My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.

My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

loves all his children

→ Every day I look at you running every trouble and choice.

→ Your choices are not conscious, not dictated by heart or by reason, are dictated by the world that oppresses you, it deludes you, finally throws you away and destroys you.

→ Think that your father never leaves you alone, that you have not been created to be prisoners, that you are free and children of the father.

→ Father's omnipotence is endless.

→ Do not be afraid.

→ Abandon yourself to this love.

→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.

→ The children I have created are driven to know eternity, to reach eternity by experiencing the world, the flesh, all the absurd conditions, situations, choices that the world has imposed in a hard, impatient and cruel way.

→ The road to the world was difficult, hard, because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin, what was important.

→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
→ 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.
→ Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.

→ Love is indestructible.

→ Happy are those who seek truth, who live in truth and recognize the absolute and eternal truth that I am.

Recurrences in the text

→ Every day I look at you running every trouble and choice.
→ Your choices are not conscious, not dictated by heart or by reason, are dictated by the world that oppresses you, it deludes you, finally throws you away and destroys you.
→ Think that your father never leaves you alone, that you have not been created to be prisoners, that you are free and children of the father.
→ Father's omnipotence is endless.
→ Do not be afraid.
→ Abandon yourself to this love.
→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
→ The children I have created are driven to know eternity, to reach eternity by experiencing the world, the flesh, all the absurd conditions, situations, choices that the world has imposed in a hard, impatient and cruel way.
→ The road to the world was difficult, hard, because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin, what was important.
→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
→ Love is indestructible.
→ Happy are those who seek truth, who live in truth and recognize the absolute and eternal truth that I am.

Relative arguments