Mercury has today shifted gears and flipped the switch on our retrograde adventure in consciousness through Aquaria. Our vision tilted, awareness shifted to haul us into the future and our preordained entelechy. Synapses crackling with fresh technologies as nerves thrum ancient codex. New keys jingling steel in your hands.

It is shaping up to be a wild weird weekend in paradise, darklings. A curious combo of square dancing, head clashing and skittery scattiness that could drive even the sanest to shouting. Can you keep your wits about you in a world gone stark raving? You'll know soon enough.

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.

Make no mistake about it darklings, this week reeks of rebirth as the past, present and future intermingle sans frontiers. Between Merc's planetary pinballing, his retrograde and cazimi and a whole new lunar year with the ultra Aquarian new moon, the end of this week won't remotely look or feel like its beginning.

Sure it is only day one of the Mercing and already tech is behaving as if from another dimension, your old flame / nemesis / itch has resurfaced and so many ideas are downloading your head might explode like a star. Revolutionary times call for evolutionary astrology. This is no time to whinge about inconvenient blindsiding or bemoan all gadgetry that does not bow to your command.

Two significant movements in the cosmic choreography over the next day proffer a whole new terroir and a strange union of opposites. Merc turns retrograde in Pisces as Mars charges into Capricornia. The former a nebulous dive and the latter a rocket sent from the planet Ambition.

The overture and the undertow of our impending Mercury retrograde is already being deeply felt. In a climate of manoeuvering and misinformation, Merc's first rx offers nebulous antidote to a world in the throes of revolutionising itself.

We are in the final throws of Mercury retrograde, with the messenger planet just about to station before he shunts forwards again at the end of this week. This is the period where everyone breathes a sigh of relief with the end in plain-ish sight but do not be fooled just yet, Bohemians. The stationing point of the retrograde is where the greatest snafus are possible, probable even.