In the act of mutual knowing and acknowledging each other, father and son are one.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
- → I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
- → Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
- → You are loved children, but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love, but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
- → I want you children to love me sweetly, continuously, acting and developing in love.
- → I want to love you all the time and that is what I do.
- → Now the Lord needs this encounter, this union achievable with knowledge in love, he is here with you, he desires love, he does not want to be neglected and pushed away.
- → I wish you precious, special, loved children, I wish you to know me, pass through every doubt with love, making your life clear, pure, joyful to love me, your father and God.
- → 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.
Relative arguments