My children don't feel loved.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ 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.

→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.

→ The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.

→ Do not be fooled by the world.

→ Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.

→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.

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

→ I am not poverty.

→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.

→ 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.

→ You are not a failure or a ghost.
→ The omnipotent Lord and holy father creates great things.
→ Do not get tired.
→ Man is not unworthy.
→ You and I are great in love.
→ You are capable.
→ You can do it.

→ Do not love the illusion.

Recurrences in the text

→ My children don't 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.
→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
→ The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
→ Do not be fooled by the world.
→ You have resources and riches greater than the world.
→ Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
→ I am not poverty.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in 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.
→ 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.
→ Do not get tired.
→ Do not love the illusion.
→ This life passes and escapes.
→ You are conditioned, bombed and involved by the world.