We have just made the strangest crossing, one and all unwittingly. While we were sleeping without dreaming, wishing without hoping, forgetting the true nature of the frame. Tiny pulses and synapses in a constant exchange beneath thick earth skins as sky paths roared and ribboned all about us. All our worlds woven through us in this one, danced through the sequence again by ancient cogs that creak and shimmer eternal.

Volatility is a curiously misunderstood force of nature. Its power is not held in fury nor fire but rather in uncertainty. Risk is measured in the size of the change made and weighed against its options, seen and hidden. Herein lies its magic. Those willing to harness themselves to unknowable futures and let their faith in themselves draw dividends their way.

The Aries initiation point arrives like a blaze, arising from the depths of the Piscean waterworld. Its time stamp is the equinox and seasons rearrange themselves around its cardinal doorway. The zodiac refreshes and we look to its next start finish line for portents as the keys to the next solar cycle dangle from its bright beams.

Hang on to your horns / hats darklings, as our two galactic power players challenge each other to more than a duelling solo. Under these clanging stars arrives a weekend fairly crackling with baptism by fire in the lashing tail end of Aries. The Sun squaring Pluto always makes for interesting conversation.

The Aries new moon resets the worlds that spin around us, inviting a fresh initiation sequence. Start from where you are, with all you have left and won, carrying nought more than what you can hold, trusting the flint within. A firestarter that arrives determined, the new moon is part of a stellium of planets in Aries, all of whom are willing us to begin again.

Emerging from the depths of the Piscean waterworld and its thorough drenching in all the feels is miraculous. Aries always arrives like an exclamation mark as fresh fire sparks in our bellies.

Fire burns us up in order to release us into a new form. Every phoenix worth its salt learns not to fear the licking flames. This week is built on channelling the inferno and keeping your eyes peeled for miracles.

With a crowded cosmic chorus of alarms ringing in heads and hearts all week / month / year, we are universally musing. We want to know what in tarnation is going on. Or when it is going to end or start or shift. We demand satisfactory responses to impossible questions when we already know the answer.

Let's just get one thing straight and take the bleating right out of it. April is a pressure cooker designed to get you hot under the collar.

Mercury retrograde is here. Now. In Aries.

Before you hit any kind of panic button or prepare to ascribe every single shitty thing going on in your life to it, a heads up. Mercury retrograde is a test you can only pass if you do your revision. Herewith your cheat sheet, darklings. Pin it to the dartboard.

The next few days should rightly have been circled in blood on that calendar of Kittens Doing Things you received from Secret Santa. Pourquoi? Grab a vat of something to stop thy head spinning and pull up a pew. The Church of Latter Day Sanity Saving is in sesh. With the Sun, Mercury, Venus and Uranus in Aries the mood has seriously fired up.

This is a flux capacitor, invented by fictional Dr Emmet Brown in 1955 to enable time travel in his DeLorean. It stored the power held in a lightning bolt which when unleashed neatly zapped you into another dimension of time and space.

The first day of a new anything is often dedicated to grand resolutions and audacious planning but we have really been spoilt this astrological new year.

Last night's full moon eclipse in Libra was the final in a series of eclipses on the Libra / Aries axis that have been running since 2012, taunting us with their potent blood moons and forcing us to consider one of the greatest balancing acts we try to master in our oh so busy lives: me vs you. Yep, that old chesnut.

The movement of Mercury into Aries this morning is an antidote to nebulous communication but be careful what you wish for. Whilst the Neptunian delusionists and filthy liars alike are no longer as able to flourish under non fishy skies, Arien firepower can be dangerously bombastic in the wrong mouth.

And so the wheel turns once more, Bohemians. Today is the astrological equivalent of New Year's Eve because at around 4am tomorrow morning Wollombi time, the sun wafts from the dreamy Piscean realm into the firebrand go getter energy of Aries. Tune in and you will feel the change when you wake in the morning.