My children turn, spin, fall on the same difficulties, they can't understand, they can't comprehend my nature, the essence of God the father, this love given, which is only for all of them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Even from that mud , from that misery I can transform , change everything in light , because the world is null and nothing .→ I love my children , I know that my children love me, they already possess love , they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world .→ The world can not give you anything , it gives you only an empty , hypocrite , false , seductive , vain existence and life .→ Nothing gets lost or mislaid , because the world is nothing .→ Even the world will move away from you if it does not find prey , if it finds victorious men , who live in me and for me.
→ This is true , pure, free love , that has joy , which is only the encounter , the link and the union with me God and father .→ I, the invisible , the immortal purity , harmony and love , I love you with a great love , within and without you, I vibrate , I scrutinize powerfully and delicately .→ Love conquers , goes beyond the boundaries of the heart , of reason , reaches me as a spirit of purity , which welcomes you loved ones .→ Here is the father talking , talking about a unique love , which is purity , completeness , accomplishment , light and harmony .→ This is the dwelling of the spirit of the father , of the child , eternal , based on knowledge and pure conscience .
→ In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father .→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love .→ I love you with tenderness , with sweetness , always, first and for ever.→ When my child discovers this beauty , knowledge , he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough .→ 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 .
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