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.

Language: english / italian / spanish / chinese

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.

→ 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 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.

→ 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

→ 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.
→ The world can not give you anything, it gives you only an empty, hypocrite, false, seductive, vain existence and life.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ Nothing gets lost or mislaid, because the world is nothing.
→ 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.