... et Spiriti Sancti.

Fingers flowing in incandecent mist, sparks and motes of fire , shrouded in tendrils of smoke.
Touching and feeling the essence that is the fire-to-be. Temperature is already high, eyes shut drying up from the heat.
Inwards movement, hands folding, Mist following the gesture bringing the burning specs closer , coalescing into a bright core near the sternum.
Outwards stretch, arms unfolding trailing oposite directions- smoke following suite forming a blackened whirl flaked with fiery motes. The core sends out thin rings of condensed heat pushing sparks and smoke outwards, four , six then eight same centered rings are shot in vertical and paralel directions outlining the human form , encasing it in a transparent sphere.
Body movement, spiral. Hands outstreched. Gravity loses it's grip, as matter transmogrifies into energy. Surrounding objects are light aflame but maintain structural bonds, yet losing physical mass. Everything floats, linned in tongues of fire, pulsing with heat and bright light.
Golden light, in fiery orange tinctures, streaked with silver smoke. Walls pulsing with heat,paint pealing and setting of in to the air before it desolves in motes of fire, stone liquifying grasping desperately in it's surroundings.
Head pushed back, hair crowning upwards, arms outstreched hands facing the welcoming sky. Legs reaching for the ground, toes not touching earth. A heavenly burning Nirvana that offers room for only the spirit. Cleansed of all other elements. Purified by limning flames.
The core suspended in front of the solar plexus sending out rings of fire pulsing in time with the heart. A steady slow tempo.
Breathe in one last breath, audiable drawing in smoke and dots of light. Holding in the remnant of mortality, an anchor to all that is human. The threshold between elemental and mundane.
Reaching the peak of the convergeance , release it all in a flux.
Drained of all color and substance everything in a few meters turns pure white, pulsating solid fire.
The first sensation of recovery comes from the toes as they touch the ground once again fingers following, then knees.

His eyes open and flash white before returning to a mortal shade of hazel. The first exhalation is smoked and then it's pure air again. Temperature downgraded to normal. Everything is now bleached white and smoothed. Nothing charred, only purified.

.. alarm clock rings.. time to go to work again.