Now I, the Lord and Father, have known all that the world and the flesh has done to every one of my sons, I have seen and canceled all the pain that my sons have experienced in the world, the struggles of my sons for what they believed in the world, but it was not important.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ What surrounds you is vain , confused , unclear and disordered .→ What belongs to the world neglects eternal things , immortal for me, which are not eternal , are not immortal for the world , it is vanity , illusory , it neglects my son , love , thought , good , justice , peace , involves my son with insistence , takes away my son 's reason , heart , harasses my son in thought , heart , reason , makes my son possess things that first seem beautiful in appearance , then turn out to be empty , poor .
→ Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads , does not recognize his and my identity , possesses a not vain , great love , throws himself into extreme choices , lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel , he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father , the love between father and son , he is clouded by something apparent , which is fixed deeply in his thoughts , in his memory , he is unable to work for my kingdom , for himself , not he knows what possesses him and harms him .
→ The world is a fictitious building , based on selfishness , that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children , identity , love and thoughts .→ Among my children , someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts , they love nonexistent platforms , vain , useless things of the world , they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts .
→ 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 .→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man , and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent , in a poverty which has relation with the anger , the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity .→ 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 .
→ 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 .→ Leave and let them go .→ Come to me, let go of the world , its compromises , its ambiguities , its doubts and traps .
Relative arguments