Love is a descent, a bond, the complete realization of being father's children, of a father who loves and nothing else.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The Lord God reveals himself to you children to make himself known to you completely, without hiding, he makes you know this great, free love, which looks to you as children and not as sinners.
- → 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 world is seduction, it does not free, it makes prisoners also of themselves my children, it confuses, torments and worries so that my sons do not know themselves and me.
- → Whoever finds me, finds, reaches peace, justice, purity, full light, full love, the freedom to truly be a child who moves, acts, walks in me and in love.
- → I know that in every man there is a need to find a reason for thinking, seeking, achieving, accomplishing a purpose, knowing me, finding love, truth, true good, absolute, me, a reason for living and loving.
- → If you look at the things of the world, you will not discover me, the light, you will discover only deception, illusion, and you will end up despising even you.
- → Let go of the things of the world, they are temporary, illusory, worthless, they harm man if he sticks to them.
- → Illusion wants to obscure truth and unawareness is the state in which consciousness is dominated by illusion.
- → Contemplate the illusion, do not fight it, do not despise it, do not love it, do not hate it, observe its emptiness.
- → I am with you, talk to me, listen to me, love me, smile at the world and at the illusion that lasts a little and vanishes into nothingness.
- → The world imposes considerable limits and illusions on you, which you must experience and which one day will appear to you for what they are, little, nothing, a game compared to what I give you.
- → This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything, in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness, of total annihilation.
- → Nothing in the world is worth as much as being with me, the ambiguous and the true have nothing in common, they are strangers.
- → The cosmic illusion continually attacks you through all that of it to which you attach yourself, beginning with the body, yet this illusion, however great it may be, can do nothing to you.
Relative arguments