealed since she was a child.

When she talked to me about it she was already a mother of three children, a spiritual researcher, an experienced psychic.

Childhood

Venia was born at the stroke of New Year's midnight, with a special feature: with the camicia [1] , so much so that in the Umbrian town of origin, where the camicia (i.e. the amniotic sac) was called the veil of the Madonna they talked about it. This event, in fact, being extremely rare, was interpreted as an omen.

From a very young age, Venia showed particular behavior. For example, she remained for a long time staring at the sun, as if in a hypnotic state, and there was no way to distract her from that position, but since she merely stayed there good and quiet, her parents let her do (as they told me).

Venia, on the other hand, explained to me that she concentrated on the sun because she went into a trance, and so she could see her spiritual guide, the Guide who came to take her and took her to another dimension to learn so many things. She revealed to me that they were the most beautiful experiences of her life.

Venia was slow to talk, indeed she didn't talk at all, so much so that her parents worried about that silence, almost a reluctance to utter a word. However, as they explained to me, she could make herself very well understood and always seemed to sense their intentions.

Then one day, out of the blue, she began to speak fluently without the slightest problem. The thing surprised the most, but the parents were now accustomed to such oddities.

Venia told me that as a child she could not understand why to communicate, people made so much noise, when it was so simple to do it mentally.

At the time of the school (it was in the second decade of the last century) Venia became aware of her diversity and became progressively more prudent. She therefore stopped pronouncing phrases such as: Mother, the teacher is ill: she has the red donuts!, or: Mom, that school friend of mine will die: she has all the black donuts! (forecasts that, unfortunately, never failed ...). [2]

Also in that period the little Venia told her mother: Do you see the moon? One day the men will go up there!, You know mom, there will be a terrible war that will make millions of deaths ..., One day there will be a device that will show things far away in all homes. To these and other predictions the mother tended not to give much weight, knowing the child's imagination. Over time, however, she would change her mind.

Venia was able to perceive people's thoughts and foresaw events that actually occurred. This way of being caused rumors to spread about her special faculties, so much so that the affair also began to concern the Church. Monsignor Cesare Boccoleri, Bishop of Terni and Narni, who had taught in the seminary in Chiavari (a city that will play an important role in the future of Venia), became interested when he learned that Don Luigi Cannella had often talked to the girl , wanting to know the content of her visions in order to be able to compare it with his own notions, and that on such occasions the child had repeatedly corrected him, certain that things were as she claimed and not as the priest claimed. Venia never told me the details of those conversations, but explained to me that they concerned existence, spirituality, religious conventions and his view of the world and nature, as well as the priest's personal problems.

The bishop, therefore, informed by Don Cannella, invited the child to approach the Church and choose the monastic way, but Venia refused: she wanted to be wife and mother, she wanted to live her own earthly experience differently from what was envisaged by the religious institution.

It was then that, determined to live a normal life, Venia relaxed the tension towards that other world of which she had experienced and reduced her mental or spiritual attentions to adapt to the social context to which she felt she belonged. From time to time she still happened to make predictions, to perceive the thoughts or intentions of others or to know things that happened in faraway places, but to all this she no longer attributed the weight and the importance so exclusive that they had characterized her early childhood.

Later Venia would tell me several other episodes of which she had memory. The most interesting was even from before birth.

I was a particle of light, sparkling in the sparks. Suddenly I felt myself being dragged down into the matter and I said to myself: this time I must remember it well...

She was convinced that there was a chain of existences, which, however, she conceived in somewhat different terms compared to conventional beliefs about reincarnation.

Once, he told me, to convince my mother of what I claimed about my world, I reminded her of an event that occurred to her while she was pregnant with me. She was surprised because she had never talked to anyone about it; only she knew and my father, and when I reminded them of a particular specific (a charming ribbon on her nightgown, which my father had torn off commenting that it was ‘cocotte things’), then they believed me.

One day, while they were talking about a small hole I had on my thigh, I reminded them that it was Dad giving it to me, in an attempt to remove a pimple that had grown at that point. They didn't remember it, but I who always have had memory of everything, yes.

Another fact that had remained in her memory was the following. One day, when she was still a young girl, she was playing in front of the church of San Tommaso and at a certain point her mother silenced her, saying that the father of a young man who had contracted epidemic typhus and was very ill was coming.

Instinctively Venia ran to get a rose on the altar and handed it to that sad dad, saying it was for his