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Friday, December 10, 2010
Up from the Floorboards
I am at a high school. In many ways it is very cool, cutting edge, with gardens on the rooftops and what appears to be an alternative curriculum. However, a lady I am with who has some authority in the school yells at one of the students. He is a teenager. He goes off to hide somewhere in the building. A search is set up for him, but no one finds him. He has gone missing. We start searching the school frantically, while others are blase and just go about their business. Eventually, someone I am following, another student (?) finds a spot on the floor board that is moist and wet. A decayed rotting smell is also noticed. Ripping up the floorboards we find the body of the student who had gone missing in his rage against the lady who had been in a rage at him. The feet come up first. He is stiff as a board. Apparently he died from lack of air or food.
On waking up I felt like I had let the kid down by not finding him in time. I also feel this relates to the Current Work to be unertaken: the Rite of the Children. All comments welcome. I also feel their is an element of shamanic soul recovery going on her. What will it take to revive this kid, if he can be revived. Anger was a common feeling for me in my compulsory schooling.
Justin
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Recent Painting Dreams
Saturday, November 13, 2010
- Recently I dreamed a coy and funky little pixie moved into the space under my entryway. Small, green, looking like youd think- it kept razzing me and mooning me....grinning....flitting about....slanted eyes, all green, little flower-like cap...- but so damn cute. Very vivid and real dream.
Weird. So now what do I do? Ive been told to feed it- sweets and honey have been offered as traditional. Im living a Sandman comic...
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She Raises A Dark Smile to People Essencing Around
I dreamed thta I was reading an email post from a woman I know and the part I
remember was somewhat poetic:
She raised a dark smile to people essencing around
That is all I remember
Glowing White Obelisk and Dr. Love
First night with 1.5 mg of melatonin (1/2 tab)
Glowing White Obelisk on Auspicious Knoll
In one dream I looked on the nice knoll in the field across the road and saw
a magnificently glowing white obelisk – the glow was rather magickal and gave me
a feeling of awe.
Dr. Love
I was watching a late night TV commercial where this guy with a 70’s mustache was
horizontal and making out with a 70’s chick with words on the screen advertising his
chiropractor and massage services. Then a breast was revealed and down went his face.
I was a bit perplexed thinking wow these late night commercials are pretty saucy.
Incidentally I read that melatonin may be better with smaller doses since it was said in the
lucid dreaming w/supplements book that when one wakes up it is hard to get back to sleep. I went to bed early since I had to get up at 4:30 AM. I woke up at 2 and experienced a little insomnia – felt real awake – but I think I was back to sleep in about
15-20 min. I did get to sleep fairly quick early in the eve – which was good for me.
Buried Horse, Little Girl and Scarlet Woman Book, and The Apostle Craig
I dreamed an acquaintance who had horses had buried one with the head sticking out
of the ground near the road. A few sheep and goats were in a pen back from the road.
They were lounging. No feelings except to think, bummer the horse died.
Analysis: Perhaps this ties in with my dream of horse body and head last month. In both cases they were separate but not separate. I thought also of Hayagriva – the horse-headed one – stealer of the Vedas in Hindu myth where Vishnu appears in the same horse-headed form and returns the Vedas. Hayagriva is a great protector in Buddhist Vajrayana. In Tibetan Buddhism he is said to aid in helping the practitioner to better visualize the tantric mandalas and such. Also in my travels for work I often get near a town in NY called Horseheads and sometimes stay there. The name derives from a General Sullivan’s campaign to battle the Iroquois in 1779 – they apparently made a 450 mile journey through wooded and mountainous country coming through Pennsylvania with an inadequate food supply both for men and horses. Many horses died or became disabled. At the town – the Iroquois apparently found many bleached horses skulls and lined them up along the valley – which they named the Valley of the Horseheads. Also there are folks that live a ways down the road from me that have a white horse – and I don’t recall seeing him as of late – though sometimes he wanders upland. Update – my wife says he is still around.
Little Girl and Scarlet Woman Book
We were camping at home and in the morning the mail person had mail at the end of the lane. I was naked and went to get it but I saw a young little girl walking up the lane so I went and wrapped a blanket around me. I did not get what I was expecting in the mail but I did get a book I had ordered about The Scarlet Woman.
The Apostle Craig (10/31/2010 half-waned moon)
There was a news story about business men in China propitiating the Apostle Craig.
They used information from oil wells. The dream was vague (which rhymes with Craig).
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Greeting the Willow Tree
November 9th 2010 7:15 AM EST
I am on a bicycle/moped now at the bottom of Queen City Ave. and Beekman, near the BP and the old factory that is no longer in use. It seems there is also a used car place here. I see Joe Hill, the janitor from the library, and the see the mean maintenance man from the library whom I don't like, and want to avoid him. I don't want him to know I am here, so I drive up a nearby street that goes up a steep hill.
As I do so I find I am on a road that has wild prairie fields on either side. At the very end of the road a willow tree is planted and it is flowering. I get off my bike and go up to it. At this point I realize I have a little dog with me, a chihuahua, sitting in a quart sized plastic kitchen containter that is strapped down in the back of the bike. I let him out with me, and go under the canopy of the willow tree. I am very excited. I know it is very old and and planted here specially. I see that I am in a park, but judging from the signs it is under repair. The visitors center is also closed. There is a sacred mystical feel to the tree and it has a red flower.
Coming out from under its branches it is full on night now, where before when I was riding up the hill through the fields the sky was painted in gorgeous bursts of red as the sun set. I look to the right and see a very old house, wooden, and also painted red. The place has been abandoned for awhile. The windows are boarded up, and some of the wood is falling apart. It is dilapidated. Nevertheless I think that if I was brave enough I would bring a group of friends with me to break in and explore the building. It has a classic haunted feel.
then I turn and see a group of robed teenagers coming up the hill. They are here either to play a live action role playing game or to engage in a neo-pagan ritual. Whereas neither of those things bother me, I still get a creepy vibe off of them. I'm afraid of them and want to get out of there. I scramble around looking for the dog, trying to put it back in the bucket, and then put ut the bucket back on the bike. But I'm having a hard time.The kids are closer now, but I don't feel as threatened. Though there is still something quite ominous about them.
Feelings: A sense of mystery, awe, deeper reality reaching out to me. I also felt a story I've been incubating as I work on other material calling out to me for attention.
Reality: I don't think this particular park exists. Although there is another park in the Fairmount that overlooks the city it doesn't have a visitors center or fields surrounding it. I don't know if there is a willow tree there. Otherwise the place has the feel of the "alternate Cincinnati".
Actions: Look up mythology surrounding the Willow Tree. Perhaps write aspects of this dream into the story when it comes time.
Motto: The mysteries of the trees are open to me.
photo by Alan Burnstein.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Initiatory Dream - Plumbers and Wisdoms
The night before a note to this man had been written though not sent, expressing feelings of discomfort in attending social events due to his possibly being there. It feels as if the spirits of the Wise (yes, plumbers are wise (wo)men, too) have given their advice and I thank them for their presence in my dream. It had, indeed, been a while.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Occult blues
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Shifting Dream
The dream shifts abruptly and I am running like the wind down an enormous hillside onto a plain. I feel shock as I become entangled in some sort of net. As I struggle for freedom, I notice two farm boys about a hundred yards aways operating machinery that tightens the net. I persist in the struggle and figure out the weave of the net (five major bands that I must pull over my head and out of). As I become free, the two boys run away in horror. I wake up wondering what happened.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
On the Shelves of the Learned Ones of the Magickal Library
Dreamers are readers. At least they will be, when they start tracking down clues and research leads our dreams often give us as homeWork assignments. Egyptian priests who specialized in dreaming were at one time called “The Learned Ones of the Magic Library” (thanks Robert). To gear up towards becoming a Learned One of dreams and of (winged) books, I’m posting this list of the dream books on my shelf. This is by no means meant to be an exhaustive bibliography of the many books available on dreams, but just a list of those books that have helped me the most in my own practice of dreaming.
Foundational Materials:
Conscious Dreaming by Robert Moss. This is Robert’s first book on dreams and lays the ground work for the subsequent developments and breakthroughs in his approach. It is a synthesis of shamanism and contemporary dreamwork that he has termed Active Dreaming. This is a good place to start for learning basic practices like dream re-entry. I’d read other books about dreams and been keeping a dream diary on and off for several years, but this is the book that really opened up my understanding of my own dreams.
The Three “Only” Things: Tapping the Power of Dreams, Cooincidence, and Imagination by Robert Moss. A basic manual for navigating the world by being attentive to dreams & synchronicity while using the power of imagination to become a Way Maker.
Dream Work: Techniques for Discovering the Creative Power in Dreams by Jeremy Taylor. Another “Aha” moment in this book, and a lot of good info for working with dreams in groups and using dreams for social change.
Going Deeper:
Soul Retrieval by Sandra Ingerman. After I had been journaling my dreams for a few years I started noticing a theme where I returned again and again to the sewers. Eventually I had the realization that a piece of myself had gone missing when I was in my teens. She writes that shaman’s “believed that whenever we suffer an emotional or physical trauma a part of our soul flees the body in order to survive the experience. The definition of soul that I am using is soul is our essence, life force, the part of our vitality that keeps us alive and thriving.” By keeping track of your dreams you will be given the opportunity to restore your vitality by reclaiming lost aspects of your soul. Some are even called to do this for others and the culture at large. This book is a vital bit of what Robert Moss calls “paleothic psychology”.
Singing the Soul Back Home: Shamanism In Daily Life by Caitlin Matthews. This is an excellent pan-traditional book exploring the world of shamanism. Well researched, the book is also filled with numerous practical exercises for “Walking Between the Worlds”. Magic is a practical art.
Dreamgates: Exploring the Worlds of Soul, Imagination, and Life Beyond Death by Robert Moss. Fun adventures in the imaginal realms including trips to the House of Time and other collaborative astral locales.
The Dreamers Book of the Dead: A Soul Travelers Guide to Death, Dying, and the Other Side by Robert Moss. It’s inevitable. You might as well start preparing for the transition. Perhaps there are family members and loved ones you need to reconnect with, or who are showing up in your dreams. This book will help you work with these situations.
Dreaming True by Robert Moss. A thorough exploration of dream precognition. Valuable also for an account of how Harriett Tubman used her dreams to help escaped slaves make it from the south to the north on the underground railroad.
The Secret History of Dreaming by Robert Moss. An excellent treatise exploring history through the lens of dreams. How dreams have shaped history. An expansion of the Harriet Tubman material is provided, along with detailed accounts of the role of dreams in the lives of hero and tree-seer Joan of Arc, writer Mark Twain, physicist Wolfgang Pauli (and his deep friendship with Carl Jung), adventurer Winston Churchill and many others.
Dreaming in the Worlds Religions: A Comparative History by Kelly Buckley
The Practice of Dream Healing: bringing ancient Greek mysteries into modern medicine. Join author Edward Tick on a very Aesclepian journey.
Beatnik Dreams
My Education: A Book of Dreams by William S. Burroughs and Book of Dreams by Jack Kerouac are collected dream journals of these two icons and illuminators. In Burroughs case this was his last book to be published before he died. In it are many riveting accounts of his travels to the Land of the Dead (see also The Western Lands) meeting up with friends and colleagues who had passed on before him. Much of Burroughs fiction was also directly inspired by his dreams.
True Fiction:
Winged Pharaoh by Joan Grant. This book is loaded with a plethora of dream teachings from the perspective of an ancient Egyptian priestess. Written by one who had been there.
Dreams Underfoot by Charles De Lint. Many worthwhile themes to explore here, as well as in other Newford books and stories.
The Dreamquest of Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft. Like many other fiction writers Lovecraft got a lot of his material directly from his dreams. If you like weird fiction his tales will definitely please. This story is instructive in modes of dream travel, of sequential or serial dreams and waking up inside the dream to become an active dreamer as Randolph Carter attempts again and again to reach the city he dreams of before he is snatched away by waking up. This is the longest of stories in his Dream Cycle, but be sure to check out the rest.
Crow and Weasel by Barry Lopez. ’ “Remember only this one thing,” said Badger. “The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away when they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other’s memory. This is how people care for themselves.”‘ Many of our best stories come from dreams. When we practice writing down or telling our dreams we grow our talent as writers and storytellers.
There are many more. A list like this is always incomplete and reflects my own tastes. My reading list is also incomplete and grows every day, but please add your favorite dream books to the list in the comments section.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Full Moon Dream Trailer Frags
1) Cheap Plastic Multi-Product
I find a product like a plastic sheet with multi-functions like measuring the level in a juice box. I am touching it and a section of it starts bulging out with some sort gel inside that I had apparently activated. I thought – interesting but cheap and quite novelty.
2) Truck race
Somehow my consciousness was embedded in a truck in a NASCAR-like truck race. Strangely there were two guys in the truck. I am not sure of the function of the passenger. We were going quite fast and made a rather dramatic passing of three other trucks going around a sharp turn. It was successful and as we went into the pits we had made it into 7th place – as the chubby passenger scurried off to get another Mountain Dew or something.
3) Medicine Pack
I was wondering around woods and meadows and open lands. I was near the base of a large tree and found some bright ears of corn (with the husks gone) and some pine boughs for my pack. Later I was walking carefully across a swamp – not yet wet but at the point where it was likely at some point that I will be in up to my knees. I reach down into the swamp and pull out several more ears of corn, also with no husks. The corn is bright yellow and the ears are large and crescent- shaped. I also pull out a pine bough – still bright green and glistening a little.
No real strong emotions associated with these dreams. Maybe there was some mild excitement about having magick nature items from my medicine pack
Two nights later:
4) Dionysian Revelry
My son and I were in some hotel or something where drunken revelers had taken over the town and trashed the place. A drunken guy was floating on a floatie in the hotel pool playing a guitar and another a tambourine. The streets outside were thick with trash.
5) Icons Crossing Cultures
I was at some sort of exhibition where people had set up altars with icon – many of Graeco-Roman form - or so it seemed. People kept insisting the various statues were Japanese. What I thought was certainly Venus/Aphrodite – I was told it was the Japanese form called Una. When I looked at it more closely I could see some Japanese features in the face of the goddess.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Magick Bus...
HML DREAM
(I was recovering from a colonoscopy- meaning up a lot in the night, recovering from anestesia etc etc- so I was in a perfect (!?) space for a lot of dreams it seems...)
I (and Sophia) are at a huge HML gathering/convention- it is being held on a big cruise ship- really big- but it is somehow permanently docked- on what I think is an island. The weather is sunny and beautiful, the ship is filled with partiers and (much like the Esoteric Book Conference) I am meeting & greeting & chatting & laughing & socializing with a lot of people.
I clearly remember chatting up Nema and Lyrus and had a long really fun chat with Papa Nick and a lot of people Ive never met before except as names on the list- it was really fun, and a lot of magickal conversations were going on- a lot of occult images and sigils were about.
Then somehow we got ahold of a bus and piled in and had a wild party driving the bus on and off the cruise ship in a big circle- strange- but hilarious.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Black Thunder and the Intelligent Tot
Last night I dreamed I met my unborn child and it was a 'she'. The name was not known but someone, a narrator-like source was telling of a possibility to feel the shape of a fetuses face and ears through a decently showing pregnant stomach. As if detached from my own body, I was looking straight at a much more pregnancy belly than exists in my reality and feeling just that; The ears and face of my child. Suddenly, the child was right in front of me, appearing as old as one year and speaking as fluently as an adult. All that is recalled of the conversation is that the child's intelligence was extremely shocking at first but that instantly, a feeling of well-being overtook me and I was quite comforted with this fact.
Then there was a dream of a black whale called "Black Thunder." There had also been one dream before both of these which if recalled later, will be posted. There was a huge platform for tourists to view this great pouring forth of water down a gigantic hill, not unlike a waterfall but not the usual ninety degree angle they are often seen flowing off of. There was a massive river that it led out unto and the sky was overcast and quite damp and very cold, the water was notably, also very chilly. As we, being myself and a crowd of people, descended down the stairs on the right hand side of the gushing downhill river, reaching the bottom, many of us crossed to the left side, where the wooden stairs led back upward but only by traversing the river with your feet, the water thankfully being low at that moment, could we reach that side. There was an air of danger at this point and I recall seeing one girl in particular who had fallen into the waters and she was scared, unsure of what lay beneath. Throughout the whole dream, as we walked, there was tell of "Black Thunder," the great black sperm whale who was known to be seen "riding" the water hill or swimming in the river below and it did not seem to have a friendly repertoire. As we headed up to the top it became apparent that getting back to the other side was somehow near impossible and yet the idea of going back down the staircase was out due to suddenly rising water levels. I thought of jumping in the river but knowing I was pregnant, this was a risk I did not want to take. As we approached the top, it was realized that the only way out was to jump off the height of the platform, into the original pool at the top, far below. After hesitating for quite some time, finally, knowing there was no other way, despite fear of Black Thunder, I jumped... All that I remember is the feeling of adrenaline, seeing the underwater view of bubbles and immersion, the gnashing of whale teeth and unconsciousness... I woke, in the dream, to find that the water levels were lessened, there was a pile of debris in the center of it, the whale had not 'eaten' me up and somehow, I felt a sense of deep connection with him or her, along with a great sense of relief.
Monday, October 4, 2010
In the Footsteps of the Keepers
Baby book dream
I just appeared inside a building. It was a really tall building that looked like a library. It was a very old library. There was a lot of brick and stone in the architecture. I could look up and see several stories high.
I saw you standing at some sort of help desk with two other people. There was a young woman standing beside you and a young man on the opposite side (it was obvious that he worked there). I could hear the woman saying (in a very excited tone) "It's by the baby!" She and the man were trying to convince you that it was a book written by "the" baby. You were certain they were wrong. The book was a tan hard back book, and all of the pages were tan - just slightly lighter than the cover. There was a lot of wear on all of the edges of the cover. You took the book from the young woman - you took it in the slow and gentle manner that you would use when others would grab. You turned so that you could read the small faint words written in the spine.
You pointed to the words with really long pointy fingernails. There were waves of purple, gray and black around your nails. The letters were more like symbols used in other languages than letters. You said "No, see, it's about the baby, not by the baby." You could read the words as if they were written in English. You helped them see the symbols.
It seemed to me "the baby" was a demon, and the father of the demon had written the book about his child. The excitement of you three finding this book was obvious. It was as if you had been looking for the book for some time - you all had been.
I remember the darkness around you all. I remember the dark red and deep gray and black colors. You were wearing a long black coat. Time was moving so slowly, but just as quickly as the dream began and I had appeared in that library it was over.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Intelli-Techno-Non-Silly Putty
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Dog Deer Horse
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
hypnogogic fragment
Monday, September 13, 2010
Pedagogue of Young Gods
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LUbPqVy1Hg
Much Love,
Iris E.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Chemicals
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Waking Observations of the Unconscious Dream Dimension
I am also pregnant and dreamed that I had a key for my apartment made of chocolate-chip cookie... And not even a key shaped cookie, a round one, attached to my key chain, with a tempting bit falling off of it. I was scared to bite it, though crumbly, for fear of it loosing its oh so very key-like shape.
To put it simply, it seems that I am occasionally able to tell if someone has been jerking off about me or has in the past, through my dreams. This is realized when a dream occurs where a sexual act is happening with someone whom I've had no previous fantasies about when there may be a strong chance that this someone has had the opposite feelings about me. This has not yet been confirmed but in being honest with myself and attempting to honestly read others, it seems highly probable. Though the energy involved in sexual thought may be intense, other emotions can be, too. Allow yourself to apply this little theory to thought in general or the people we meet and what that might mean about how we are actually experiencing one and other on different planes. I've always wondered when we have a conversation with other people who we are familiar with in our dreams, if considering all the spaces and times we don't recall upon waking, we did really meet those people.
Dreams are Drugs,
Iris E.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
N'Aton
I see a photo of N’Aton. It's a human face. I had previously assumed that the painting I have seen of N'Aton was an artistic impression, but I see now that the face is real, even the divide down the centre of the face. It’s less obvious than on the painting, and the contrast of the 2 sides is a lot more subtle, but it’s definitely there.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Bonfires and Magick
I am with my friend Chuck. We are first at a house party. People are talking about having stickers made, this and that made, all D.I.Y. and what it is costing finance wise. Some people seem annoyed.
Then I am with Chuck up on a hill in the woods and he is building a huge bonfire. I am somewhat worried that the fire will spread, but their is a large piece of wood that will act like a container to hold it in the circle. I am also somewhat concerned about the ashes that will be left there in the morning.
Then I am back at the house party standing away from most of the people. there is a girl with short hair. I don't recognize her. She asks me, "What are you good at? Magick?"
The question seems rhetorical, but then I reply, "Yes..." pausing for a minute before adding, "and writing."
Then I wake up with a sense of mystery.
Thoughts and feelings: This is one of two dreams that led me to joining the Horus Maat Lodge. I was questioning what my talents were/are very much at the time, looking where to apply myself. The answer seemed clear: in two fields that are intimately related (being bedfellows): writing and magick.
Shimmering Silvery Droplet
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Recent New Moon Dream (Before Taurus 11*)
I am in some sort of castle or mansion in a very windswept on a cliff overlooking the sea setting. Kind of olde Europish.
Alchemical Dream/August 10, 2010
All of my life I have been a scientific materialist. I never saw things, not boggle nor haunt, neither angel nor demon. That was before I had my dark side vision. Now I wake up in the dark and sleep write. A line or two, sometimes several paragraphs at a time. Then I go back to sleep until the next paragraph comes along. Finally when I wake up I try to interpret my dream notes.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Pointing to Sirius
-A dream from August 4th, 2010
Metadata on the Oneiromancers of the Horus-Maat Lodge
The Broadband of our dreams is vital natural net, a web of interconnectivity that we can all spend more time surfing. In our dreams the place where one mind ends and another begins becomes blurred. By exploring the material our dream producers give us we develop natural skills of increased intuition, precognition, and telepathy, among others. In our dreams we make contact with other powers, beings from different worlds and orders of existence. As the famous mage Aleister Crowley wrote, "My observation of the Universe convinces me that there are beings of intelligence and power of a far greater quality than anything we can conceive of as human; that they are not necessarily based on the nervous and cerebral structures that we know; and that the one and only chance of mankind to advance as a whole is for individuals to make contact with such Beings." Dreams are our birthright and in them such contacts happen naturally. The key is to remember them and to begin working with those contacts consciously.
Another inspiration for this project comes from the frequent dream sharing that occurs in the HML email group. In it we can sometimes glimpse the workings of the group mind, or egregore. I then read a blog post by Robert Moss about a group of scientists on the Farralon Islands who have been keeping a collective dream journal for the past twenty years. It is not suprising to find, that engaged in a group project, many of their dreams are similar. Similarly, I thought it would be interesting to gather dreams from a group of occultists who are engaged in collective -though often geographically dispersed- ritual, namely the 11 Star Rite. What other projects this collective dream blog will spawn remains to be seen.
Introduction to the Horus-Maat Lodge
The aim of the Horus/Maat Lodge is to manifest the Double Wanded God-dess. The energies available are the Double Currents of Horus and Maat.
The 93 Current manifests as; The twins Ra-Hoor-Khuit and Hoor-paar-Kraat united, the child or center of the Aeon named Heru-ra-ha.
The 696 or Maat Current manifests as; the next age or possibly the last named Aeon. The Daughter to follow the Son. The Balancing of Stars in the future in the name of Truth.
The lodge is freedom, nothing more. Those who work and are comfortable with the 93 Current CAN seek the future Aeon if it be their Will! We have envisioned the future and wish to communicate with others who are serious.
There is a division or two matrixes or Mandalas in the Horus/Maat Lodge, and these should be remembered. They are only what people make of them. But our purpose is Harmony. 2=0.
Those who are not interested in Maat are invited to join with the Lodge anyway since the law is Do What Thou Wilt.
We are accomplishing the Great Work! Analysis and Synthesis.
-4/79 HML