My love, the illusion of the world gives more evil than good.

My love, the illusion of the world gives more evil than good.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ 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.

→ 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.

→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.

→ 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 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 have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.

→ Leave what's not needed, what's not eternal.

→ My love, the illusion of the world gives more evil than good.

→ The human experience of pain is objectively inevitable in life in the world, because in it man must born, fall ill and die.

→ In addition, pain has a significant subjective factor, the difference between what you want and what happens, a difference on which man can gradually intervene.

→ Wake up, my love.

→ If you do not remember me, the world invades your conscience, conditions you, robs you of your transcendent nature, possesses you, makes you believe that you are similar, mortal, fragile.

→ The current constraints on your knowledge make it difficult for you to understand the truth, but they do not belong to you, they are the work of the world.

→ Say that this world is an illusion, a game and not a tragedy.

→ All that you really are is perfectly whole, beyond what belongs to time in the world and you will abandon in the world.

→ Those who live these certainties know that they belong to me, to the truth, and not to the world, in an indestructible bond of mutual love.

→ The illusion of the world generates a great but temporary pain, it has no power over the eternal truth, over your essence.

→ In this world you are destined to seek coherence starting from ambiguity.

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