My love, the illusion of the world gives more evil than good.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → 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.
- → This path leads man to his real fullness, to minimize the world and any harmful conditioning.
- → Know that I exist with all fullness of good, I am here present, I love you and I belong to you as you belong to me.
- → For the good of all, announce me, tell them the fullness of my love, not to fear me, to see and contrast the illusion of the world.
- → In the inevitable and unpleasant experience of uncertainty, of temporariness, of contradiction, you can conceive a state of greater fullness as a lack or necessity.
Relative arguments