My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.

→ You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.
→ Do not trust the world and the illusions of the world.

→ Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ 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.

→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.

→ Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.

→ But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.

→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.

→ My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.
→ Every day my child awaits moments of greater love, that will not come without me, he fights and survives in the torments of the flesh and the world.
→ I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.

→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.

→ 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.

Recurrences in the text

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
→ Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.
→ But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.
→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.
→ What surrounds you is vain, confused, unclear and disordered.
→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.
→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.
→ Love surpasses barriers in the world, all sorts of evil and ambiguity.
→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.
→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.
→ 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.