My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I want you to love me at every moment of the day and night, that your gaze does not rest on me with torment or difficulty, but rest on me with love, the great love that I have placed within you.
- → My child, I have created you, created in love, I have always called you by name, I have always been with you, without ever detaching myself, I have given you from the beginning intelligence, knowledge, love, all that you needed, of you I know everything, every difficulty, disturbance and worry.
- → Every my child has intelligence, the gifts that I have put into his heart, in reason, in the world he encounters so many difficulties, lack of love, worries, uncertainties, at the right time he finds a certainty, must discover my gifts, found my gifts he can work, get great results and reach eternity.
- → The origin of your insecurity is not me, it is you who seek in a world that cannot give certainties, which can only give seduction and deception.
- → You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
- → I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.
- → My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.
- → My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
- → 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.
- → Now I am here, I live in you, I want the abandonment, the confidence and the knowledge of all my being, that is love.
- → My son can reach me through my presence, silence, abandonment, trust and especially love.
- → I do not care what you call me, what I want is love and trust, I want your works to be alive in my life.
Relative arguments