This son distinguishes the supreme being, omnipotent, powerful above all in love, recognizes me as a father, no longer sees the world confusedly, as seductive, fascinating, sees the world in a clear, crystalline, limpid way, as it really is, insecure, vain, he distinguishes the world from me, the invisible from the visible, good from evil, uncertainty from certainty, knows true, authentic love, which he cannot do without, which enters inside him, gives it light and always possesses it in love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ When a child reaches me with desire I rush , shake and listen .→ I love you, I listen you and I ever am with you.→ The Lord God has spoken , he has listened , he has loved , he continues to love and generates love .→ I delicately ask to you love , until you reach me, the father who understands your levels , is near you with care , listens and transforms everything in love .→ Now I have spoken , continued to reveal , listened and heard .
→ This son distinguishes the supreme being , omnipotent , powerful above all in love , recognizes me as a father , no longer sees the world confusedly , as seductive , fascinating , sees the world in a clear , crystalline , limpid way , as it really is , insecure , vain , he distinguishes the world from me, the invisible from the visible , good from evil , uncertainty from certainty , knows true , authentic love , which he cannot do without, which enters inside him , gives it light and always possesses it in love .
→ 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 .→ 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 .→ Too much makes you worry , too little leads you to unawareness .
Relative arguments