Every cell, every particle of your body is love, woven into love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My kingdom is certain, founded on the certainty, the love, the unity, the harmony, the peace, the understanding, the delicacy, it is gift of God father, the most high, given not with orders or commands, which starts from me, infinite, light and love.
- → I can love you everywhere, but love is uncertain in bodies, in sensations, in what is temporary, it is certain in what is eternal.
- → Observe your brothers with my love, as eternal souls, at worst lost in the world, not as bodies, distinguish the eternal and the insubstantial.
- → The world, the body and the mind collaborate in producing the experience of mutability and dragging man into the unawareness of eternity.
- → If you don't face it, the illusion of the world and the body robs you of awareness of you and me, enslaves you and crushes you with pain.
- → Guilt and fragility belong to the world and the body, they do not belong to the divine nature with which you were created.
- → In the divine plan of the development of love, pain is a considerable component which tends to activate the search for its overcoming, the necessity of awakening.
- → If you consider what you want in the world to be true or primary, if you try to control and condition what happens, you end up suffering a lot, because you cannot control the world.
- → Let the world go its own way, towards nothingness, according to its destiny, not to waste time and energy in trying to conquer it, possess it, save it or enjoy it more than much.
- → In this world, material logic imposes itself on man before he is able to defend himself, but it is subjected to destruction, and this painful bond pushes man to seek beyond.
- → The world imposes considerable limits and illusions on you, which you must experience and which one day will appear to you for what they are, little, nothing, a game compared to what I give you.
- → This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything, in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness, of total annihilation.
- → Nothing in the world is worth as much as being with me, the ambiguous and the true have nothing in common, they are strangers.
- → The cosmic illusion continually attacks you through all that of it to which you attach yourself, beginning with the body, yet this illusion, however great it may be, can do nothing to you.
Relative arguments