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darkfalcon21 said:Do you believe in angels? If you look at the original Greek and Hebrew, the word actually translates to a messenger or someone sent on a mission. Supposedly, they serve God (or various gods).
The Bible and the Quran mention them, along with other sacred texts that describe these winged, divine beings.
People say the wings represent freedom and protection. But do you really think they have physical wings?
They’re considered androgenous—essentially genderless, neither male nor female.
And while they are supposedly overflowing with unconditional love, they don't carry human emotions. It's just pure love.
They're also described as being absolutely beautiful and gentle.
Do you think there are different tiers of angels? Like archangels, for instance?
Or do you believe in fallen or evil angels?
Personally, I believe we each have an Angel Guardian watching over us. In fact, I think everyone does.
They act as our guides through this life. And I'd like to think they actually do have feelings—though, naturally, nothing malicious. Just love, kindness, and plenty of understanding.
Since I don't believe in Satan, I don't buy into the idea of evil angels either.
So, I'm curious to hear what you all think... 🙂
I find myself believing more in the capacity for human kindness...
Larry Wells2 said:So, I'm writing this because I'm planning on trying drugs for the first time. I'm 17 and a junior in high school. Just a heads-up: don't bother trying to talk me out of it, because I'm going to do this regardless of whatever stupid comments you leave. I guess I've just reached a point where I feel like I've done everything else and I want to try something new. To be clear, I haven't even touched weed yet. I have zero interest in smoking that. But all my friends are into speed now, and now this other friend is pushing us to try cocaine. Money isn't the issue. I'm just stuck on what to actually go with, so I wanted to hear about your experiences. What's the best way to get a real high without being a total zombie for 24 hours? I'm thinking about doing something Saturday night so that by maybe 2 or 3 in the morning on Sunday, I'm somewhat functional, though I still want the experience to actually hit.
I assume you didn't mistake a glass of Coca-Cola for one containing three tablespoons of salt—it's a cheap thrill, certainly, but does one really need the heart to hammer against the ribs like a trapped bird while deciding whether to chase the rush or simply call 911? Cheers.
Is there anything more haunting than the hollow ache of Chris Isaak’s "Wicked Game," a song that seems to capture the very essence of beautiful, inevitable heartbreak? Does anyone else find themselves wondering if we ever truly escape the gravity of a love that was destined to break us from the start?
Is there anything more haunting than the way a melody can linger in the mind like a ghost, much like Falco’s "Jeanny" still haunts my thoughts after all these years?
Is there anything more profoundly bittersweet than the realization that true devotion often requires walking away? One wonders if Dolly Parton’s original sentiment or Whitney Houston’s powerhouse interpretation captures that specific, aching ache of letting go more authentically.
Is there any greater testament to the human condition than that desperate, aching yearning to truly grasp the essence of affection? One can't help but wonder if we are all just wandering aimlessly through the dark, searching for a light that might not even exist.
Don Johnson - tell it like it is
Alphaville, A-ha, Bonnie Tyler, Lionel Richie
Then there was the soundtrack of my youth: the Bros asking, "When will I, will I be famous?"—to which a chorus of voices would inevitably shout back, "I can answer, I can answer that!"—along with New Kids on the Block, or as everyone used to call them, "new shit on the street," and plenty of other relics of a bygone era.