I'm made of love, all love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ I'm made of love, all love.

→ I embrace you and I will attract all of you to me.

→ You are all loved and mine.

→ My love for you is unique and exclusive.

→ I look at you every instant and moment with love, I am here now for every man, sweetness, tenderness and absolute love.

→ Love will reach every being of my children on earth and will lead my every child to me.

→ I am not only in you, I am in every man and in everyone I manifest myself, understanding your difficulties.

→ Every day I make a choice, you, of love, exclusive, unique and of love for you.

→ I operate gently, fairly, and act in every child with love.

→ Every cell, every particle of your body is love, woven into love.

→ Sweetly scream father we love you, we want to be with you, you are unique to us.
→ Day after day my children live bombarded by situations they don't want and find themselves living.
→ If you want me, you can always love me.
→ If you want it I'm there for you, with love.
→ Just listen to me with awareness when and if you want.
→ I want you and you want me, so it will be.

→ I am the essence, the root, and the knowledge of love.

→ Do not wait to love me, to get close to me and to my love.

→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path, every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity, he knew the world, the power, the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible, because nonexistent, he looked at me, he saw that I am important, that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important, and he found me in trust and abandonment.

→ 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.

Recurrences in the text

→ I'm made of love, all love.
→ I embrace you and I will attract all of you to me.
→ You are all loved and mine.
→ My love for you is unique and exclusive.
→ I look at you every instant and moment with love, I am here now for every man, sweetness, tenderness and absolute love.
→ Love will reach every being of my children on earth and will lead my every child to me.
→ I am not only in you, I am in every man and in everyone I manifest myself, understanding your difficulties.
→ Everything will speak about me and how great my love for you is.
→ Every day I make a choice, you, of love, exclusive, unique and of love for you.
→ I operate gently, fairly, and act in every child with love.
→ Every cell, every particle of your body is love, woven into love.
→ Day after day my children live bombarded by situations they don't want and find themselves living.
→ I am the essence, the root, and the knowledge of love.
→ Do not wait to love me, to get close to me and to my love.
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path, every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity, he knew the world, the power, the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible, because nonexistent, he looked at me, he saw that I am important, that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important, and he found me in trust and abandonment.
→ 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.