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.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
- → I am not poverty.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
- → Observe the always present truth, by nature still and eternal, even in illusion.
- → This world with its traps is illusion without love.
- → The world is an evanescent illusion, it seems beautiful, but if you love it, it poisons you, but not permanently.
- → You are called to choose between the absolute truth and the illusion of the world, the worst of drugs.
- → Pain is illusory.
- → Do not love lying, the great thief, the world, illusion, not being.
- → Truth is completely spiritual, always present, and must be sought in the present of consciousness, beyond material events.
- → I first put you in this uncertain world, so that you could intuit and look for what seems to be missing here entirely.
- → Today most of you do not conceive of my love and neglect me, many fear me, someone tries to use me for his needs in the world.
- → You indirectly love me in trying to be benign and consistent in your life, especially in relation to others.
- → Even if you love me, the world will try to hurt you, but it can only do it superficially, it will not affect who you are.
Relative arguments