I love you all.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I am always with you, always.
- → Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
- → 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.
- → I participate in all that you live in the world, your joys and your sorrows.
- → All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
Recurrences in the text
- → I, the Lord God, speak and I am your everything.
- → I am freedom, truth, joy, pure, true and authentic love.
- → My love for you and yours for me makes sense.
- → My leafs are the frame of existence and light.
- → Love will reach every being of my children on earth and will lead my every child to me.
- → I can tenderly fill every vacuum of your life and die.
- → I love you all.
- → I am always with you, always.
- → I turn to all my children with the look of a father.
- → 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.
- → Show everywhere everyone my face and my word.
- → Walk in the light and in the love as I yet do.
- → The beauty of the announcement is knowing me, yourselves, the love, that I am everything to you and you are everything to me.
- → I, the Lord God, speak and say to my children that they are mine in all.
- → Happy are those who live in me and for me, for the love that they have for me and I have for them.
- → Every my gesture is of a father.
- → With my delicacy and tenderness I shake every son.
- → Announce the good news to everyone.
Relative arguments