The children I have created are driven to know eternity, to reach eternity by experiencing the world, the flesh, all the absurd conditions, situations, choices that the world has imposed in a hard, impatient and cruel way.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Dedicating oneself to me, looking out to love , is the goal , the achievement that every man is deluding to find where it does not exist , in dark visible , in what is absolute void , incomprehension , inconsistency , ignorance .→ 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 .→ What is relative , the world is temporary , deceptive , intentionally false , it must be understood for what it is , it must not be loved , desired , overestimated , it must be let go , it must be seen as non-existent , illusory and not feared .→ I invite you to understand that you are not of this world , that I, God , exist , I am perfect , omnipotent , I love you, I have destined you to eternal joy in my world , with me, in full awareness of the truth .
→ Turn to me with jolts of love not small , swaying , fast , overwhelming , shattering even your life , which I have given you.→ Because I have transmitted and given to you the love of my being , you possess it, it is not impure , it is pure and it is a free love , which brings peace and justice .→ You already possess the eternal love that I have for you and I have given abundantly , with love and joy .→ I am a father , I perform wonders every day , I give in abundance , I do not stop , I work continuously .→ This is the love that makes us meet , revealed , not illusory , in the fullness that I give to my children .
→ 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 .
Relative arguments