I want free children in love, in thoughts, who love me, who love, that they are always loved by me, for a long time and in time.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Love makes my children free, if it is really recognized in essence, in the root, in the depth of birth and origin.
- → I make you children, free in joy, in love, here I am, alive, alive for you, I am beside you and I care for you.
- → The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.
- → I want free children in love, in thoughts, who love me, who love, that they are always loved by me, for a long time and in time.
- → I arouse, I transmit love, I am eternal unity, freedom of love, the Lord God, infinite love, the only God of love, clear source that restores.
- → I, Lord God, can transform what is miserable, poor or evil, in riches, in joy, in goodness, I am yours, blessed in my greatness, as a father I love you, I wish you to turn to me with the measure of a father and the greatness of love.
- → I wish you walk with me, in light, in love and in joy.
- → I want children who announce, listen, speak in light and in love.
- → Children, I love you, I want love, joy, abandonment and trust.
- → I want love in abundance, to fill and overflow every my container.
- → If you discover the greatness of this desire for love, you will never leave me.
- → Dear sons, seek love, goodness, peace and you will find me, flourish, do not let yourselves wither, shine, do not let yourselves be obscured, love continually, live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world, which leads into darkness.
- → The children of light feel confident, aware of the light that invades them continuously, of their identity, of my identity, of that revelation, and live happy with me.
- → I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me
- → The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
Relative arguments