I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Through this experience of pain , disappointment , illusion , deception , nagging , worry , fear , the man , the son , understands , recognizes that he does not live free , he lives as a slave .
→ I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light , in the joy , in the love , in this revelation , created by me, recognized by me in the joy , in the pain , in the certainty , in the uncertainty , in the fears , in fragility , in abandonment to me and always.
→ In search of love over time , the divine being becomes corrupted and materialized , then recovers what he had lost , enriching himself in multiplicity .→ All the game in the world , all the power of illusion tries to influence what you believe , your way of knowing , but it can not change your nature .→ To attach oneself to the world , to try to know and possess that which you cannot , generate pain , the oblivion of oneself , the enslavement to that which is by nature inferior .→ The relationship with the temporary always has a certain difficulty , if you want certainty you have to look beyond the temporary and I hope you do soon .→ If you are distracted by too many and ambiguous intermediate elements , you cultivate pain , you do not seek , you do not understand the initial , final , unique and present cause .
→ Now every piece of your life is crushed , you live a life broken by hate , falsity , seduction , vanity , by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children .→ 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 .→ I participate in all that you live in the world , your joys and your sorrows .→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty , lacking , and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world .
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ I, the love , am there , even if you do not estimate , if you do not understand this love , in not thinking of me, in non-silence , troubled in the ways of the world , on wrong paths , involved in an egoistic , confused , unclear , not limpid love , in the most desperate , intricate , with no way out situations .→ 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 .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
→ Observe the world , until you understand its painful , conditioned , subject to destruction , uncertain and ambiguous nature .→ Find me as something completely different from the world , necessary for being , for knowing , fullness of being , of truth , of knowledge and love .→ Then you can see who you are , how close you are to me and we belong together .→ Desiring or practicing forgiveness or balance in difficulties overcomes the conditioning of the world .
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