If you forget love, the fact that I love you and you are made to love, then the painful illusion of the world takes over you and possesses you.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children finally need me and my love, to whisper "father, we love you", to spend every single day, instant and moment of love for me.
- → At the moment of rising of negative thoughts, think of me, who am love and truth.
- → Now I am here for you, for this long-loving part.
- → Announce that the lord loves all his children, does not exclude you from the kingdom of his love, daily brings you and holds you into his heart of father.
- → Time is also love.
- → Think also for a moment that you are never alone, that the father is with you, keeps you, that you are very precious.
- → Happy are those who live in my presence, enlightened, who acknowledge my blessings and my graces, which I work every day with love.
- → This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.
- → Now revelation is something wonderful for those who, in addition to experiencing, have full conviction of themselves and me.
- → This knowledge of oneself and me already exists in my child, is forgotten and removed.
- → My children who are not yet completely in the light, who see little light, climb, wander around the world in search of light, love, are in search of themselves, of me, of the meaning of their existence and life.
- → Blessed is he who knows me, loves me and understands me, for he finds his authentic self and can destroy the false images of himself and of me that the world has imposed on him.
- → The world in which you believe you are living is only an illusion, it does not really exist, forever, it is an ephemeral kingdom, empty, subject to destruction.
- → What is destined for nothing is already nothing, it has the nature of nothingness, it is worth zero.
- → What is eternal has infinite value, and can and must be aware of it.
- → Every man has infinite nature and if he is not aware he suffers enormously.
- → The unconscious is a slave to nothing, wanders into nothing, but only temporarily.
Relative arguments