Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Every child is desired , wanted and loved forever.→ You are part of me, a loved , desired and wanted part .→ My love overwhelms and makes you free , free to love , free in the knowledge towards me, free in joy , in a freedom that makes my children in the continuous desire to look for me, to love me, to be completely mine .→ I want you to love me at every moment of the day and night , that your gaze does not rest on me with torment or difficulty , but rest on me with love , the great love that I have placed within you.
→ I did all this for you.
→ Because I have transmitted and given to you the love of my being , you possess it, it is not impure , it is pure and it is a free love , which brings peace and justice .→ Rejoice yourselves of this love not ordered , given and free .→ 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.
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path , every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity , he knew the world , the power , the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible , because nonexistent , he looked at me, he saw that I am important , that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important , and he found me in trust and abandonment .
→ 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 .
Relative arguments