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.

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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Love is the extraordinary encounter between me father and you children, overcoming these boundaries and the world, stopping on me, the eternal father, only with love, only with love.

→ My creation is not to be confused with other vain, nonexistent creations, work of a vain, illusory, unsure, uncertain world, that makes my children unconscious of the origin.

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in 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.

→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.

→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.

→ 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.

→ The world is vain, the uncertainty is vain.
→ The world does not give certainty to you, the only certainty is me.
→ Recognizing the thoughts of the world for what they are, abandon them on their rise and seek me immediately.
→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.
→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.
→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.

→ 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.

→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.
→ From every child, from every ruin of my child I build things that are not of the world, that are extraordinary events.

Recurrences in the text

→ Love is the extraordinary encounter between me father and you children, overcoming these boundaries and the world, stopping on me, the eternal father, only with love, only with love.
→ My creation is not to be confused with other vain, nonexistent creations, work of a vain, illusory, unsure, uncertain world, that makes my children unconscious of the origin.
→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in 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.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ 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.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.

Relative arguments