The rampant revolutionising of life and love paired with the gentle oblivion of the far end of the zodiac demands mutiplicity but it is a slippery sucker to hold. Its pretty fleeting fish swim in two different directions. Hope defies certain death. Grief mingles with joy in brackish water. The future is a promised land just over a border we can feel but can't see.

Some days this world continues to defy belief. The news breaks our hearts. It leaves us mute in shock, harried and hopeless. The scales feel tipped too far in the wrong direction, the hurdles tower over us and faith jumps a bus for the coast. Revolution leaves everyone weary and worm down, especially on days where it feels like the needle hasn't really moved at all.

This dystopian rollercoaster is quite the ride. Emotional flux daily. Changes in news / advice / laws even more often than that. Strange new conditions as old familiar routine dies quietly and without fanfare. A toll on so many fronts and a gnawing uncertainty as fear keeps peeking in the window from outside.

The dominoes are falling in a steady stream now, no longer permitting the denial and reframing that was the early hallmark of this pandemic. Those skidding in late to the distancing game are only now telling everyone how to do what they could not. Control freaks worldwide are declining to submit to the loss of their grandest illusion. Refusal to accept the economic impact that accompanies such a giant pause button is a fresh hell.

The storm is here darklings and the sirens are ringing out around the world. To your bunkers, they cry. Seek shelter and protect yourself from the marauding virus that threatens life as we know it.

I bloody hope so. This tipping point has been ratcheting for some time.

As those in power do their level best to stoke the fires of pandemonium while calling for calm through chattering teeth, we have reached yet another opportunity wrapped in viral crisis. Get used to this dynamic, the hallmark of both revolution and this paradigm shifting year.

The transformation by fire I wrote about yesterday always arrives uninvited. Accompanied by white faced shock and a wailing grief that seems to snuff the flames right out. We are left with ashes, shards of memory and regret, a profound sense of loss.

I woke this morning to the sacred heart of Paris burning as 850 years of history and revolution, resilience and endurance was claimed by the fire that is mercilessly transforming our world.

If you needed a million fabulous examples of the weekend's agitating astrology engendering very real positive change, here it is. Here they all are and there's plenty more where they came from. Kids forged by homegrown terror and trauma alchemising their pain into take no prisoners advocacy. They are reshaping a braver new world.