Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ The love makes me reachable.

→ My knowledge, intelligence and joy is not vain.

→ If you knew how much I love you.
→ If you should know my love.
→ Wisdom is my root and the fruit of my breast.
→ Now you know.

→ The knowledge of my love is the essence of my origin, the blossoming of the belief of my children, who enter into me, are part of me, the knowledge of their own thoughts and the thoughts that make you slaves.

→ Leave behind what is vain and concentrate on this love.

→ This knowledge grows in wisdom, in love and where it is possible to penetrate into the deep root of eternal God father.

→ This need of love drives my children to look into the confusion and disorder of the world.
→ Do you want to always have light?
→ When you are assailed by any doubt, son, embrace me, the father, and any doubt will disappear with my warmth of father.
→ The darkness of the world tries by every means and at every moment to convince you that you belong to it.

→ My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.

→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.

→ To know me is not difficult or complicated, because I am not complicated.
→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
→ Now the son feels and lives every moment in love, because he has really known me in love, he is convinced, in awareness, in realization, my son, he understands me, the love he has inside and outside.
→ Loving is to meet me, to know me and to know oneself.

→ No one will separate you from the love of God, because we are bound by the love of father and children.
→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
→ Man can understand and in his time he will understand well.
→ This darkness is only temporary.
→ There's no illusion that you can't win.

→ 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.

Recurrences in the text

→ The love makes me reachable.
→ My knowledge, intelligence and joy is not vain.
→ If you should know my love.
→ The knowledge of my love is the essence of my origin, the blossoming of the belief of my children, who enter into me, are part of me, the knowledge of their own thoughts and the thoughts that make you slaves.
→ Leave behind what is vain and concentrate on this love.
→ This knowledge grows in wisdom, in love and where it is possible to penetrate into the deep root of eternal God father.
→ This need of love drives my children to look into the confusion and disorder of the world.
→ My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
→ 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