Into Aquarius – A Medicine

This week’s planetary surge in Aquarius – we walk with sun, moon, mercury, venus, jupiter, saturn – releases a Medicine from the deep.

My dear friend Mischa Rutenberg’s song and profound prayer for America: “America Hear Me Calling” is shared here on YouTube. It opens with Emma Lazarus’s poem The New Colossus.  Do listen, and let us rise together with the healing hope; and pass on the message.

Music and Lyric: Mischa R. © MorPrem Publishing / ascap

“The radiant promise at the heart of America is embodied in Lady Liberty, who stands patiently at our gateway, waiting… In the storm of challenges buffeting the nation, Lady Liberty sings: “America, O America, hear me calling, answer me. Speak with conscience, answer truly, with respect and dignity. America, all are praying that your promise will survive. Embrace all, stand for Freedom, offer justice for all lives. Help the New Day be realized.  In this powerful and moving presentation, we come to feel the Great American Journey is to bring fully to life America’s deepest values—its compassion, tolerance, and respect for one and all. Let us join together with a feeling of confidence and optimism—to see that day is realized.” 

the Omani game 

“Together let us raise awareness of what the true America is meant to be.
It is too easy to be cynical because we are so far from the ideal version of ourselves, lets work together to improve this. Let’s raise our voice over the din of ignorance we are currently inundated with. Let us reclaim America in the name of tolerance, love, inclusion, justice, and compassion.   Make our presence known.  If you share my love for this country and believe that we are destined to fulfill the promise of being a compassionate people who respect and honor all religions, all races, all genders, with liberty and justice for all please share the link to this video we have just completed.
“Copy the link directly from youtube and send it to anyone who will benefit from knowing that We are America and We will rise to fulfill this Nation’s beautiful destiny. We have far to go, but together with open minds and hearts we can overcome all obstacles and ignorance.

With love and gratitude, Mischa”

Here is the lyric:

America…hear me calling
Where are you? I am waiting.
America can you hear me?
I am standing at your gateway.

America  the world is watching,
Will you answer or turn your back now?
Will you stand for truth and freedom?
Will you show the mercy needed?

America…are you still there?
Can you hear the children crying
For their mothers, for their fathers?
They are family they’re not Others!

America  can you see me?
I still hold your light above me.
Sending out Love’s invitation,
Welcome home we are Liberty.

America are you listening?
Hear  the voices of the fallen
Precious lives so dearly given
For the freedom you now live in.

America open your heart now
Open your mind, open your eyes.
Destiny is calling you
May your role be realized.

America!   Oh  America!
Hear me calling,  answer me.
Speak with conscience, answer truly,
With respect and dignity.

America all are praying
That your promise will survive.
Embrace all, stand for Freedom,
Offer justice for all lives

Help the New Day be realized

We are here. We are America.  We are many.  We are One!
We stand together with our answer,  open arms for everyone
We stand for truth,  we stand for freedom, we stand for justice  for all lives.
We hear your call. We are America and your call won’t be denied.
Stand as one, stand together, we will see a New World rise

rise… rise… rise…  Rise

© Morprem November 7, 2020  (begun on November 3)  



My previous post carried an immune-booster DANDELION!  This one carries a FREEDOM OF GOLD.

Many years ago the following alchemical Invocation  “wrote me”  to balance my finances and relationship. I awaited an opportunity to post it here for reflection:   I believe if we stand, take a good deep breath and fill ourselves with the sun’s Light through every pore – especially on a rainy day! – we align with the depth purpose in Corona virus and in nature  – to correct imbalance and initiate a profound global change – and to stay well with the help of all.

There is seeing a bigger picture …

There is pain and grief but already there are the signs.  There is health and beauty in us!  Rise!

A Prose Poem Contemplation:
“Go Bold, Be Gold” (2002)

On flowing sands is a pyramid of grey stepped stone.  It is faced with white marble under sapphire sky; an uplifted apex of the Cross.

Imagine within.  Gold is made inside the pyramid where it is dark, with resonance from the tomb.  Be gold in the becoming and being made; gold is congealed sunlight.  Receive and transmit gold from life; let it touch your hands like rain, and watch it flow.

Golden is a moment’s wonder to pause and savour.   Gold is the standard.  Gold is a pulsing vein inside the rock, like living fire.   Golden is the Sun’s Action in the Emerald Tablet of Trismegistus.   Alchemy is always; but under the Master’s direction only my attention is needed – He does the rest.   Go bold, be gold, and marvel at its rippling play. It spreads from here, to saturate the bricks and trees across the road and penetrate the atom;  sunlight filling a wet street is gold, for rain through the sun is gold, and liquid fire is rain.   Go bold!

Seek wherever you go – and embody – the ultimate stable currency or coin: a hollow crown.  Gold has no end, for it is of our Sun, and as it fills your heart with love, the wealth radiates onward. The soul that is so mined from the mountains shines about her business: a joy to the Fishermen of Sol.  Let the product grow; nothing is more valuable.   The destination is a timeless fact;  contemplation, reaching and receiving the river … be still.   Philosophers’ Gold rivers into fact, touch, hearing, taste, and worldly use; yet it has no boundary.  It oversteps fears, dismantles shrouds, and sustains oasis through chaos.  Only an imagined separateness created the weeping dark walls and resistances.

It touches the leyline of Archangel Mikael of the Sun, and Miriam the holy Mother, through a web of dolmens and tors in southern England.  LOVE.   I AM.   the GLORY.  Go bold.  The capillary glows like volcanic rivers in the night.   Awareness is this touch.   The purpose is not to daydream, but to be certain and most true.  The confected Stone may be imaged as a golden pyramid, four-faceted, like the Chariot of Ezekiel; here in the centre behind the brow a “pineal” cone opens its petals; here is the little pyramid, a bright grain, like glass.

Now sign, seal and keep it within the safe: the heart.  It is safe that it is never “mine” to misuse or carry astray, but the Master’s own, to mine with me.   In this present moment is inexhaustible wealth and shelter. In the recognition is creation from the Solar waterfall.  I sense an elder Egyptian magic.  It is said of the vast majority of earth-dwellers,  “their expectations are determined by past experiences.”

Sun Yantra

BE GOLD:     “Just as men, chained to earth for millennia by the law of gravitation now fly faster and farther than any bird by utilising another aspect of the same law, so does a keeper of the Light pay his or her Karmic debts in a more valuable kind of cosmic currency.  For the work gives them access to that treasure of treasures which enables them to strike the balance without pain.”  (Builders of the Adytum)

Sundancers: quotation from the Yoga Vasishta

Venus, ruling Libra the Scales, exalts Saturn/alchemical lead into gold.   “The vapour condenses itself again as a solid – as the solid conditions of external circumstance.”

“Question whatever we are told
until it is proven pure GOLD.”  





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The Pool of Life


Liverpool Cathedral

Liverpool Cathedral

This post is a partner to yesterday’s Liverpool sketchbooks (for my archive) – Jung’s dream in 1927 of Liverpool.

His pioneering journey into the unconscious was extraordinary and illumined the way for generations to come.  As I and many others travel on his shoulders, the places he visited keep joining up with mine, and feel startlingly familiar.  I had similar dreams of a dark city, mountainous in scale,  with a glowing centre and even a pool or inlet from the sea.  It was  the city of the mind – a many towered labyrinth.   In one of these dreams I was a fish in the pool, and someone threw a line, hooked my nose and flipped me onto dry land.  Ouch!

Here are extracts from the chapter Confrontation with the Unconscious in Jung’s  “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”.  The chapter first describes the creation of the Red Book. Then:

“I began to understand that the goal of psychic development is the self.  There is no linear evolution;  there is only a circumambulation of the self.  Uniform development exists at most, only at the beginning;  later everything points towards the centre .  This insight gave me stability, and gradually my inner peace returned.  I knew that in finding the mandala as an expression of the self, I had attained what was for me the ultimate.  Perhaps someone else knows more, but not I.


Window on Eternity by C G Jung - Red Book

Window on Eternity by C G Jung – Red Book

“In 1927 I obtained confirmation of my ideas about the centre and the self by way of a dream.  I represented its essence in a picture which I called ‘Window on Eternity’.  The picture is reproduced in ‘The Secret of the Golden Flower’.  A year later I painted a second mandala, with a golden castle in the centre.  When it was finished, I asked myself, ‘Why is this so Chinese?’

The Golden Castle by C G Jung - Red Book

The Golden Castle by C G Jung – Red Book


“… Shortly afterwards I received a letter from Richard Wilhelm enclosing the manuscript of a Taoist-alchemical treatise entitled ‘The Secret of the Golden Flower‘, with a request that I write a commentary on it.  I devoured the manuscript at once, for the text gave me an undreamed of confirmation of my ideas about the mandala and the circumambulation of the centre.  That was the first event which broke through my isolation.  I became aware of an affinity;  I could establish ties with someone and someone.

“In remembrance of this coincidence, this synchronicity, I wrote underneath the picture which had made so Chinese an impression on me:  ‘In 1928, when I was painting this picture showing the golden, well fortified castle, Richard Wilhelm in Frankfurt sent me the thousand year old Chinese text on the yellow castle, the germ of the immortal body.’


Rocky 86.JPG - detail, train in city

“This is the dream I mentioned earlier.  I found myself in a dirty, sooty city.  It was night, and winter, and dark, and raining.  I was in Liverpool.  

With a number of Swiss – say, half a dozen – I walked through the dark streets.  I had the feeling that there we were coming from the harbour, and that the real city was actually up above, on the cliffs.  We climbed up there.  

It reminded me of Basel, where the market is down below and then you go up through the Alley of the Dead, which leads to a plateau above, and so to the Petersplatze and Peterskirche.  

“When we reached the plateau, we found a broad square dimly illumined by street lights, into which many streets converged.  The various quarters of the city were arranged radially around the square.  In the centre was a round pool, and in the middle of it a small island.  

While everything round about was obscured by rain, fog, smoke and dimly lit darkness, the little island blazed with sunlight.  On it stood a single tree, a magnolia, in a shower of reddish blossoms.  It was as though the tree stood in the sunlight and was at the same time the source of light. 


“My companions commented on the abominable weather, and obviously did not see the tree.  They spoke of another Swiss who was living in Liverpool, and expressed surprise that he should have settled here.  I was carried away by the beauty of the flowering tree and the sunlit island, and thought, ‘I know very well why he has settled here.’  Then I awoke.

Swan Hebrew letter Beit

Swan Hebrew letter Beit

“On one detail of the dream I must add a supplementary comment:  the individual quarters of the city were themselves arranged radially around a central point.  This point formed a small open square illuminated by a larger street lamp, and constituted a small replica of the island.  I knew that the ‘other Swiss’ lived in the vicinity of one of these secondary centres.

“This dream represented my situation at the time.  I can still see the greyish-yellow raincoats, glistening with the wetness of the rain.  Everything was extremely unpleasant, black and opaque – just as I felt then.  But I had had a vision of unearthly beauty, and that is why I was able to live at all.   Liverpool is the ‘pool of life’.  The ‘liver’ according to an old view, is the seat of life – that which ‘makes to live’.” 


(The Liver of Life!   His Window of Eternity mandala shows – like a grid – the city districts as holograms.  Each is as the whole, with its illumining centre and radii:  our human connectivity, beyond the box of space and time:  macrocosm of the microcosm.  When we awake we discover our imagined isolation was a fantasy.)


“This dream brought with it a sense of finality.  I saw that here the goal had been revealed. One could not go beyond the centre.  The centre is the goal, and everything is directed towards that centre.  Through this dream I understood that the self is the principle and archetype of orientation and meaning.  Therein lies its healing function … Out of it emerged a first inkling of my personal myth. 

“After this dream I gave up painting mandalas …” 

Jung age 85

Jung age 85


The Liverpool dream looks to me like a four-dimensional snapshot of Jung’s whole working life.   The lamp which the Red Book kept alight during World War One, glowed very deep, hidden inside the dark, but it passed from soul to soul.

During the following decades, Jung worked with clients – high achievers – who were deeply depressed and searching for a reason to live at all.  European society, collectively shattered by the carnage in the trenches, and with Nazism on the rise, endured dense clouds of scepticism and banality – the mind’s dark glamour.

He discovered that if he encouraged his patients to paint what they felt and saw, something in them took charge of the process and led them to an unexpected interior contact.  As the healing awoke, it took charge of the patient who began to open doors.  

Dr Jung found it had little to do with himself as therapist.  His job was to lead his patients to the underground stream, on which they floated paper boats.   Art therapy was born.   It is for ourselves, each one, to contact the unique inner mystery which unites us.

Wandering Fool with DNA and paper boats

Wandering Fool with DNA and paper boats – 1988


Jung himself had pioneered the way, through the Red Book;  he told very few people about it, (though he showed some of his paintings to those whom he trusted) – but it rekindled by morphic resonance, as in “Window of Eternity”.

In his book Modern Man in Search of a Soul, he describes the new discoveries with his clients.

Jung and his house at Bollingen

Jung and his house at Bollingen





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The Solstice of Each Day


summer-solstice-northern-hemisphere photo by Tariq Malek

photo by Tariq Malek

This morning a cloud has cleared, and I feel the peace and quiet and drawing-in of the solstice, and the opening from the longest night, and sense of Yuletide:  primitive and in my own (re)treat.

woman in cornwall

Yesterday I found this drawing I attempted and discarded about 18 months ago, after I “caught sight in my mind” of a childhood Queen, looking out to sea.  It is more expressive than I thought.  The vision happened, just before I discovered and recognised the “original” in my old drawing books from when I was seven.  I shall write more of this, in my next post.


I bought a book the other day, The Radiant Child.  It is by Thomas Armstrong, and was published in 1985 by Quest.  It offers a psychological insight into the hidden face of childhood.  I suppose that since it was written, the constraints around child psychology have loosened, and admit far more, the “descent of the Spirit” which is transpersonal – it seeks out the receptive personal nature for it.   In many young children the faculty is not encouraged or developed enough, but for some it is – and who knows what psychologists know about children anyway? or think they know?   Much of our linear education obliterates it.  The proof of the pudding is inside the child’s world …  inside mine, for reference.

Jacobs Ladder, showing the Four Worlds

Jacobs Ladder, showing the Four Worlds

I feel I can contribute, having been enabled to keep a record of my early years.  It is a useful angle on spiritual evolution, and is the reason I upload my childhood working process here.

The Radiant Child gives a good layman’s introduction to the esoteric perspective, and speaks significantly of the Four Worlds common to all traditions and cultures.  Everything it proposes is in my recorded experience and development.

The Transpersonal Spirit encircles childhood – the little bud – and enters it sometimes like a sperm.   The Transpersonal Spirit is timeless.   It seems plain, from my mother’s letters at the time, that it came to me in infancy:  and the pressure of the artist from five onwards, tells the rest.  Whether or not I knew the Self, I don’t know;  but some deltas from the human genius as a whole, engaged with my atoms for sure:  the passion, the commitment, the concentration.   Some of my early non-verbal childhood sensations suggest its movement, or its withdrawal.  (See my earlier posts on Childhood, parts 1, 2, 3.)

In adult years, I grasped with intellectual ease, the fourth dimension, and whence all spiritual traditions derive, and aim towards.  This theme pervades my life of time and space and enclosures, and is not any of them.  A friend of mine knows and says that all comes forth from and returns to Allah in the Great Sphere.

In a world whose children are crushed and maimed with war, neglect and abuse, I feel it is essential to keep the lamp which values childhood alight, wherever we can.  For this special awareness, mostly unknown to us as we become lettered and fettered with belief, is unbound – boundless, and – like our sexuality – the secret core and contagion of our human sense of being.

From my early years, my windows were made to stay porous : osmosis two ways.   Yet I am not “sensitized” in the way many contemporary kundalini awakenings are.   I suppose I am at ease with the condition, because the artist’s way, the poet’s way was and is its conduit through myself.

The passion and the commitment entered my Liverpool sketchbooks in its own way, at 19/20 years old, and abandoned Liverpool when it had absorbed and recorded enough there.

My archive keeping honours the Spirit.   I don’t attend a ceremony for solstice:  yet every single morning of the year I do a ceremony;  I light candles, invoke the Kabbalist Tree of Life, open my laptop, and I write.   Thus we greet the Solstice of each day, and awaken the Christ Child;  the eternal child of Christmas.   He was not historically born at xmas, but the seed of the Light is where the night is long and dark, ever since we struck spark from stones and lit our fires in caves near the river.   The virgin – she who is ripe – carries him in her womb.

The embryo gender before it begins to differentiate, is feminine … the mater, la mer, the sea.  Full humanas continues to be carried in the womb, closely furled.

Unknown rosebud

Visible humanity today is a process incomplete, with a long way to go.   There are cyclic golden ages past, and yet to come;  the same within us individually, as collectively.  Awakening into humanas is potential everywhere, and in places visible as Consciousness;  it is possible that our dark, separative tantrum-toddler forces pollute and extinguish the presentation of it, on our beautiful Earth.   Consciousness however, prevails unaltered.   Higher human consciousness and compassion is none other than cosmic Consciousness …  through galactic dark matter which is thought.  It is berthed and earthed wherever there is gravity, in innumerable forms.   I have a sense here, through a glass darkly, of the Reality of the upper astral plane we essentially co-create, and the mental plane:  illumined landscapes and the temples of Eternity.

Towards this fact, certain pretty ideas of new age channelers about Earth’s ascension – about the good people rising up and all the nasty people dropping away – they almost reach the mark, but are groping and too literal.  So what’s new?   In most regions, the available human intelligence is somewhat fundamentalist and limited.

But come home here to hear your intimate thought and feeling process.  What ascends into the bright sky in this moment?  What obscurity drops away?   What is letting go and letting god?  What resists, and goes on replaying the movie?   It starts at home.   Solstice!

xmas card text - Version 2


So now, on to Jung … for I begin now, to journey with his Red Book, a little at a time.

Jung started by visualizing himself digging a hole.  But he had already studied trance, automatic writing and Loyola’s and Swedenborg’s spiritual exercises, and he corresponded with Silberer who experimented with allowing images to appear.   Self-experimenters were active in that period before the War broke out.   A colleague called Straudenmaier coined a phrase Unterbewusstsein – Under-consciousness …  the same word as my “Underbeing!”

Deliberately evoke a fantasy in a waking state, then enter into it as into a drama.  Jung wrote down his mythological journeys in the black books – “the book of my most difficult experiment” (December 1913 – 100 years ago.)  Jung “emptied his conscious mind” so as to allow psychic contents to appear spontaneously.

In a way I do the same.  My writing empties mind of what is floating around or concerning me;  then the Underbeing comes up – the deep advisor, or poet.   Each morning when I write, there are at least a few moments of tumbling back into silence and the slow deep river:  the well.   I feel it in my back.

When Jung was up against the wall which was Freud, something in him said “it is not so”.  After two years of active imagination/symbolic thinking, so many ideas rushed in on him that … he appealed to his hands, and began to carve wood.   Philemon first appeared in a dream, in 1913 or early 1914.   Jung painted him from this kingfisher coloured dream: the sky appeared through mud – he found a dead kingfisher in his garden, very rare.  Philemon was at first Elijah, then he became an Egypto-Hellenic Gnostic pagan.  “He represented superior insight.”  In April 1914, Jung resigned from his academic posts.

The wall is there to drive one back into Reality.   Jung would converse with Philemon his guru, in the garden.   It is like the dream conversation I had with Jung in a garden.  Philemon had four keys.  In my dream there were four drawings, images I had made, arranged in a square, like a window.  I showed him them. One of them was the sketch of Jung at Bollingen which he “asked me for a copy of”, and which I drew shortly afterward.  I did not recall the others.

Jung & his house at Bollingen

The Godcosm … these things, and where they beckon … is deeply reflective.

I would like to be more investigative.  Work objectively with my One who represents superior insight.   WORK WITH YOU.

During his early investigations (conducted in the evenings), Jung partitioned his activities.  His family, his profession and his military service, kept him earthed in the human Assiyah.


Jung in his study

Jung in his study


(This is continued through the posts which follow, and also in Aquariel – Mandala, Abraxas and the Angel)




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