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.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I want my children to have more abandonment , trust and listening towards me, not to let themselves be taken by discouragement , disappointment , the inconsistency of the world , to rejoice in every moment lived with me, for me, and to confide in me.→ Everything in me is never appearance , it is clarity , purity , true love , manifest essence , reached only in the love between you and me, possible , which is kept alive with trust and the abandonment of being children and having me for a father .
→ 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 .→ 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.→ What is relative , the world is temporary , deceptive , intentionally false , it must be understood for what it is , it must not be loved , desired , overestimated , it must be let go , it must be seen as non-existent , illusory and not feared .→ The world is the negative pole of choice and has the task of deceiving man and making him suffer until man decides to love God fully .
→ Nervous , habitual , profound emotional inconstancy is painful , lacking in self -confidence and in one 's own purposes , but it can always evolve in the search and in the pursuit of a better state .→ If you try to adapt to what is happening by considering it true or valid , you end up being a victim , an incapable , a weak , at the mercy of anyone , fragmented , other than yourself .→ The world is by nature fragile , temporary , constantly trying to delude and disappoint you, to convince you that you have its nature , that you are fragile , temporary , and you belong to it.
Relative arguments