I am God, above all a passionate father, who rejoices in seeing his children who understand that they are loved by me, they look inside me and within themselves, they know my greatness in love, they activate within themselves that love they are looking for for a long time and have never been able to understand, because they were seduced by the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads , does not recognize his and my identity , possesses a not vain , great love , throws himself into extreme choices , lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel , he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father , the love between father and son , he is clouded by something apparent , which is fixed deeply in his thoughts , in his memory , he is unable to work for my kingdom , for himself , not he knows what possesses him and harms him .
→ 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 .→ My sons can watch me, watch the world , themselves , recognize the difference between myself and the world , between me and them and between them and the world .→ Now I, the Lord and Father , have known all that the world and the flesh has done to every one of my sons , I have seen and canceled all the pain that my sons have experienced in the world , the struggles of my sons for what they believed in the world , but it was not important .
→ Then the sons feels disappointed , he collides with the world , does not know if adhere to the world or to a supreme being , questions about existence , who he is , who I am , what is the world , what is the difference between me and the world .→ I, God , the Lord , do not use my sons , I do not deceive him , I have always said who I am , who are you, what is the world , I work with intelligence , love and peace in the life of every my son .
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