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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ Stop and listen in the silence of life.

→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.

→ I am not poverty.
→ I am wealth in knowledge, in love, in light, in peace and in righteousness.

→ The justice between me and you is not of the world, it is not reflected in guilt, it is of the spirit of the father, it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons, it is reflected, it spreads in the love that is not poor, not solitary, not superficial, it is deep, complete, that, if it is already known and possessed, it fills, transforms my son.

→ 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.

→ Happy are those who seek truth, who live in truth and recognize the absolute and eternal truth that I am.

→ I wanted, and not cruelty, that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son, that with his thoughts, heart, reason he would find, discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child.

→ Do not look for things that do not last.

Recurrences in the text

→ Look in love.
→ Stop and listen in the silence of life.
→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
→ You are mine and marvelous.
→ I am not poverty.
→ You are love.
→ The justice between me and you is not of the world, it is not reflected in guilt, it is of the spirit of the father, it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons, it is reflected, it spreads in the love that is not poor, not solitary, not superficial, it is deep, complete, that, if it is already known and possessed, it fills, transforms my son.
→ 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.
→ Happy are those who seek truth, who live in truth and recognize the absolute and eternal truth that I am.
→ The love of these children makes me happy, makes them happy and completely mine.
→ I could accomplish everything done from the beginning and immediately.
→ I wanted, and not cruelty, that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son, that with his thoughts, heart, reason he would find, discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child.
→ Do not look for things that do not last.