You are loved children, but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love, but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
Above all love
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ Whoever finds me, finds , reaches peace , justice , purity , full light , full love , the freedom to truly be a child who moves , acts , walks in me and in love .→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.→ This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything , in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness , of total annihilation .
→ This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.→ Open , open wide your eyes gently in me until you acknowledge me.→ Love opens the doors of the heart , reason , light , knowledge , and eternity , which I am , the loved father , who loves you.→ Having come to this knowledge , my children want to interrupt that slavery , be no more prisoners of a collapsing building , understand the illusions , the disappointments born of the world and the flesh .→ The correct knowledge allows each son to distinguish clearly , definitively , who is the father , to live in love , in the presence of the father , and to know that he is important in me and for me.→ This knowledge of oneself and me already exists in my child , is forgotten and removed .→ God father , the spirit , my being , my knowledge is endless and sweetness love .
→ 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 .
Recurrences in the text
→ Love , know what it means to love .→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love .→ You climb into useless vanity , you withdraw from my love , from the love that you possess and don 't give .→ I love you with tenderness , with sweetness , always, first and for ever.→ The love makes me reachable .→ This is the eternal story , the root , the essence of my nature and love .→ Wisdom is my root and the fruit of my breast .→ Now you know anymore .→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.→ The children of love now know who I am , who they are , live in me, with me, for me and myself for them, united in infinite and eternal communion .→ 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 .→ Happy you when your hearts palpitate for me, you acknowledge my majesty , my royalty , above all my sweetness of father and dad .→ My children who are not yet completely in the light , who see little light , climb , wander around the world in search of light , love , are in search of themselves , of me, of the meaning of their existence and life .Relative arguments