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(I seemed to briefly hover just above the two men after they had left the spindly ladder of the landing craft, & stepped onto the moon surface. Briefly, I saw them quite clearly. Somehow, I knew the one I was concerned about was Armstrong.

(I saw him fall to, or lying, on the moon surface, in some kind of trouble. Aldrin was standing close by—a few feet away, & approaching and/or bending over Armstrong. Also a few feet away—5 or 6—was the ladder the 2 men had used to descend from the module.

Also, there was someone at the top of the ladder, indicating both the source and the potential of your abilities, also their uplifting tendencies. [...] You were also making your own way up the ladder, this indicating your knowledge that your own efforts are involved.

[...] I had to climb up a long ladder set against a building wall to get to the doctor and even as I talked to him I had to stand below him and look up. [...]

[...] You had to climb up, symbolically, but the ladder you see was one-directional rather than crooked, and this shows that the road is clear.

[...] There’s never a surge up a few rungs on the ladder, from which we can look back in triumph.

(Very loud.) I want you to climb the vowels and syllables of this voice as if they were indeed a ladder, and let them carry you into dimensions that are native to you, dimensions that are yours by right, that are your heritage; (really booming) dimensions of awareness that you carry within you both day and night, beneath the level of your ordinary days. [...]

Climb up my words then, rush up the vowels and the syllables and let them form for you a ladder of energy by which you can send. [...]

[...] They not only buy books for themselves and for friends, but they use the books like ladders, and if they were at the same point of development, so to speak, in the psychic field as you are, they would not need the books; and their needs, like yours, would be elsewhere.

[...] Certain portions of the personality in your terms are able to climb up further, as on (the) steps of a ladder. [...]

[...] Then while his two helpers stood guard to keep the raccoon in the tree, Floyd lugged a very heavy flat stone up the ladder and planted it across the chimney; he’s going to cement a wire mesh in place as a permanent seal against animals and birds.

(Frank, incidentally, had brought a ladder so he could get upon the roof to look down our chimney in an effort to see what creatures were causing the rumpus in the fireplace above the damper. [...]

[...] He promised to bring a ladder to the house next week so we could inspect the flue from the roof. [...]

[...] He is one rung of the ladder, yet he is also part of the rung above him, and the rung below. [...]

[...] He often worked from high ladders.

(Beyond my figure I saw the typical blue-green opaque water of the tiled swimming pool, and some shining pipe work, evidently a fence or ladder. [...]

[...] On the same day, I sent out a book of poetry, The Sky Will Send Down Ladders. On March 12, I dreamed that both had been returned. [...]

[...] I came to know intimately all of the dead-end streets opening off the main road, Coleman Avenue, like steps in a ladder that led up the hill to Pinnacle Road. [...]