Every my child seeks love, sweetness that he does not find in the world and in the flesh.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Every child is desired, wanted and loved forever.
- → You are part of me, a loved, desired and wanted part.
- → My love overwhelms and makes you free, free to love, free in the knowledge towards me, free in joy, in a freedom that makes my children in the continuous desire to look for me, to love me, to be completely mine.
- → I want you to love me at every moment of the day and night, that your gaze does not rest on me with torment or difficulty, but rest on me with love, the great love that I have placed within you.
- → I did all this for you.
- → Turn to me with jolts of love not small, swaying, fast, overwhelming, shattering even your life, which I have given you.
- → Because I have transmitted and given to you the love of my being, you possess it, it is not impure, it is pure and it is a free love, which brings peace and justice.
- → You already possess the eternal love that I have for you and I have given abundantly, with love and joy.
- → I am a father, I perform wonders every day, I give in abundance, I do not stop, I work continuously.
- → This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.
- → With this negative experience and in this difficult path, every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity, he knew the world, the power, the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible, because nonexistent, he looked at me, he saw that I am important, that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important, and he found me in trust and abandonment.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → 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.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
Relative arguments