Every my son, my creature is just mine, lined with light and love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I want children who announce that I am father, as well as God, who tell everyone that my kingdom is of love, peace, joy, justice, that my truth is infinite, mine and yours.
- → Announce to everyone love, that I am a father and you are loved sons, acknowledged, the dialogue which I desire from you in joy, in pain, not to be overwhelmed by an inconsistent, deceptive, nonexistent and apparent world.
- → This is the time of love fully turned, projected, directed towards me, of announcement, of knowledge, of knowing me and my love, that my children know me as God, father, loved, desired, wanted as I desire and want them.
- → I want each child to seek and find the pure source of love, love, coherence, security, clarity and transparency.
- → Try to reach the goal, the objective, my love, me, peace, justice, my being, even yourself, even if now you can not reach yourself and me.
- → My children feel alone in wandering, in search of satisfying their existence, love they seek with force and they do not find in the world.
- → Blessed are you, when you rejoice in my fatherhood, seek, discover, find my fatherhood, me, the source of love, of harmony, the desire of the father and to be children.
- → I, the Lord and father, seek my children, I chase my children who possess but who have not attained this love to perfection.
- → I, the Lord God, speak to my children in silence, in joy, in sadness, continuously, with strength, and I wait for the brave ones who love me.
- → Man needs to understand this love, my love, his love, can do it in silence, can not do it in a world full of noise, vanity, appearance, seduction, which makes him prisoner of a sick and not existent love.
- → If you look in silence you will understand more importantly, what completes your existence, that apparent envelope which inebriates, imprisons you into an iniquitous and failing system.
- → Stop and listen in the silence of life.
Relative arguments