My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

in my heart

→ The world is vain and it makes no sense.

→ Love is the extraordinary encounter between me father and you children, overcoming these boundaries and the world, stopping on me, the eternal father, only with love, only with love.

→ My creation is not to be confused with other vain, nonexistent creations, work of a vain, illusory, unsure, uncertain world, that makes my children unconscious of the origin.

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.

→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.

→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.

→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.

→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.

→ If the main purpose of man is within the world, this titanic work is overbearing or passive, always a failure.

→ Then man knows God, himself and the world.

→ The idea that man is eternal and divine is absolutely true, but conceivable only with a deep spiritual path.

→ I want you now, and you need me right now.
→ Nothing can separate you from me, if you don't allow it to your detriment.
→ The world hurts very much those who are slaves to it.
→ Even if you love me, the world will try to hurt you, but it can only do it superficially, it will not affect who you are.
→ Remember that you are not your body, identify yourself spiritually.
→ Examine the limited and the unlimited, especially in love.

→ My son, I love you, trust me.

→ You cannot change the nature of the world, changing the world is not your job.

→ I only ask you to go through the world trusting me, loving me, yourself and others, trying not to increase anyone's pain.

Recurrences in the text

→ The world is vain and it makes no sense.
→ Love is the extraordinary encounter between me father and you children, overcoming these boundaries and the world, stopping on me, the eternal father, only with love, only with love.
→ My creation is not to be confused with other vain, nonexistent creations, work of a vain, illusory, unsure, uncertain world, that makes my children unconscious of the origin.
→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
→ If the main purpose of man is within the world, this titanic work is overbearing or passive, always a failure.
→ Then man knows God, himself and the world.
→ The idea that man is eternal and divine is absolutely true, but conceivable only with a deep spiritual path.
→ Examine the limited and the unlimited, especially in love.
→ My son, I love you, trust me.
→ You cannot change the nature of the world, changing the world is not your job.
→ I only ask you to go through the world trusting me, loving me, yourself and others, trying not to increase anyone's pain.

Relative arguments