I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.

→ Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.

→ Everything will be realized if you learn to know this useless, overbearing vanity, this traps, if you can look at me with the eyes of love, if you recognize what is inside your essence, me as master, father, God, and above all the love I have for you.

→ 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.
→ Many enclosures, difficulties and confusions arise in the thoughts of every my child.
→ Recognize that you are my sons, much more than sons, that you are not a wrapper, a armor, that you have been created for this union, for this revelation and for this love affair between me and you.

→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.

→ What surrounds you is vain, confused, unclear and disordered.

→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.

→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.

→ The visible does not last.

→ Love surpasses barriers in the world, all sorts of evil and ambiguity.

→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.

→ You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.
→ Do not trust the world and the illusions of the world.

→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.

→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.

→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.

→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.

→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.

Recurrences in the text

→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
→ Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.
→ Everything will be realized if you learn to know this useless, overbearing vanity, this traps, if you can look at me with the eyes of love, if you recognize what is inside your essence, me as master, father, God, and above all the love I have for you.
→ But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.
→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.
→ What surrounds you is vain, confused, unclear and disordered.
→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.
→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.
→ The visible does not last.
→ Love surpasses barriers in the world, all sorts of evil and ambiguity.
→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.
→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.
→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.
→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.
→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.
→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.
→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.

Relative arguments