The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ The justice between me and you is not of the world , it is not reflected in guilt , it is of the spirit of the father , it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons , it is reflected , it spreads in the love that is not poor , not solitary , not superficial , it is deep , complete , that, if it is already known and possessed , it fills , transforms my son .
→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .
Recurrences in the text
→ I am not poverty .→ The third revelation aims at explaining the reason of man who begins to experiment with a useless experience on the human side , which pushes and moves in the world .→ Nothing is destroyed , because I, the father , help my children , I transform evil into good , pain into joy , even from mud I can draw joy in my children .→ I come in peace and joy .→ The justice between me and you is not of the world , it is not reflected in guilt , it is of the spirit of the father , it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons , it is reflected , it spreads in the love that is not poor , not solitary , not superficial , it is deep , complete , that, if it is already known and possessed , it fills , transforms my son .→ My son 's heart has to beat and palpate for me at every moment of the day .→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .→ My thoughts of love are indestructible .→ The father , God , shines , wants bright sons , who never turn away from his love , who never cease to love and find him .→ Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed , molded by me, who abandon themselves , trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.→ Happy are those who continually desire me as a father , they feel and wish to be children .→ The love of these children makes me happy , makes them happy and completely mine .→ I could accomplish everything done from the beginning and immediately .Relative arguments