Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.

→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.

→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

→ Do not be overwhelmed by the world.

→ Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
→ Every day I look at you running every trouble and choice.
→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.

→ Distinguish the world from me, the invisible from the visible.

→ When I speak of love, I mean a formula of existence that appropriates the knowledge of mine, of your being, of infinite knowledge, going beyond a human plan, a formula of essential existence that is not explained in the world and that it only explains in me, God, master and father.

→ 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.

→ My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.

→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.

→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.

→ Love me even in imperfection, without bullying, without putting obstacles and without resistance.

→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.

→ Get rid of what torments you or makes you fall, because everything is supported by this love, I am the eternal rock, the pillar, the primary column and nothing can hurt you or fall you down.

Recurrences in the text

→ I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
→ You are precious, loved, understood and supported by me, the omnipotent in love.
→ Leave useless and vain things.
→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
→ Do not be overwhelmed by the world.
→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
→ Distinguish the world from me, the invisible from the visible.
→ When I speak of love, I mean a formula of existence that appropriates the knowledge of mine, of your being, of infinite knowledge, going beyond a human plan, a formula of essential existence that is not explained in the world and that it only explains in me, God, master and father.
→ 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.
→ My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.
→ Love me even in imperfection, without bullying, without putting obstacles and without resistance.
→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.
→ You are conditioned, bombed and involved by the world.
→ Get rid of what torments you or makes you fall, because everything is supported by this love, I am the eternal rock, the pillar, the primary column and nothing can hurt you or fall you down.