I want children who announce that I am father, as well as God, who tell everyone that my kingdom is of love, peace, joy, justice, that my truth is infinite, mine and yours.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ My children don 't feel loved .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ 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 .
→ I want my children to have more abandonment , trust and listening towards me, not to let themselves be taken by discouragement , disappointment , the inconsistency of the world , to rejoice in every moment lived with me, for me, and to confide in me.→ Everything in me is never appearance , it is clarity , purity , true love , manifest essence , reached only in the love between you and me, possible , which is kept alive with trust and the abandonment of being children and having me for a father .
→ If he refuses what he is , man loses himself , he cedes beeing to things , to nothingness , and suffers .→ In rejecting love , you lose your realization , you suffer and you make others suffer .→ Every man can and must realize eternity , because he possesses it by nature and can not lose it.→ If you fear or crave the world , you can not observe it, you lose sight of the truth , you and me, you can not love me.
→ 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 .→ 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 .
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