If you forget love, the fact that I love you and you are made to love, then the painful illusion of the world takes over you and possesses you.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I want you to love me at every moment of the day and night, that your gaze does not rest on me with torment or difficulty, but rest on me with love, the great love that I have placed within you.
- → My child, I have created you, created in love, I have always called you by name, I have always been with you, without ever detaching myself, I have given you from the beginning intelligence, knowledge, love, all that you needed, of you I know everything, every difficulty, disturbance and worry.
- → Every my child has intelligence, the gifts that I have put into his heart, in reason, in the world he encounters so many difficulties, lack of love, worries, uncertainties, at the right time he finds a certainty, must discover my gifts, found my gifts he can work, get great results and reach eternity.
- → With this negative experience and in this difficult path, every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity, he knew the world, the power, the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible, because nonexistent, he looked at me, he saw that I am important, that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important, and he found me in trust and abandonment.
- → If you look at the things of the world, you will not discover me, the light, you will discover only deception, illusion, and you will end up despising even you.
- → Let go of the things of the world, they are temporary, illusory, worthless, they harm man if he sticks to them.
- → Illusion wants to obscure truth and unawareness is the state in which consciousness is dominated by illusion.
- → Contemplate the illusion, do not fight it, do not despise it, do not love it, do not hate it, observe its emptiness.
- → I am with you, talk to me, listen to me, love me, smile at the world and at the illusion that lasts a little and vanishes into nothingness.
Relative arguments