A friend of mine made a comment about "Earth Angels" and the skeptic in me, came bursting out and threw her a dismissive wave of the hand and my face (ever the betrayer) clearly expressed my skepticism. Much later, i found myself googling earth angels and i went through several websites.. Some claimed that there were star people among us, some people with ESP, etc etc... Some were outrageously dubious..
So, who is an Earth Angel? An Earth Angel is somebody who draws random people to them and find himself/herself listening to people pouring out their souls and seeking comfort. An Earth Angel experiences frequent headaches and feels like he/she don't really belong in the society. He/She give out warmth to desolate souls and feeds them with a positive vibe.
Are Earth Angels real or is it one of those popular myths? Reading about it made me doubt it even more.. Suppose a person is compassionate and like all compassionate souls, this person sits and makes time for others and listens to all their woes and gives appropriate oohs and aah, the person turns into a beacon for everybody who is desperate for a friendly ear. I might be wrong. But hey, doesn't it make sense?
Perhaps I am wrong. The voice in my head just won't leave me alone. It keeps saying that the silver thread between reality and fiction, belief and skepticism, legend and myth is always thin.
So, who is an Earth Angel? An Earth Angel is somebody who draws random people to them and find himself/herself listening to people pouring out their souls and seeking comfort. An Earth Angel experiences frequent headaches and feels like he/she don't really belong in the society. He/She give out warmth to desolate souls and feeds them with a positive vibe.
Are Earth Angels real or is it one of those popular myths? Reading about it made me doubt it even more.. Suppose a person is compassionate and like all compassionate souls, this person sits and makes time for others and listens to all their woes and gives appropriate oohs and aah, the person turns into a beacon for everybody who is desperate for a friendly ear. I might be wrong. But hey, doesn't it make sense?
Perhaps I am wrong. The voice in my head just won't leave me alone. It keeps saying that the silver thread between reality and fiction, belief and skepticism, legend and myth is always thin.
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