My children turn, spin, fall on the same difficulties, they can't understand, they can't comprehend my nature, the essence of God the father, this love given, which is only for all of them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ Whoever finds me, finds , reaches peace , justice , purity , full light , full love , the freedom to truly be a child who moves , acts , walks in me and in love .→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.→ This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything , in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness , of total annihilation .
→ Here is what is harmony , love , eternity , light , immortality , and absolute .→ Those who love me are clothed with light , peace , harmony , beauty , eternity , they reach awareness , a high degree of knowledge , they really feel like a son , live as a son , know that they are the son of the father , loved by the father .→ I live in eternity , I love my children continually , I approach my children , and I do not reject any of them.→ Every son must leave the world behind , what makes him unstable , confused , and deprives him of the eternity that belongs to him .
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path , every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity , he knew the world , the power , the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible , because nonexistent , he looked at me, he saw that I am important , that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important , and he found me in trust and abandonment .
→ 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 .
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