I want children that love me with light and love, because to love me is light and love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → My children now understand this condition, they do not see me as the owner, they see me as a father, as God who loves them and as a spirit that enlightens them in love.
- → Father's face lights up and rejoices in that condition.
- → I, the Lord God, speak to my children in silence, in joy, in sadness, continuously, with strength, and I wait for the brave ones who love me.
- → Man needs to understand this love, my love, his love, can do it in silence, can not do it in a world full of noise, vanity, appearance, seduction, which makes him prisoner of a sick and not existent love.
- → If you look in silence you will understand more importantly, what completes your existence, that apparent envelope which inebriates, imprisons you into an iniquitous and failing system.
- → Stop and listen in the silence of life.
- → In the world my children fight to affirm themselves, to fulfill themselves in love, they discover that I, the father, am there for them, with them, in hiding, in silence, they can see me, they find a light that is first small, then large, dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone.
- → I know that in every man there is a need to find a reason for thinking, seeking, achieving, accomplishing a purpose, knowing me, finding love, truth, true good, absolute, me, a reason for living and loving.
- → Your need for peace, love and truth has always been a need for me, but you didn't know that before.
- → The announcement, the revelation, the need to know and love tell man to direct his choice towards me.
- → Observe your need, desire and love of truth.
Relative arguments