The father sees the son as son, in love, in understanding, loves his son, rejoices if the son finds the home of the father and his father.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I have already said and I tell you that my temple, my home and my house are in love.
- → My temple is the spirit of love that opens the doors of the heart, of knowledge, and it is fixed throughout your being.
- → I move from eternity to eternity, alive, dwell in my temple and in the eternal spirit of God father.
- → You are part of my family, of my holy temple, of me and of my wonders.
- → I am the Lord God, a living temple, I teach you to live, to proclaim that I am God, unique and true.
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
- → The realized son finally accomplished everything he wanted, for which he lived to know me, can understand the parts of his life he thought empty, he fills that nonexistent vacuum, he is completely alive, true, full, shining and brilliant.
- → Now the man finds the welfare, the harmony which he has sought in his life, he feels really free, in peace, in justice, in love, as a loved child, he knows with certainty to be loved, does not think to be useless, he walks and realizes with me.
- → Do not hold back from love.
- → Let yourself be absorbed in the truth, the light, the love that is me and you.
- → My kingdom is certain, founded on the certainty, the love, the unity, the harmony, the peace, the understanding, the delicacy, it is gift of God father, the most high, given not with orders or commands, which starts from me, infinite, light and love.
Relative arguments