Its done.' Penteluck announced and scooped some onto a spoon for Zayne to drink.
'No chance, you first. You're already dead it won't kill you if you drink it.'
Penteluck frowned. 'Zayne I'm already dead, how will you know if it will kill you in the first place?'
She shrugged, 'it helps i guess.
And Esme remembered in a rush-the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.
In the spirit realm, whatever is said becomes a reality, then, it can be same in the abode of the living, for powerful species, to say whatever they like for an immediate manifestation, it is the law in the astral planes, and we don't care about the destination of the acting forces.
He knew perfectly well (even if he wasn’t inclined to admit it) that the material body had a spiritual aspect. He knew that “spirit,” however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences - which, though he might suppress them, he couldn’t altogether erase from memory.
We can feel the vibration that comes from the candle flame, burning it way into our innermind, no blurry images, clear as crystal, we enter into the highest consciousness, on our journey back home, we possess the eagle's eye, the eye that can see the invisible.