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

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.

→ 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.

→ 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.
→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.

→ But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.

→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.

→ What surrounds you is vain, confused, unclear and disordered.

→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.

→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.

→ Love surpasses barriers in the world, all sorts of evil and ambiguity.

→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.
→ My sons, knock down your insecurities, every illusion and disappointment, destroy what causes pain, poverty and deception, free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only, immortal and indestructible certainty.
→ Get rid of what torments you or makes you fall, because everything is supported by this love, I am the eternal rock, the pillar, the primary column and nothing can hurt you or fall you down.
→ Do not be afraid, the world can not do anything to you.
→ If you don't let it, the world can't do anything to you or possess you.

→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.

→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.

→ The father does not resign himself to leaving his children at the mercy of the world, he has planned for each child not to be alone, to have me as a father, love, the beauty of the union of this family that is of the Lord.

Recurrences in the text

→ 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.
→ Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.
→ But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.
→ If your actions push you towards confusion, towards incoherent attitudes, act more strongly in me, with love, recognize me, always recognize that every thought of yours, every sick act of yours is illusory, vain, improbable.
→ What surrounds you is vain, confused, unclear and disordered.
→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.
→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.
→ Love surpasses barriers in the world, all sorts of evil and ambiguity.
→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.
→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.
→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.
→ The father does not resign himself to leaving his children at the mercy of the world, he has planned for each child not to be alone, to have me as a father, love, the beauty of the union of this family that is of the Lord.

Relative arguments