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(Frank Longwell visited today. He came to get his rope out of the fireplace chimney—our family of raccoons is still there, evidently immune to the temptations offered by the rope. They are chattering mildly behind me now as I work on these notes.

[...] The rope jumping is a good idea from this standpoint. [...]

[...] He should try jumping rope in his mind, and then perform physically. [...]

[...] I do not expect you to jump ropes around your consciousness, but I do expect you to realize that you can use it in many ways. [...]

Now I am not going to stay with you too long since I have put my friend Ruburt through the ropes this week. [...]

(Friday, May 15, 9:15 PM: Brief glimpse of two house painters in white coveralls hauling selves up the side of a white house on some kind of automatic scaffold; pulled themselves up by means of ropes running over their shoulders. [...]

[...] With the other, and his feet, he was to maneuver his way back down the wall, with only a white rope as an aid, until he reached the street. [...]

[...] They are free with their energy, but they use it as a fine jeweled rope so that their force can be so fascinating to you that you do not realize that you are being bound about the neck. [...]

[...] You will leave it one day, nevertheless, and you had better get used to it now and learn the ropes. [...]

[...] Fred has it wrapped in brown paper and so much yellow string that at first I thought he’d used a rope like a clothesline as a binder. [...]

[...] He returned at 5 PM to drop a heavy rope down the chimney in the hope the raccoon might climb out. [...]

[...] They represent the intent to discover once again the true transparent delight that you once felt in the manipulation of your own consciousness, as you looped and unlooped it like a child’s jumping rope.

I had one note: his jumpy-roping is good for him, and he should continue. [...]

It is your rope. [...]

(Then my feet [in shoes as I lay on the bed] lying about six inches apart, felt as though they were connected to each other by a bridge or rope of flesh. [...]

([Gert:] “In one of my mirror trances I got an image of a man climbing the ropes of an old-fashioned ship. [...]

[...] They wove it together like rope, then made the nets.

[...] One of the symbols is a snake shape, like a heavy twisted rope. [...]

[...] With a power saw one man cut into the base of the tree; pulling on a rope thrown over a higher branch, two other men pulled it down. [...]

[...] His hobby is rope work, and at times the designs he uses are quite complicated.

[...] I do not skip a rope or dance through the hula but I amuse myself with thoughts and games that you have long forgotten. [...]