I want children that love me with light and love, because to love me is light and love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Step by step, day by day, I proclaim to you love, the Gospel, the need, the desire to see children who live in love, in harmony, in the joy of being children, who love, who do not give up, tenacious, who act in a pure and intelligent way.
- → The Lord God has spoken, he has listened, he has loved, he continues to love and generates love.
- → I want you children to love me sweetly, continuously, acting and developing in love.
- → I want to love you all the time and that is what I do.
- → I am the Lord God, especially the father, who speaks gently and continuously.
- → I am the master, the father, the highest and I love immediately and continuously.
- → I love continuously, now, immediately and always.
- → Fatigue, torment and pester yourselves gently for me.
- → I desire children, I do not desire ghosts, weak, fragile men, without love, disappointed, deceived, insecure, afraid of loving and being loved.
- → I am not cruel, a God who has rancor and sorrow.
- → My substance is pure and eternal.
- → I wish you precious, special, loved children, I wish you to know me, pass through every doubt with love, making your life clear, pure, joyful to love me, your father and God.
- → Pure and without bounds freedom makes them children.
- → I, the Lord, am infinite beauty, wisdom, pure light, shining, the splendor of the living, of every living, gentle relief, the one who searches the depths of the soul, almighty, eternal, just and source of living water.
- → When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves, to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more, I, the Lord, present myself, call you by name and ask you for love.
- → From you I do not want torments, judgments, empty words, confused, throwing here and there in the world, I want words that go beyond the sound, calling me father and dad.
- → I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
- → I delicately ask to you love, until you reach me, the father who understands your levels, is near you with care, listens and transforms everything in love.
Relative arguments