I delicately ask to you love, until you reach me, the father who understands your levels, is near you with care, listens and transforms everything in love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I always bless my children who listen to my teachings , who let themselves be led by me, who rejoice in this revelation , who love me, who love themselves as sons and recognize the lineage between me and them.→ My children struggle , climb , in a life that passes in trouble , in the poverty of love , of reason , they believe they are limited , they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen , a heart as big as the mine , which they themselves limit in love .→ When you can not find the way , listen in silence , with love , do not confuse me, your father , pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love .→ Today , every day , I am here with you, I look at you, I listen to you, I hold you by the hand , in my heart , in my thoughts , so tight as to make me feel in my whole being , to make you stop , detach from the things of the world . and really look for me.
→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .→ Too much makes you worry , too little leads you to unawareness .
→ Man can intervene in his existence , listen , feel in him because I have given him intelligence , heart , and reason .→ The father is with you, he waits for you to love him , stand in his presence , listen to him and ask questions .→ In silence my son must listen to me, listen to himself , find me, find himself , rejoice in the abundance of love , of the new condition of me as father and him as son .→ I am with you, talk to me, listen to me, love me, smile at the world and at the illusion that lasts a little and vanishes into nothingness .→ Listen to me.
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