The Father has prepared a kingdom that makes him live for you and you for him only in love, he loves you eternally, in joy, he has prepared a kingdom without end, that completes you and makes you live in love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ What is visible is only visible , not safety , never makes my children happy , because they live a confused and disordered love .→ 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.→ 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 .
→ This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.→ Open , open wide your eyes gently in me until you acknowledge me.→ Love opens the doors of the heart , reason , light , knowledge , and eternity , which I am , the loved father , who loves you.→ Having come to this knowledge , my children want to interrupt that slavery , be no more prisoners of a collapsing building , understand the illusions , the disappointments born of the world and the flesh .→ The correct knowledge allows each son to distinguish clearly , definitively , who is the father , to live in love , in the presence of the father , and to know that he is important in me and for me.→ This knowledge of oneself and me already exists in my child , is forgotten and removed .→ God , the father , the spirit , my being , my knowledge is endless and sweetness love .
→ The justice between me and you is not of the world , it is not reflected in guilt , it is of the spirit of the father , it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons , it is reflected , it spreads in the love that is not poor , not solitary , not superficial , it is deep , complete , that, if it is already known and possessed , it fills , transforms my son .
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