The children of light have recognized me, they are recognized in love, they have realized in light, in love, and in eternity.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → In the world my children fight to affirm themselves, to fulfill themselves in love, they discover that I, the father, am there for them, with them, in hiding, in silence, they can see me, they find a light that is first small, then large, dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone.
- → 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.
- → Those who love me can feel me in the silence of their hearts.
- → If I, God, love you and allow you to face such a difficulty, my correctness implies that you are immense, divine, similar to me.
- → If you think about it, you can understand that I am completely unconditional and you are my son, like me.
- → Your experience of my opposite offers you the possibility to choose me with a love similar to mine, because you are similar to me, divine.
- → Observe the darkness of the world and the light of love, choose between them, discover who you are like and who you belong to.
- → The game of the world is painful and misleading, it produces uncertainty, it tries to take away from man the awareness, the memory of his identity, of his destiny.
- → Your identity, what you are, is what you are for me, it does not change, it is not your state, it is not conditioned, it does not depend on events, the world or history.
- → You were created to seek your true identity, to be great, confident, free to love and be loved.
- → You have the task of orienting yourself and choosing between opposing logics until you understand which one you love and identifies you.
- → When you forget me you lose yourself too, you are alienated, robbed of your identity, alien to yourself, forbidden by the truth.
Relative arguments