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.

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.

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.

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.

This has not been your garden variety full moon. Rising in Virgo there was high likelihood of forces grounding us for good, anchoring us to home and hearth. Instead the lead up to this full moon just peaked was an extended player in whose strange grasp we found ourselves jolted.

Sometimes when you're deep in the countryside you'll meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a spindle, and on to these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight.

By now the bizarre magic that is the core competency of eclipse season has its claws in your life. It ramps up from here. Feel the door to that cage of yours rattling as the entire structure starts to swing. Our lunar Leonic version of the species is less than a day away and in my little corner of the conservatory, temperatures are rising in every sense.

We are deep in the zone of the next pretty pair of eclipses. Our full moon in lovely Leo this weekend is a lunar eclipse and the new moon in Pisces' mystic river at the end of Feb is a solar eclipse. Notorious for their ending / begin again two step, eclipses also ripple along particular astrological axes and always ping the prior pigeon pair.

The full moon in Virgo is nearly here and you can feel her blazing gaze building, as we simultaneously try to balance the energies at play. Life is feeling like a cocktail of Crazytown and high magic with a chaser of agitation and a twist of intrigue.

On mulberries, Milton and the very best Aquarian spell that ever I weaved for my writing. She’s growing beautifully, darklings.