Even Damiel was a bit gloomy at the prospect of endless, v. boring and pointless discussions about whether angels exist, or not.
Nearly 40% of Brits and 70% of Americans do.
According to James Walton, in The Spectator.
Although whether angels walk amongst us, remains (if we’re very, very honest with ourselves,) highly unlikely, angel products, TV shows and books are everywhere.
It’s been a while since Wim Wenders’ Wings of Desire.
But still they come.
Angels everywhere.
Angelology, a new book by Danielle Trussoni, is being published by Penguin, in April.
It, at least, is being marketed as fiction.
But that distinction does not deter other “experts” in the Angel category.
Angels in my hair is the autobiography of Lorna Byrne, an Irish woman, who claims to have seen angels every day since she was a baby.
Then there’s Angel Whispers, by Jenny Smedley who claims “scientists” have differentiated between various “dimensions between our guardians and God.”
And In The Miracles of Archangel Michael, Doreen Virtue, (Phd!) notes that the Archangel suspends the laws of physics to intervene in some car crashes.
(What? Only, some, but not all car crashes? Oh, don’t get me started.)
I would not love to start an argument with any of these writers, or any fans of any of these writers. (And yes, sadly, many of the Angel “experts,” appear to be women,) as the younger, feistier me, is already battle-scarred from earlier foolish encounters with the kind of people who want to fight about whether angels or Gods exist.
Or enter into rigorous and endless discussions about any of the following: holographic reprogramming, Indigo Children, homeopathy, crystals, horoscopes, psychic readings, Reiki, or any other similar “alternative” beliefs.
Never mind recklessly taking on Mothers who refuse to immunise their children against measles (because “the MMR injection causes autism,”) or those who believe in ….oh, enough.
There’s a brilliant book called Bad Science, by a Doctor /Scientist/ Journalist, called Ben Goldacre, who also has a website, (visit!) who is much better educated and equipped than I, to debunk that kind of fluffy, daffy thinking.
If, again in all honesty, it can be called thinking, at all.
Wishful thinking, perhaps.
We do, as a society, have to put our faith, somewhere.
For those who believe in science, research, study, data and education, it could be a long, boring, cold winter at book clubs and dinner parties.
James Walton draws attention to the Q and A at the end of yet another Angel tome, Dear Angel Lady, by Jacky Newcombe, and one question, in particular: “I want to teach others more about angels,” asks a fan of the “Angel Lady,” “Do I need a qualification?”
“No.” replies Jacky.
