Now the son feels and lives every moment in love, because he has really known me in love, he is convinced, in awareness, in realization, my son, he understands me, the love he has inside and outside.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ The father is the knowledge , the purest essence , the love which involves and makes free every my child .→ My thoughts for you are pure love .→ My spirit , being and love is pure.→ This is pure soul , harmony , light and knowledge of love .→ The book of life is based on love , on light , it is pure spirit of my essence in love .→ I, the Lord , give light , love , am security , clarity and pure harmony .
→ My children are fought , struggling in the vanity of confusion , not living in intelligence , living in misery , wandering in places , thoughts that do not exist , that they can not recognize , because every day the world seduces , fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile .→ Every day their life breaks apart , because they do not want to recognize what is visible and nonexistent .→ The road to the world was difficult , hard , because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin , what was important .→ My children must recognize the poverty , the misery of the world , which hurts them, look inside themselves , wonder who they are , where they come from, who they belong to, who I am , what our relationship is , look at the world , what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak , fragile , without resources .
→ 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.
Relative arguments