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So angels are what's causing gravity?

It makes sense now!

Glad to be of service. ^_~

Why is it my posts always seem to be the last one on the page?

I've seen nary a shred of empirical evidence that angels are real.

On the other hand, the moon and sun are real and have both profound and subtle influences over us. I consider them to be much more suitable objects of veneration.

The chair you're sitting in should even be more important to you than any notions of angels, for it is in fact real.

I acknowledge that many people see the hidden hand of god in everything they don't understand. I consider it to be an intellectual cop-out. It's a simple solution for simple minds. To such people, mysteries become miracles, like these levitating rocks in India. I don't see a miracle. I see an unexplained phenomenon.

Like gravity... I can't actually see it... define what it really is even... Calling it gravity and simply accepting it as such is kind of an intellectual cop-out, isn't it?

Calling it earth's gravity and knowing it has a constant rate of acceleration = not a cop-out.

Calling it a miracle = cop-out. However, it never occurred to primitive people to see something as fundamental as gravity being the "hand of god". It was taken for granted. It was just an ordinary part of the way things were. Ever seen a statue to a "gravity god"? Ever heard of a God of Gravity? That sounds like a character from a Douglas Adams book. Better yet, a Terry Pratchett book.

I've been looking for angels for years, as well as ghosts and UFO's, but have been badly disappointed. However, I have also looked for evidence of natural selection and evolutionary adaptation among the creatures around us. This has not been a disappointment.

I cause gravity.

Me and the Chicago Bears.  (Bitch.)

Massachusetts REPRESENT

True, but on a side not: according to the Discovery channel they did a documentary on how the earth's magnetic field are in the process of flipping. Not related to gravity, but interesting none the less.

The chair you're sitting in should even be more important to you than any notions of angels, for it is in fact real....Anything is possible.

How sad not being able to believe in angels. How dry a life when not spirit-filled.  Look for evidence. You'll find it.

so believing in angels fills the spirit?

and drinking whisky fills you with spirits

angels are those little ceramic things you get at hobby lobby.

as of right now, there are 8 people on the forums who feel that they are doing (or have done) an angel's bidding.


scaaaary smurf.


i think if i encountered an angel i would definitely try to kill it or trap it in some way.

i think if i encountered an angel i would definitely try to kill it or trap it in some way.

How would one go about killing an angel?

I would prefer a firearm of some kind, barring that a knife or long pointy stick. Rocks are good too. Pretty much whatever I have on hand thats good for killin'.


OOH! If I were driving I would definitely try to run it over.

i think if i encountered an angel i would definitely try to kill it or trap it in some way.

How would one go about killing an angel?

i do not know the answer to this question, but i am willing to find out. it might be better to trap it cause then you could force the angel to take you to his pot of gold, or grant you 3 wishes (depending on which type of angel you caught).

I have an aunt that believes that angels and demons are constantly battling over people's souls, and sometimes she gets stuck in the middle of the battle and falls down.  Once an angel accidentally struck her on her shoulder with his sword, but she forgave him.  She also believes that my granny was possessed by Satan on her deathbed, but she preformed an exorcism and with the help of the angels, saved her just in time.

Yeah.

My grandma conversed with angels before she died.  She thanked them repeatedly for her life and all the good she had experienced, and they spoke back to her. 

She also conversed with the people she had known and loved throughout her life who were no longer living.  She was happy to see them again, and they were happy to see her.

So maybe I'm a little biased.

When my mother was dying, she kept talking to a boy who would serve her mimosa.  He lived in the bathroom.  Pretty cool, eh?

Boy. This conversation just took a turn for the disturbing, didn't it?

I'm thinking it sounds a lot like something from Dogma.