I am love, intelligence, wealth, your only wealth, the richness of the great soul of God, overcoming every boundary.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → 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.
- → 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.
- → 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.
- → I, the Lord God, am always next to my children and do not leave them, because they are precious.
- → If you, my sons, bless everyone, give abundantly and love as I do, you will shine.
- → The Lord loves you in the greatness of his love, because the Lord is great in love.
- → Do not be vagrant because you are abundantly rich.
- → Happy are those who are in the light, who shine with me in the great light, that covers them and that makes them mine.
- → You are precious in all that I have done for you and designed for this preciousness.
- → I have in store for every my child great, not small, and immense things to the point that you will not want to go back.
Relative arguments