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

→ 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.
→ 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.

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

→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.

→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.

→ Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads, does not recognize his and my identity, possesses a not vain, great love, throws himself into extreme choices, lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel, he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father, the love between father and son, he is clouded by something apparent, which is fixed deeply in his thoughts, in his memory, he is unable to work for my kingdom, for himself, not he knows what possesses him and harms him.

→ Everything is a deception in a world that is a scrap and based on the sand.

→ Every my child seeks love, sweetness that he does not find in the world and in the flesh.
→ The second revelation is about the development, the journey, the path that man conducts and passes in the world, and the ways of life.

→ The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.

→ Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.

→ When I talk about things I do not intend the things of the world and I mean eternal things.

→ Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.

→ This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.

Recurrences in the text

→ 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.
→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.
→ Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads, does not recognize his and my identity, possesses a not vain, great love, throws himself into extreme choices, lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel, he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father, the love between father and son, he is clouded by something apparent, which is fixed deeply in his thoughts, in his memory, he is unable to work for my kingdom, for himself, not he knows what possesses him and harms him.
→ Everything is a deception in a world that is a scrap and based on the sand.
→ Every my child seeks love, sweetness that he does not find in the world and in the flesh.
→ The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.
→ Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
→ When I talk about things I do not intend the things of the world and I mean eternal things.
→ Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
→ This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.

Relative arguments

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