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.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads, does not recognize his and my identity, possesses a not vain, great love, throws himself into extreme choices, lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel, he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father, the love between father and son, he is clouded by something apparent, which is fixed deeply in his thoughts, in his memory, he is unable to work for my kingdom, for himself, not he knows what possesses him and harms him.
- → This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.
- → Get rid of what the world and the flesh make you believe.
- → Do not believe the judgments of the world or those who identify with the world.
- → If you do not remember me, the world invades your conscience, conditions you, robs you of your transcendent nature, possesses you, makes you believe that you are similar, mortal, fragile.
- → This world says that everything is temporary.
- → The voice of the world denies me completely or simulates being me.
- → Then the sons feels disappointed, he collides with the world, does not know if adhere to the world or to a supreme being, questions about existence, who he is, who I am, what is the world, what is the difference between me and the world.
- → I, God, the Lord, do not use my sons, I do not deceive him, I have always said who I am, who are you, what is the world, I work with intelligence, love and peace in the life of every my son.
Recurrences in the text
- → 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.
- → I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
- → Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
- → Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads, does not recognize his and my identity, possesses a not vain, great love, throws himself into extreme choices, lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel, he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father, the love between father and son, he is clouded by something apparent, which is fixed deeply in his thoughts, in his memory, he is unable to work for my kingdom, for himself, not he knows what possesses him and harms him.
- → Everything is a deception in a world that is a scrap and based on the sand.
- → Every my child seeks love, sweetness that he does not find in the world and in the flesh.
- → The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.
- → Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
- → When I talk about things I do not intend the things of the world and I mean eternal things.
- → Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
- → This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.
- → Do not trust the world and the illusions of the world.
- → I, God, the Lord, do not use my sons, I do not deceive him, I have always said who I am, who are you, what is the world, I work with intelligence, love and peace in the life of every my son.
- → Now the son must show himself strong in love, in light and in harmony, because he is the son of a strong father, he must discover his numerous quality, he must leave what makes him suffering, unsure, confused, causes pain and illness.
- → The world is empty and has nothing.
Relative arguments