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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ 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.

→ Every my child seeks love, sweetness that he does not find in the world and in the flesh.

→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ The father does not resign himself to leaving his children at the mercy of the world, he has planned for each child not to be alone, to have me as a father, love, the beauty of the union of this family that is of the Lord.
→ When I talk about things I do not intend the things of the world and I mean eternal things.
→ My thought, my heart and my palace are bigger than the world.
→ I create and not destroy, love and not hate, and I am not the darkness in this dark world, because I am the light.

→ 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.

→ You were not created for the world.

→ Those who live these certainties know that they belong to me, to the truth, and not to the world, in an indestructible bond of mutual love.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ In this world, the immortal can delude himself into being temporary, but what is temporary can never be enough for the immortal.
→ A part of this process, the detection of one's contrast with the world, is aided by pain.

→ Look at the world.

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

→ Do not trust the world and the illusions of the world.

Recurrences in the text

→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.
→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.
→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ Get rid of what the world and the flesh make you believe.
→ You were not created for the world.
→ Know the world to the bottom.
→ Look at the world.
→ You are not part of the world, you belong to me, the father, the sole reason of being.
→ Do not trust the world and the illusions of the world.