I always bless my children who listen to my teachings, who let themselves be led by me, who rejoice in this revelation, who love me, who love themselves as sons and recognize the lineage between me and them.
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 am with you, talk to me, listen to me, love me, smile at the world and at the illusion that lasts a little and vanishes into nothingness .→ I think of everything , you know I can do it, you've already tried it, you've had great , unexpected results doing little or nothing , and everything calmly .→ If you can understand this, even in relation to you every temporary phenomenon is worth zero , you too is absolute , eternal , infinite .→ Everything and nothingness are good and evil , they work before you, one to love you and the other to seduce you.→ There is nothing you can do to become my son , you can only know that you are , because you have always been and always will be , but you can forget it.
Relative arguments