Here is the Lord God spoke only with love and for love, only love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I, the Lord God, approach you children, I speak, shout, shout with love, force and greatness.
- → 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.
- → The importance of being children is this strong union which makes you free, this harmony and complete relationship of love between me and you.
- → To get excited is to let out everything that is inside, in reason, in the heart, to let out from within a love so strong as to make every part of your being children tremble, shake and vibrate.
- → When man finds true love, love fills him, in his heart he reaches a degree of love so great, strong, that he cannot contain it, which is reflected on himself, on me, on every son and brother.
- → The realized man feels himself child, loved, complete, in the light and joined to me in an union of love, sweetness, light, he recognizes me, has absolute certainty that I am his father, that he is a child, he meets me, divides everything with me, is entirely mine, he needs nothing, sees clearly and moves in a distinct way.
- → This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.
- → Open, open wide your eyes gently in me until you acknowledge me.
- → Love opens the doors of the heart, reason, light, knowledge, and eternity, which I am, the loved father, who loves you.
- → Having come to this knowledge, my children want to interrupt that slavery, be no more prisoners of a collapsing building, understand the illusions, the disappointments born of the world and the flesh.
- → The correct knowledge allows each son to distinguish clearly, definitively, who is the father, to live in love, in the presence of the father, and to know that he is important in me and for me.
- → This knowledge of oneself and me already exists in my child, is forgotten and removed.
- → God, the father, the spirit, my being, my knowledge is endless and sweetness love.
Relative arguments