I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ This need of love drives my children to look into the confusion and disorder of the world.

→ 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.

→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.
→ From every child, from every ruin of my child I build things that are not of the world, that are extraordinary events.

→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

→ The love generates joy and awareness, and it leads to me.
→ I want children aware of light and love.
→ In the adventure of the world you can realize that the world is just vain.
→ Know, be aware, know me, love me.
→ For a long time I tried to talk to you, but you did not listen to me, you were not aware of it.

→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.

→ Recognize the miracles I make in your life, in your existence, that happen, that you do not see, because you are taken from the worries of the world and of the flesh.

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

→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.

→ 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

→ My children don't feel loved.
→ This need of love drives my children to look into the confusion and disorder of the world.
→ 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.
→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.
→ In the adventure of the world you can realize that the world is just vain.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ Recognize the miracles I make in your life, in your existence, that happen, that you do not see, because you are taken from the worries of the world and of the flesh.
→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.
→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
→ 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.