I have created you for this love between me and you in a dialogue, in a love meeting, for love, for a great project, for joy and for union.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The realized man feels himself child, loved, complete, in the light and joined to me in an union of love, sweetness, light, he recognizes me, has absolute certainty that I am his father, that he is a child, he meets me, divides everything with me, is entirely mine, he needs nothing, sees clearly and moves in a distinct way.
- → I give to you, I welcome you as children and not as sinners.
- → The beauty of love lies in this revelation between me father and you, seen as children, sprouts of the origin of God, of the father, and not as sinners.
- → You are not sinners, you are children, creatures and mine.
- → Remember in a delicate, sweet way that the father is love, he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children, love and loved ones.
- → I want you to love me, I always love you, in silence, joy and pain, I invite you to true, complete love that comes from within and shakes you hard, deep, intense.
- → Work in silence and in love.
- → While the world is fighting my children, I, the Lord God and father, do not stand by, I do not stand still, I intervene in hiding, in silence, always, every day, until I enter each of my children with love and with light.
- → Happy is the man who recognizes in hiding, in silence, the face, tenderness and sweetness of the father.
- → I show you my face in silence, hiding.
- → My son is mine, joined to me, part of me in light, in love, in harmony, in the pure awareness of me and him.
- → I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
- → You are woven into love, embraced by love, part of me and a big part as I am in love.
- → My children are mine, part of me and the best part of me.
Relative arguments