What I want and expect from you is this certain love, which goes beyond all boundaries and cannot do without me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My project is the knowledge of me father, that knowledge of love, the conviction of never wanting to detach from me and of feeling me indispensable.
- → I, the Lord God, am for you and only for you the light, the love, the unique essence and projected target.
- → My words, my glances, my thoughts are of sweetness, have you as unique purpose and project.
- → I have created you for this love between me and you in a dialogue, in a love meeting, for love, for a great project, for joy and for union.
- → My project is blossoming, the greatness of being children who are convinced to love and have pure thoughts.
- → Dedicating oneself to me, looking out to love, is the goal, the achievement that every man is deluding to find where it does not exist, in dark visible, in what is absolute void, incomprehension, inconsistency, ignorance.
- → My children who are not yet completely in the light, who see little light, climb, wander around the world in search of light, love, are in search of themselves, of me, of the meaning of their existence and life.
- → What is relative, the world is temporary, deceptive, intentionally false, it must be understood for what it is, it must not be loved, desired, overestimated, it must be let go, it must be seen as non-existent, illusory and not feared.
- → I invite you to understand that you are not of this world, that I, God, exist, I am perfect, omnipotent, I love you, I have destined you to eternal joy in my world, with me, in full awareness of the truth.
- → 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.
Relative arguments