I, the Lord God, look at you, protect you, hug you with love, I am immense greatness and love, present here, alive, loving, in love with you and to love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I, the Lord God , look at you, protect you, hug you with love , I am immense greatness and love , present here , alive , loving , in love with you and to love .→ When you choose I look at you and I want you to choose me every day .→ Today , every day , I am here with you, I look at you, I listen to you, I hold you by the hand , in my heart , in my thoughts , so tight as to make me feel in my whole being , to make you stop , detach from the things of the world . and really look for me.→ I look at you, teach to you to live and instruct you.
→ My children are fought , struggling in the vanity of confusion , not living in intelligence , living in misery , wandering in places , thoughts that do not exist , that they can not recognize , because every day the world seduces , fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile .→ Every day their life breaks apart , because they do not want to recognize what is visible and nonexistent .→ The road to the world was difficult , hard , because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin , what was important .→ My children must recognize the poverty , the misery of the world , which hurts them, look inside themselves , wonder who they are , where they come from, who they belong to, who I am , what our relationship is , look at the world , what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak , fragile , without resources .
→ Dear sons , seek love , goodness , peace and you will find me, flourish , do not let yourselves wither , shine , do not let yourselves be obscured , love continually , live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world , which leads into darkness .→ The children of light feel confident , aware of the light that invades them continuously , of their identity , of my identity , of that revelation , and live happy with me.→ I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful , contradictory , apparently continuous temporality .
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