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
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price , because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love .→ The work I want you to do for me is that you work without getting tired for my kingdom , for my announcement , to dedicate yourselves to my word and to my listening , which is the greatest treasure for every man .→ Look at me, listen to me when I call you by name , whenever you can 't deal with situations , you lose control of every action , in every need .→ If you look for me in love , you think of me, you listen to me, in love you will find me and you, there will be no more difficulties and disturbances .
→ 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.→ In donating be altruistic , do not expect reward , be happy not to have anything in return , expect in return eternal love , that I always give you.→ The knowledge of the contrast between my omnipotent and loving nature , and the enormous malignancy of the cosmos , shows you what I have given you from the beginning , my nature .→ Seeing me in others regardless of their awareness is an immense gift , a high degree of truth , a seeing what is beyond the illusions of the world .→ The world imposes considerable limits and illusions on you, which you must experience and which one day will appear to you for what they are , little , nothing , a game compared to what I give you.
→ The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists .→ Stay away from the flattery , the illusions of the world , from what the world sows , from what corrupts you and makes you weak .→ My children are in charge of weights , burdens that oppress them everywhere , making them seduced , enraged , and attracted to nonexistent things .→ The preciousness , the wonder of my love for my children , is not deceptive , false , it is true and does not disappoint .→ This is the love that makes us meet , revealed , not illusory , in the fullness that I give to my children .
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