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.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I always bless my children who listen to my teachings , who let themselves be led by me, who rejoice in this revelation , who love me, who love themselves as sons and recognize the lineage between me and them.→ 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 .→ When you can not find the way , listen in silence , with love , do not confuse me, your father , pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love .→ Today , every day , I am here with you, I look at you, I listen to you, I hold you by the hand , in my heart , in my thoughts , so tight as to make me feel in my whole being , to make you stop , detach from the things of the world . and really look for me.
→ 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.→ 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 .→ Let me own you and drag you to me.→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable .
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