Cue the trumpets and reshuffle the get out of jail cards, darklings. Merc is now direct and will be taking names as he makes his way back across the Aries fireground and through the waning of a torrid eclipse season that has completely reshaped our ground zeroes. It is impossible to separate the two, their myriad impacts indelibly entangled in a hail of shock and revelation that continues to ricochet.

Nearly through the first scrambling week of Mercury's retrograde, its partnership with the eclipse portal is becoming more apparent. So too our collective need to move beyond hysterical reactivity, starry eyed bypassing and random planetary excuse generation.

This all too regular rx transit amplifies Mercury's rulership, and too our chronic dependency on tech. We have long traded our bodies and their innate guidance systems for EMFs and little black boxes, housing screens that constantly pull us away from the truth that lives in our cells.

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.

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.

If you are beginning to feel your head just above water, you can thank Mercury's recent move into Aries after the longest time in the wavy Piscean waterworld.

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.

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.

Yes it's true darklings, Mercury is no longer retrograde. His step ball change right on Neptune has called a halt to his reverse gear shenanigans but I'm betting a boob that we're not out of these surreal waters quite yet. Uncle Merc now retraces his strange steps through the shadow of his rx until mid April. This is an echo, cosmic déjà vu.

We are in yet another week of transition as the cosmos rearranges itself once more. The dance of the planets is eternal, its constant choreography an ongoing invitation to explore our outer reaches. The big news this week is the conclusion of Merc's confounding retrograde through the nebulous Piscean smokescape.

The reset button that is the full moon on the rise is here. Our retrograde adventure through Neptunian wonderlands has been a surreal and oft tearstruck journey where nothing has been as it seemed.

If any part of today rendered this expression on your face, you have Merc's inferior conjunction to thank for it. A crucial part of his merry dance around the sun and the fulcrum of his confounding retrograde, Mercury today passed directly in front of the sun. Literally projecting his rx-on-roids death rays our way, supercharged by our solar ruler. As though we needed Merc, already on acid, squared.

With our dark moon rudely disrupted yesterday by Urania's cataclysmic shift and Mercury's confounding retrograde, our little ol' new moon in Pisces has been somewhat obscured. She rose quietly overnight in a blue haze, her infant crescent not visible to mortal eyes but her rippling mood felt by many a heaving heart.