I want children that love me with light and love, because to love me is light and love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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 realized son finally accomplished everything he wanted, for which he lived to know me, can understand the parts of his life he thought empty, he fills that nonexistent vacuum, he is completely alive, true, full, shining and brilliant.
- → I wish you walk with me, in light, in love and in joy.
- → I want children who announce, listen, speak in light and in love.
- → Children, I love you, I want love, joy, abandonment and trust.
- → I want love in abundance, to fill and overflow every my container.
- → If you discover the greatness of this desire for love, you will never leave me.
- → Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.
- → Now I am here, I live in you, I want the abandonment, the confidence and the knowledge of all my being, that is love.
- → My son can reach me through my presence, silence, abandonment, trust and especially love.
- → I do not care what you call me, what I want is love and trust, I want your works to be alive in my life.
- → Dear sons, seek love, goodness, peace and you will find me, flourish, do not let yourselves wither, shine, do not let yourselves be obscured, love continually, live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world, which leads into darkness.
- → The children of light feel confident, aware of the light that invades them continuously, of their identity, of my identity, of that revelation, and live happy with me.
- → I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me
- → The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
Relative arguments