You are woven into love, embraced by love, part of me and a big part as I am in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My son is mine, joined to me, part of me in light, in love, in harmony, in the pure awareness of me and him.
- → Rejoice of me, who am not vain, adventurous, who am clear, limpid, pure, crystalline and certain.
- → 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.
- → My foundation is on rock, on the essence of love, harmony, truth, purity, clarity, knowledge, peace and justice.
- → I give to you, I welcome you as children and not as sinners.
- → The beauty of love lies in this revelation between me father and you, seen as children, sprouts of the origin of God, of the father, and not as sinners.
- → You are not sinners, you are children, creatures and mine.
- → Remember in a delicate, sweet way that the father is love, he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children, love and loved ones.
- → I want children who announce that I am father, as well as God, who tell everyone that my kingdom is of love, peace, joy, justice, that my truth is infinite, mine and yours.
- → Announce to everyone love, that I am a father and you are loved sons, acknowledged, the dialogue which I desire from you in joy, in pain, not to be overwhelmed by an inconsistent, deceptive, nonexistent and apparent world.
- → This is the time of love fully turned, projected, directed towards me, of announcement, of knowledge, of knowing me and my love, that my children know me as God, father, loved, desired, wanted as I desire and want them.
- → Man needs love, he was created for love, he is love in every part, he must recognize what he has inside, he must know who he is, who I am, he can realize the truth by detaching himself from the world, from empty things , vain, illusory, which do not give love, which give only an apparent, fragile love which tends to destroy and destroy itself.
- → 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.
Relative arguments