Online I never found anyone attractive or interesting - I am old fashioned there and consider the WWW as an information-exchange-medium only, a left-brain-thing.
Obviously some did not understand my question. I own a totally normal and average human body with not much physical attractiveness, looking into a mirror reveals a 39er with too much grey hair and an uncut beard with longer hair. This charisma I can trace back through my whole life and it works not Online but in real-life: it most often manifest itself in a kind of "okay, he is the boss - he tells us what to do ..." reaction of humans or the totally polarized contrary of loving me: burning hate. I utilize this charisma in my medicinal job during interaction with my patients. However the whole thing increased over the last couple of years. My first strategy, well before I awoke, was that I told around that I would be gay. That led to the same problems with gay men ... - today I do not tell anything about my sexual orientations but obviously this strategy does not work, either.
Note, that before I ask such kind of questions, there were literally many incidents like that.
Recently I have read this article here that describes incarnated angels. Well, there is at least an explanation for the total normal outlook of many angels in-carnae around nowadays. But - and this question I asked, too: This is a newer feature and in older times angels did not have those spells upon them - or better: they had much lesser restrictions binding them. Why that change?
A funny sidestep: Yesternight I phoned with a friend and we reflected on an interesting question: Browsing through those esoteric boards and witch-boards on the Internet we always find only requests of charmings FOR love, but not AGAINST it. Interesting *lol*
@ Motley: "If it's any consolation Val, I'm not attracted to you. <!-- s

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If some people really see angels where others see only empty space, let them paint the angels. (John Ruskin, 1819 - 1900, english critic and writer)