I desire children who love themselves, who love me, who love without delay, freely, as they are, with what they have, in the present time.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → When a child reaches me with desire I rush, shake and listen.
- → I love you, I listen you and I ever am with you.
- → The Lord God has spoken, he has listened, he has loved, he continues to love and generates love.
- → I delicately ask to you love, until you reach me, the father who understands your levels, is near you with care, listens and transforms everything in love.
- → Now I have spoken, continued to reveal, listened and heard.
- → My knowledge is immortal, leads to insistent thoughts, without boundaries to you loved, desired and wanted.
- → When the thoughts reappear, and I know that they reappear insistent and overbearing, they bring you to the world.
- → The son begins to understand that the world deprives him of the love, of the peace, of the truth that the son thought he would find, he asks himself more insistent, clearer questions, such as who he is, who I am, what this life really is, who we really are, asks questions, does not find the answers, seeks, wanders, fails to arrive at what truly satisfies him, begins to understand that the world does not make him happy, he discovers that he cannot rely on the world, on things of the world, he does not feel at peace, he seeks something that guarantees peace, love, that makes him secure, and desires balance.
- → Dear sons, seek love, goodness, peace and you will find me, flourish, do not let yourselves wither, shine, do not let yourselves be obscured, love continually, live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world, which leads into darkness.
- → The children of light feel confident, aware of the light that invades them continuously, of their identity, of my identity, of that revelation, and live happy with me.
- → I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me
- → The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
Relative arguments