"...Resurrected Undead?"
Aiwass was somewhat startled.
For he was a bona fide Priest—a third Energy Level Priest, a rank slightly weaker than that of a bishop. He couldn't possibly fail to distinguish between the Undead and the living.
In Aiwass's field of vision, whether it was the Dwarf Magnet Hammer or Old William, they were all bona fide living people. And according to their accounts, they all entered Eagle Cape Village from the swampland, all of them the "resurrectees" referred to by the elders.
"It is indeed so."
The elderly man nodded slowly, his one eye fixed on Aiwass. "I am telling you this secret because... you are the heir chosen by Jacob. And Jacob has bestowed upon us a debt of gratitude that we can never repay."
"I have come here to seek the inheritance of my grandfather."
Aiwass stated bluntly, "Therefore, I need more knowledge, more truth—so please tell me more about what's real."
"It should be so..."
The elderly man said softly.
