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(It is their wish. They are expecting you.) The INSPEC energy faded and I was alone. I seemed very physical as I stood there. I could feel the sun on my face. Light, cool breezes ruffled my hair. Hair? I wasn’t supposed to have … They were expecting me? I scanned in all directions, but with no ident, no, no, there is one, and it’s very, very familiar … over in the woods. I turned and walked … walked?… that inferred legs. I looked down and I did indeed have legs, very normal and very human, bare legs and bare feet, and I could feel the grass in my toes as I walked. I touched the rest of me as I headed for the large oaks, my body was physically real and warm under my fingers. I glanced down, and it was my body as a bean pole twenty-two years old … hah! No clothes! That’s some kind of progress. Now I could feel the soft wind against my body, the air in my lungs as I breathed. It was the first time that I could remember that I experienced a fully operational physical body in this state of consciousness. But I don’t see why I had to go all the way back to a skinny six-foot, one-thirty-seven-pounder … I reached the edge of the woods and started to enter, when I ran into a barrier, something that threw me back into the field. I stopped and looked, but my percept showed nothing. The familiar ident I couldn’t associate with anything was behind the barrier, so I tried again. It gave a little, but no more— and the invisible force itself was familiar yet I couldn’t connect the ident and the barrier. Something was missing. (You can stay in the grass and we will join you there.) No sound, it was NVC! We made it! Humans did it! We made the quantum jump from monkey chatter and all it implied! I was eager to meet the welcoming committee, whoever they were. I didn’t have to wait but a moment. A man and a woman came out from under the trees and stood in front of me. At least that nice polarity hadn’t changed. Both appeared to be in their late twenties, attractive, well formed, skin a suntan color, the man’s hair light brown, the woman’s dark. They smiled as I inspected them. I opened. (Well, I guess we haven’t changed as much as I thought we would. Not physically, anyway.) (Sorry about the mix-up, RAM.) The man rolled. (Your host forgot