I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I give to you, I welcome you as children and not as sinners .→ The beauty of love lies in this revelation between me father and you, seen as children , sprouts of the origin of God , of the father , and not as sinners .→ You are not sinners , you are children , creatures and mine .→ Remember in a delicate , sweet way that the father is love , he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children , love and loved ones .
→ I love my children , I know that my children love me, they already possess love , they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world .→ The children I have created are driven to know eternity , to reach eternity by experiencing the world , the flesh , all the absurd conditions , situations , choices that the world has imposed in a hard , impatient and cruel way .→ I do not condition my sons .→ Love me infinitely , without conditions , at any time of life .→ This path leads man to his real fullness , to minimize the world and any harmful conditioning .
→ You are right to refuse the voice that gives fault , because it does not love .→ Love justifies , forgives , does not give fault , does not blame , does not threaten .→ Pain is an invitation , it is not a sign of guilt , it is not definitive , it is not a condemnation .→ I invite to love , I do not condemn .→ I know the difficulties of the world and justify .→ You can find the truth , which is me and my love .
→ My children struggle , climb , in a life that passes in trouble , in the poverty of love , of reason , they believe they are limited , they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen , a heart as big as the mine , which they themselves limit in love .→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .→ Too much makes you worry , too little leads you to unawareness .
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