Mere moments into Merc's retrograde wend through the Aries minefield and already the masks are slipping off. The first week of this regular renegade transit delivers secrets, lies and rippling revelation.

Welcome one and all to the circus that Mercury retrograde has become in our terribly modern culture that has lost its way. The one that appropriates pop astrology for its own ends while slavishly disregarding the deeper meaning of transit and planet, the greater cosmic choreography and the alignment required to maximise its mighty force.

Mercury has landed fleet footed in Taurus, the psychopomp arriving to eclipse territory with more than a few tricks up his fluttering sleeve. Here for his longest stretch in decades thanks to an incoming retrograde. Its shadow already dancing at the far end of this week, only adding to its now or neverness.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Today we welcome a delightful tilt shift in the playing field as two of our personal planets move mansions and moods. If you're feeling stuck in the mud that 2020 has been liberally hurling around, this is antidote and opportunity wrapped in lightning.

As we gallop through the midpoint of Merc's retrograde and he meets the sun in Pisces, we are at the tipping point of this transit. And there is just so very much on multidimensional platforms to consider. Enter the ghosts of missteps past, whose unholy spectre arrives to pull your reluctant attention by the nose.

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.

If you have ever walked through fog, you know its discombobulating magic. Life feels otherworldly as your sense of direction is traded for instinct and you can only barely make out the next step in front of you. So too our emergence from Mercury's surreal retrograde, that scrambled us in order to force us out of our heads and into our true feelings.