I am the Lord God, your God, the love and the purity of love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → True love attracts, conquers, circulates insistently in every man, is pure, not seducing or vain.
- → I want each child to seek and find the pure source of love, love, coherence, security, clarity and transparency.
- → I am the absolute, the unlimited, the eternal, the pure spirit, the true being.
- → Not believing in the existence of truth means not believing in anything, believing in pure nothingness, in total absurdity.
- → This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything, in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness, of total annihilation.
- → My son is mine, joined to me, part of me in light, in love, in harmony, in the pure awareness of me and him.
- → I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
- → You are woven into love, embraced by love, part of me and a big part as I am in love.
- → My children are mine, part of me and the best part of me.
- → Here is the beauty of belonging to God the father and eternal everything.
- → Take possession of my sweetness, of my love, that is into you but does not go out, my children.
- → Everything in me reflects a love, speaks of a love that overwhelms you, enters you, possesses every son, every man.
- → Lord God is a father, loving friend, who listens, talks, rejoices in this love, possesses love and always transmits this love.
- → Blessed are those who discover the wonder of belonging to the family of God the Father, unique, built family, designed on love, on truth, on the light that circulates in each of my children and makes each of my children happy.
- → Fill of love your being, your thoughts, your heart, what you already possess, until you can no longer contain it and you live only for me.
Relative arguments