My love is truth, wisdom, joy, happiness and delectation.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The lifeblood circulates for every special being, it vibrates in love, it must be a child before it spreads, it must go beyond that borderless love, limit, where every man reaches true knowledge, me, the eternal father, everything.
- → In his new state man, the son of God the Father, reaches harmony, the balance between him and me, he feels himself in the same harmony, in the same love that goes beyond the son, he is able to understand, know in living way that I am the only good, the only certainty, the only love, he manages to dialogue, he feels loved, loves, he feels united with me, protected, supported, above all loved by a great love, he feels I am a father , he sees me as love, he converses with me in a profound way, in light and in love.
Recurrences in the text
- → My love is truth, wisdom, joy, happiness and delectation.
- → The lifeblood circulates for every special being, it vibrates in love, it must be a child before it spreads, it must go beyond that borderless love, limit, where every man reaches true knowledge, me, the eternal father, everything.
- → Because I am God father my voice will be penetrating, will shake you strongly, will enter you, will sweep you away and it will not confuse you.
- → Appropriating the belonging to be really children is to achieve the harmony that leads to God, to the father.
- → Because my children are made to love and be loved, they will understand greater things, the knowledge of themselves and me.
- → This harmony becomes a proclamation of light, forges, makes luminous the child of the light, which involves the thoughts in depth to make them pure, in fullness and in that conviction of safe belonging.
- → I, the invisible, the immortal purity, harmony and love, I love you with a great love, within and without you, I vibrate, I scrutinize powerfully and delicately.
- → You are the mirror of this soul.
- → Fill your days with me with love.
Relative arguments