The lion goddess does not trifle, ever. Her full moon rises now over a world at war with its horrible histories and life itself. Whose overlords know their grip is slipping and the game is up. Whose people teem and scatter as this bright lune plucks at heart strings and shadows.

Ramping to a shocktastic full moon midweek and the wake up calls are raining like lightning strikes as this new era forces the old to account for itself. Uranian wake up calls are frequently eviscerating, burning through whatever was keeping that shit contained and challenging truth to actually come roaring out of all the wells.

This wild week arrives with an unmistakeable snap crackle and pop that will only ramp from here as we bound towards the Leo full moon roaring. More than expecting the unexpected from the already surreal, the next round of storms are designed to alter us forever. Radical by design, their power coiled inside shock value and sudden irrevocable change. Every little notch there is no going back from.

Eclipses ripple along our timelines as divine disruption to regular programming. They slingshot us in and out of the passages of our lives. This first eclipse will clear the path. The second on the Aries new moon is going to launch you like a fledgling, perhaps flaming, into what comes next.

Curious indeed the cages we pop ourselves in, the limits we place on our dreams and ambitions, the cultivation of hopelessness we can indulge from within. Even on the best days trapping ourselves in prisons of our own making, then gilding the bars with misplaced matyrdom, easy bypass or excuses. Eclipse season arrives twice a year to rattle those bars and our lives in the process.

The very best kind of magic is sympathetic magic. It harnesses the power of one of our world's most significant forces, that of resonance. A recognition of its counterpoint in another.

More often than not, the afterglow of the full moon delivers its message. Insight arrives once its fever pitch has peaked, the lunacy subsiding so we can feel into more than its blazing gaze. Hindsight ponies up perspective unavailable in real time, whose value lies in quiet contemplation.

In the looming glare of the fabulous full moon in Leo, the nodes get in formation. Standing sentinel as the axis of past and future, they deliver the next threshold in no uncertain terms. There is no going back now as the past pulls out of reach. Only the integration of old ways and means, future facing and fashioned into their next iteration.

One sunny Aries day in 1983 in Kansas City, an astrologer called John Sandback was sitting in his parked car. In the space of four hours that afternoon he channelled 360 distinct images, each one symbolic of a particular degree of the zodiac. Evocative symbols that held keys and clues hinting at deeper celestial information, and the Chandra symbols were born.

Each full moon is a revelation all of its own, casting an unrelenting light that bathes our rebirthing earth unequivocally. Little can be hidden for long from her blazing gaze. Making her presence felt well before her peak, this month's full moon in Libra is a sweet soporific conjuring beauty and balance from even the most unlikely corners.

The full moon in Virgo delivers uncluttered clarity and right between the eyes revelation, arising from the shimmering depths of Pisces. Her gift is discernment, unwrapped by clambering all the way back into our bodies and getting our feet firmly back on the ground. Now you see, now you feel, now you know.

The Leo full moon is always a call to our wild. A standing invitation and warm welcome into the place of courage and creativity that lies within us all. Too many are educated right out of this place by a terribly modern broken world that spins on careless power and mindless control. Taught how to think and act and be. Hammering hearts and hopes traded for a conditioned servitude to a life that refuses personal sovereignty.

A curious day in the cosmos darklings, after a weird weekend in Neptunia. Christ on a segway, this year is nothing if not determined to revolutionise. Make a note, if you have not already. You have to take respite as and when you need it. There is no window coming. Scheduling is the secret to peak self care. And tres Virgo, as this moon's mood dictates.

The reset button that is the full moon on the rise is here. Our retrograde adventure through Neptunian wonderlands has been a surreal and oft tearstruck journey where nothing has been as it seemed.

The icing on this week's cosmic layer cake is our impending full moon on the rise, and it's not even Wednesday yet. Her blazing gaze, magnified by proximity and purpose, peaks at the begin-again point in the house of the divine feminine healer. Initiation and medicine for a new life finding its feet.

After a wild and woolly week, well may we be craving respite. Lunging for the pause button and hankering to leap off, up and away from it all. Yet our carriage lurches and thunders towards the full moon. Yet the Libran peak can be a soothing balm to the me! me! me! of Aries season.

Welcome one, welcome all to the full moon hangover. How did that do nothing / say nothing / keep to yourself thing work out for you? Yeah. Me too, darklings.

This is an official Astrofuckery Alert. Further to my last post exhorting us all to do nothing under this lunar peak may I introduce today's cautionary tale.