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.

The Aquarian chime that rang out across our universes as the lunar year rebirthed in the dark reset everything. All that has previously distracted or defeated you sits behind you now, excised by an unseen cosmic order that has far loftier goals in mind.

The equinox tipping point beckons but nature never goes early. Her time is ever ours to keep. For more than a day yet we are plunged and resurface gasping through the fathomless whirlpool of Pisces. Its inherent dissolution loosening the bonds to what has already passed. Its inexorable draw torrenting over the falls at the far end of the zodiac.

Merc finalised his Capricorn dance jiving with Pluto to discuss revolution, propaganda and the dark arts. Those winged heels have sent him soaring over the border into the water bearer's ground zero.

Aquaria and its new age is where all the questions live. Unusual solutions are not limited by convention or expectation. Independent thinking is lauded as the true god it is. Mercury ensconced here elevates our minds and comms, expands possibility and informs any burgeoning intention for this wild year with an inventive twist.

Today in the middle of storm and consequence, an important meeting is transpiring. In a world slavishly built on the false altar of eternal life and endless youth, the refused shadow curls around our ankles like a snake. Anaretica, thy name is transition. The fabled degree at the end of all the mansions holds change in its palm, throwing open a back door into something entirely different.

Haul the megaphone from the watery depths darklings and prick up your flaming ears. Now do we move beyond sodden thoughts and haul acuity from the doldrums. Progressing from Pisces to Aries, Mercury has crossed the threshold of the most powerful initiation point in the zodiac. In a year built on rapid transitions, our marvellous minds once more poise for welcome change.

Merc's winged heels have been busy already this wildly transformational year. Darting between the new age birthing through Aquarian sensibilities of future focused humanitarian ideals. Fishing through the olde worlde fast crumbling under Pluto's heavy hand in Capricornia. Retracing hard yards with his reset retrograde between the two and now trailing all that revision garnered as he dives into Pisces.

The strange ripple in this day and the one after is more than the constant glitching of what once was matrix. It is something beyond regular programming and far below its cause and effect. And it has Pluto's spiny fingers all over it, tickling underbellies and shadows out of hiding.

Though the start of this transforming year was shrouded in retrograde and revisionary imperatives, one thing is crystal clear. There is no going back. There is only looking forwards, grounding down and now, picking up the pace and the patter that will unlock the next phase of revolution.

Haul the megaphone from the watery depths darklings and raise your Titian head. Moving from Pisces to Aries, Mercury now crosses the threshold of this powerful point in the zodiac and our marvellous minds poise for welcome change.

Next cab off the head in the clouds rank is Mercury and Neptune meeting in Pisces, connecting through a veil of smoke and mirrors, secrets and lies. Except in this climate they are as well hidden as a baby elephant behind a telegraph pole. Motive is no longer cloaked in the emperor's new clothes. We can all see your bits now.

If Mercury in Aquaria rebirthed your perception as prescribed, his liquid lunge into Pisces is for soaking it all in. Gently schooling us in the skill of surrendering to tides and currents so we may be transported beyond.

An interesting set of hours ahead of us all darklings as today the tear in the fabric between the past and future widens considerably. Only the foolhardy or slavishly self interested missed the evolutionary memo. The genie is now all the way out of the bottle and smiling on those already building their brave new world.

Batten down the hatches and don the Aquarian cyberproof lady armour, darklings. February's day of reckoning has arrived in a strange huffy haze designed to get under your skin. Merc in full retrograde flight today squares off with our twisted firestarter hankering for the clash like a bull in a china shop.

Mercury's retrograde always proffers strange crossings. Tangling us in language and tech snafu that raises questions and hides easy answers. Changing course and altering propulsion so we move as if in a dream. Conjuring the past, breaching the surface glass we have cultivated to disguise our denizens of the deep. All in the service of a slow dance through our life to date, its revision calling wisdom to our own little boat.

Our first good Mercing of this year is drawing its out of the box conclusion today. It is a transit that rewards a telescope more than a microscope.

The glitching is almost delicious as Mercury and Neptune, space and time, solar flares and the Schumann resonance ripple and warp. As though the multiverse has set its sights on a spluttering earth and all kinds of mighty forces have come out to play. Together making for a continuing unprecedented adventure into the roaring twenties.