Every cell, every particle of your body is love, woven into love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
- → This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.
- → Open, open wide your eyes gently in me until you acknowledge me.
- → Love opens the doors of the heart, reason, light, knowledge, and eternity, which I am, the loved father, who loves you.
- → Having come to this knowledge, my children want to interrupt that slavery, be no more prisoners of a collapsing building, understand the illusions, the disappointments born of the world and the flesh.
- → The correct knowledge allows each son to distinguish clearly, definitively, who is the father, to live in love, in the presence of the father, and to know that he is important in me and for me.
- → This knowledge of oneself and me already exists in my child, is forgotten and removed.
- → God, the father, the spirit, my being, my knowledge is endless and sweetness love.
- → I love you.
- → For you, for your love, I operate in every way and always.
- → The world, the whole cosmos, works to separate us with its illusion, but can not win our love, if you do not allow it.
- → You can fight the whole cosmos if you want, because you belong to eternity and you are my son.
- → Turn on and keep your love for me, think of me, let me live in you, and you'll see who you are.
- → To tempt the things of the world, or to hope that they will move the way you want them to, is still unsatisfactory because of their nature.
- → Pursuing what is uncertain is only and always disappointing, a waste of time and energy.
- → My certainty and truth, I know that you fully exist and I yearn for you and I belong beyond all illusions.
- → Every suffering calls you to return aware, to remember that every event in the world is empty, evanescent, non-existent, and we are real, eternal.
- → 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.
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