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.

→ My creation is not to be confused with other vain, nonexistent creations, work of a vain, illusory, unsure, uncertain world, that makes my children unconscious of the origin.
→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
→ 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.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.
→ In the world everything is wrong, not truth.
→ What belongs to the world neglects eternal things, immortal for me, which are not eternal, are not immortal for the world, it is vanity, illusory, it neglects my son, love, thought, good, justice, peace , involves my son with insistence , takes away my son's reason, heart, harasses my son in thought, heart, reason, makes my son possess things that first seem beautiful in appearance, then turn out to be empty, poor.
→ The world is not revelation.
→ The world does not give teachings, it leads to darkness.
→ The world and the flesh do not take care of my sons.
→ In the world my children fight to affirm themselves, to fulfill themselves in love, they discover that I, the father, am there for them, with them, in hiding, in silence, they can see me, they find a light that is first small, then large, dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone.