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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ 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.

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

→ Everything is a deception in a world that is a scrap and based on the sand.

→ Every my child seeks love, sweetness that he does not find in the world and in the flesh.

→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
→ 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.
→ Let me own you and drag you to me.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.

→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ The father does not resign himself to leaving his children at the mercy of the world, he has planned for each child not to be alone, to have me as a father, love, the beauty of the union of this family that is of the Lord.
→ When I talk about things I do not intend the things of the world and I mean eternal things.
→ My thought, my heart and my palace are bigger than the world.
→ I create and not destroy, love and not hate, and I am not the darkness in this dark world, because I am the light.

→ This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.

→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
→ Get rid of what the world and the flesh make you believe.
→ You were not created for the world.
→ Know the world to the bottom.
→ You are not part of the world, you belong to me, the father, the sole reason of being.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.

→ You were not created for the world.

→ Know the world to the bottom.

→ Look at the world.

→ You have resources and riches greater than 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 world is not bigger than you.

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→ 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.
→ 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.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ The world can not give you anything, it gives you only an empty, hypocrite, false, seductive, vain existence and life.
→ 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.
→ Everything is a deception in a world that is a scrap and based on the sand.
→ Every my child seeks love, sweetness that he does not find in the world and in the flesh.
→ The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.
→ Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
→ When I talk about things I do not intend the things of the world and I mean eternal things.
→ Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
→ This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.
→ Get rid of what the world and the flesh make you believe.
→ You were not created for the world.
→ Know the world to the bottom.
→ Look at the world.
→ You have resources and riches greater than the world.