Whoever finds me, finds, reaches peace, justice, purity, full light, full love, the freedom to truly be a child who moves, acts, walks in me and in love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ I know your insecurities, frailties that are broken down with me and your love.
→ Loving and knowing me, they will know the greatness of the love and of loving.
→ Only knowing me my children will know and find themselves and me.
→ I know what the man does not know.
→ Be bearers of light, peace, love, so that all brothers and sisters know and love me.

→ I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.

→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.

→ Do not be overwhelmed by the world.

→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
→ Now I, the Lord and Father, have known all that the world and the flesh has done to every one of my sons, I have seen and canceled all the pain that my sons have experienced in the world, the struggles of my sons for what they believed in the world, but it was not important.

→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.

→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.

→ Every my child has uncertainties that are not his own, that the world has labeled, sculpted, he lives spotted by an useless label given him from the world, he must only be able to find me, my light, his light and his love.

→ Look for me, who am eternal.
→ Be faithful to my infinite love.
→ You have no good reason to neglect me, for what I am, what I can, what the world is and what you are.

→ Living only as children in love, in joy, in the truth that I am, you are free, in love, generous and mine.

→ I create and not destroy, love and not hate, and I am not the darkness in this dark world, because I am the light.

Recurrences in the text

→ What surrounds you is nothing.
→ My everything is not vain.
→ I know your insecurities, frailties that are broken down with me and your love.
→ I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
→ Whoever finds me, finds, reaches peace, justice, purity, full light, full love, the freedom to truly be a child who moves, acts, walks in me and in love.
→ Do not be overwhelmed by the world.
→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.
→ Every my child has uncertainties that are not his own, that the world has labeled, sculpted, he lives spotted by an useless label given him from the world, he must only be able to find me, my light, his light and his love.
→ Look for me, who am eternal.
→ Living only as children in love, in joy, in the truth that I am, you are free, in love, generous and mine.
→ I create and not destroy, love and not hate, and I am not the darkness in this dark world, because I am the light.