This is the heart of the root of being children, it leads to the fullness of love and makes you live in the greatness of love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → When love, which is me, is attained at this level, knowledge of me reveals itself in its fullness and awareness.
- → This is the heart of the root of being children, it leads to the fullness of love and makes you live in the greatness of love.
- → If you bring out all the love you have, you will be able to reach me in fullness, in light, in love, in essence, in knowledge, you will be part of me and you will enter my home.
- → The son who recognizes me knows me in the face, in essence, knows all about me, love in all its truth and fullness.
- → 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.
- → Now sons, you are precious and reside in my love and in my thoughts, embrace strongly the sweetness of the father, do not abandon yourselves to iniquity, but abandon yourselves to the father, who embraces, sustains and especially loves you.
- → Now the son must show himself strong in love, in light and in harmony, because he is the son of a strong father, he must discover his numerous quality, he must leave what makes him suffering, unsure, confused, causes pain and illness.
- → I am with you and in you.
- → I am the eternal verb, the star that fascinates each of you, the fiery fire and the spirit of love.
- → I am the Lord of time, of history, I am strength, light, fire, a stream of fire, power, beauty, the one who illuminates your intellect, strengthens your will, purifies your body, and sanctifies life.
- → I am the one who lives forever, I call you to get involved with me, I am for my children the first, the last and the eternal living.
- → I am the father of heaven and of earth, I love you of infinite love and I let you taste the joy of being my children.
Relative arguments