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.

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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ The world is vain and it makes no sense.

→ Love is the extraordinary encounter between me father and you children, overcoming these boundaries and the world, stopping on me, the eternal father, only with love, only with love.

→ My creation is not to be confused with other vain, nonexistent creations, work of a vain, illusory, unsure, uncertain world, that makes my children unconscious of the origin.
→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.

→ 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.

→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.

→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.

→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.

→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.

→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.

→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.

→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.

→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.

→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.

→ This is a complete love that reaches the beauty and wonder of infinity.
→ The preciousness, the wonder of my love for my children, is not deceptive, false, it is true and does not disappoint.
→ The conscious union with God, the desired love is the miracle, the wonder.

→ The world does not belong to you.

→ You are not part of the world, you belong to me, the father, the sole reason of being.

Recurrences in the text

→ The world is vain and it makes no sense.
→ Love is the extraordinary encounter between me father and you children, overcoming these boundaries and the world, stopping on me, the eternal father, only with love, only with love.
→ My creation is not to be confused with other vain, nonexistent creations, work of a vain, illusory, unsure, uncertain world, that makes my children unconscious of the origin.
→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
→ 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.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.
→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.
→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.
→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.
→ The world can not give you anything, it gives you only an empty, hypocrite, false, seductive, vain existence and life.
→ The world does not belong to you.
→ You are not part of the world, you belong to me, the father, the sole reason of being.

Relative arguments