You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I wish you walk with me, in light, in love and in joy.
- → I want children who announce, listen, speak in light and in love.
- → Children, I love you, I want love, joy, abandonment and trust.
- → I want love in abundance, to fill and overflow every my container.
- → If you discover the greatness of this desire for love, you will never leave me.
- → When you can not find the way, listen in silence, with love, do not confuse me, your father, pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love.
- → You must mature the love you already have, reach my soul in silence, with love, not immediately, through experiences addressed to me and through a path, because you are imperfect.
- → My son can reach me through my presence, silence, abandonment, trust and especially love.
- → In silence my son must listen to me, listen to himself, find me, find himself, rejoice in the abundance of love, of the new condition of me as father and him as son.
- → Happy the pure of heart, of thought, who complete and realize themselves only in me, because I am pure.
- → Happiness is love, harmony, light, knowledge, justice, truth, purity, especially revelation of me and you.
- → I guide you with motherly hand, I leave you free, I am close to my sons, I am the sweet song of love and the pure sound of all beings.
- → I am the eternal verb, the star that fascinates each of you, the fiery fire and the spirit of love.
- → I am the Lord of time, of history, I am strength, light, fire, a stream of fire, power, beauty, the one who illuminates your intellect, strengthens your will, purifies your body, and sanctifies life.
- → I am the one who lives forever, I call you to get involved with me, I am for my children the first, the last and the eternal living.
- → I am the father of heaven and of earth, I love you of infinite love and I let you taste the joy of being my children.
Relative arguments