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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ The father is the knowledge, the purest essence, the love which involves and makes free every my child.

→ Do not wander in the things of the world, do not worry about what makes you suffer.

→ The world is vain, the uncertainty is vain.
→ The world does not give certainty to you, the only certainty is me.
→ Recognizing the thoughts of the world for what they are, abandon them on their rise and seek me immediately.
→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.
→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.
→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.

→ Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.

→ 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.

→ My children are not weak, fragile, they must recognize, understand that such poverty can be enriched in me, that all the miseries that surround them, overwhelm them, is not misery and is richness.

→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.

→ The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.

→ In the adventure of the world you can realize that the world is just vain.

→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.

→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.

→ When I speak of love, I mean a formula of existence that appropriates the knowledge of mine, of your being, of infinite knowledge, going beyond a human plan, a formula of essential existence that is not explained in the world and that it only explains in me, God, master and father.

→ The real importance is not about the world, it is about knowledge, the essence for which every child is born and lives, the only basis of existence, the love that leads to eternity.

→ My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.

Recurrences in the text

→ The father is the knowledge, the purest essence, the love which involves and makes free every my child.
→ Do not wander in the things of the world, do not worry about what makes you suffer.
→ Recognizing the thoughts of the world for what they are, abandon them on their rise and seek me immediately.
→ You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
→ Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
→ 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.
→ My children are not weak, fragile, they must recognize, understand that such poverty can be enriched in me, that all the miseries that surround them, overwhelm them, is not misery and is richness.
→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.
→ The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
→ In the adventure of the world you can realize that the world is just vain.
→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.
→ You have resources and riches greater than the world.
→ When I speak of love, I mean a formula of existence that appropriates the knowledge of mine, of your being, of infinite knowledge, going beyond a human plan, a formula of essential existence that is not explained in the world and that it only explains in me, God, master and father.
→ The real importance is not about the world, it is about knowledge, the essence for which every child is born and lives, the only basis of existence, the love that leads to eternity.
→ My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.