The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ 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.

→ I do not hide my face from my sons.

→ I am not poverty.

→ Between me and my children the difference does not exist, there is in common the love, the greatness and the eternal destiny for which they were created.

→ 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.
→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
→ Let me own you and drag you to me.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.

→ The world does not have it, I have since the origin certainty, wealth, justice, love and knowledge.

→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.

→ Go away from evil thoughts, from the world, from flesh, and from what is visible.

→ Happy you when your hearts palpitate for me, you acknowledge my majesty, my royalty, above all my sweetness of father and dad.

→ Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.

→ I am here for every man, for every son, I do not treat him with contempt or cruelly, I treat him as a son, with love and generosity.

→ Creation is eternal love, shared, fulfilled and addressed to you, loved sons.
→ The secret of your life, of my life is that love in every form is at first imperfect, it becomes perfect if you trust me and in yourself, and at the point of arrival is accomplished in full.
→ Obtain the signs of the true liberation that has begun in me and in me will be fulfilled.
→ If you choose eternity, you realize who you are, your true nature.

Recurrences in the text

→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
→ I do not hide my face from my sons.
→ You are mine and marvelous.
→ I am not poverty.
→ Between me and my children the difference does not exist, there is in common the love, the greatness and the eternal destiny for which they were created.
→ Let me own you and drag you to me.
→ The world does not have it, I have since the origin certainty, wealth, justice, love and knowledge.
→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
→ True love is incorruptible.
→ Go away from evil thoughts, from the world, from flesh, and from what is visible.
→ Happy you when your hearts palpitate for me, you acknowledge my majesty, my royalty, above all my sweetness of father and dad.
→ Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.
→ The love of these children makes me happy, makes them happy and completely mine.
→ I am here for every man, for every son, I do not treat him with contempt or cruelly, I treat him as a son, with love and generosity.
→ You are mine.
→ Creation is eternal love, shared, fulfilled and addressed to you, loved sons.