The son who can love me is always in love, in joy, in light, in harmony, in the balance, that makes him shine not so little, but so overwhelming and strong in his greatness, that he expands himself in light, in love and in joy, and that all his being lives in the light.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ I, the eternal father, love you, I overwhelm every being with my love, I caress you and keep you united in eternal love.

→ Call me father, dad, my eternal sweet father, good and dear.

→ Love shocks, overwhelms, draws to me, it's my knowledge, it's me.
→ I, the Lord God, am pure happiness and I will draw everyone to me with my love.
→ The world is overbearing, does not lead or attract you to me.
→ Behold the father loves you, he will attract and upset your whole existence with his love.
→ Tell everyone that I will draw you all to me, that you are always with me and that all that is mine is yours.
→ Everything comes from love and draws towards it, but it is not easy to realize this in this world.

→ I, the Lord God, call you by name and whisper words of love.

→ My glance, my sweetness and my love is for my children.

→ I speak of belonging, descending of love, of that love that is consumed and inflames only for you.
→ I want you to know me, that you all understand that great love that is consumed, ignites only for you, creatures of a divine being, eternal father of every man.
→ Within me is the fire burning and consuming in love for you.

→ 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.

→ Harmony gives light, enters, overwhelms and is beside you.

→ My son's heart has to beat and palpate for me at every moment of the day.

→ I take care of my children sweetly and delicately.

→ 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.

→ Happy you when your hearts palpitate for me, you acknowledge my majesty, my royalty, above all my sweetness of father and dad.

→ My grace spreads and becomes complete in my son, it takes on a sweet and delicate appearance, it makes the son mine in all the body, being, heart, reason, and knowledge.

→ The son who can love me is always in love, in joy, in light, in harmony, in the balance, that makes him shine not so little, but so overwhelming and strong in his greatness, that he expands himself in light, in love and in joy, and that all his being lives in the light.

→ I want infinite love and I give it to you.

→ God wants children who choose to be like him, absolutely divine.
→ You are immortal like me and my love, which is myself.
→ Burn for me as I love you.
→ You are mine as I am yours.
→ Our love has no end, it is eternal like us.
→ Your destiny is to live and be as I am, and it will come true if and when you want it.

→ I'm enough for you.

→ Your destiny is to abandon yourself to me, to desire me until you meet me, to burn for the truth, to put me before the world until you despise it, to choose me definitively, until you join me completely.

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