My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.

My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

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→ In the adventure of the world you can realize that the world is just vain.

→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.

→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.

→ Behold the father loves you, he will attract and upset your whole existence with his love.
→ I look to you with love, exist in the greatest and immense fullness of love.
→ For this truth one exists, this is the existence of every being.
→ The flesh does not exist.
→ Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.
→ All my life is love.

→ 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.

→ You have resources and riches greater than the world.

→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.

→ You are not part of the world, you belong to me, the father, the sole reason of being.

→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.

→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.

→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.

→ Do not get tired.

→ The origin of your insecurity is not me, it is you who seek in a world that cannot give certainties, which can only give seduction and deception.
→ My sons, knock down your insecurities, every illusion and disappointment, destroy what causes pain, poverty and deception, free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only, immortal and indestructible certainty.
→ If you look at the things of the world, you will not discover me, the light, you will discover only deception, illusion, and you will end up despising even you.

Recurrences in the text

→ In the adventure of the world you can realize that the world is just vain.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
→ Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.
→ 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.
→ You have resources and riches greater than the world.
→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
→ You are not part of the world, you belong to me, the father, the sole reason of being.
→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.
→ Do not get tired.
→ My sons, knock down your insecurities, every illusion and disappointment, destroy what causes pain, poverty and deception, free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only, immortal and indestructible certainty.

Relative arguments