Two figures stood at the cliff top.

“How did I get here?” asked Rex, turning to his companion who eerily slid just out of view.

Looking down Rex could see himself again, and checked to see if he could feel himself while asking, “How come I’m solid again?”

Your presence in the real world grounds your mind and naturally distils your essence into its original physical form.

“Then why didn’t you just bring me back here first?”

Almost as the question left his mouth, a bird flying above relieved itself mid-flight on Rex’s all-too-real head.

Because just as you must will yourself to be in the non-physical plane, so you must learn that you are not bound to the physical any more in this plane.

“Did you make that bird do that somehow?” asked Rex, wiping the bird-goop from his hair.