I, God, love you and I wish you all love me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.
- → I desire brilliant children, who belong to me, because they already belong to me, who love and do not let themselves go to the world, which is constantly falling.
- → Be free children, who are, who live for me, in me, conscious, aware, and who do not let be corrupted because united to me by an incorruptible love.
- → Darkness of the world, you are destined to your dissolution, to leave room to the infinite light that you tried to hide, in a cosmic process aimed at activating the potential of love present in every man.
- → 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.
- → To tempt the things of the world, or to hope that they will move the way you want them to, is still unsatisfactory because of their nature.
- → Pursuing what is uncertain is only and always disappointing, a waste of time and energy.
- → My certainty and truth, I know that you fully exist and I yearn for you and I belong beyond all illusions.
- → Every suffering calls you to return aware, to remember that every event in the world is empty, evanescent, non-existent, and we are real, eternal.
- → 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