Last night I was base-jumping spacetime with some other astral entities, and a being in the group kept not-doing something she was supposed to do. Since we were interdimensionally (similar to “internationally”) working together as a group, this just wouldn’t do.
After the Nth time this happened, I stopped the group mid-flight, and with spacetime flowing around us, I telepathically (and compassionately) asked, “Why aren’t you doing what you’re supposed to do?” Her answer, loosely translated into human terms, came down to, “I’m afraid.”
The moral of this little interdimensional story is that wherever, whenever, and whatever you are, conquer your fears or they’ll conquer you. (If you don’t, they’ll follow you on every plane of existence.)