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.

As we fairly hurtle to the end of the astrological year and our equinox balancing act looks increasingly wobbly, we would do well to sagely count our chickens. There are influences aplenty at play, each wielding a peculiar magic whose combined weight is staggering.

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.

Cue the circus music and don your snorkel darklings because Mercury retrograde is here. I am a rabid fan of these all too regular transits for the insight, movement and creative boon they offer. Hysterical naysayers and astrodoomsday prophets, pipe down. Your control freakery is now a relic and your panic aids nothing. This entire year is built on discovering new ways to see and be and these cosmic curve balls are all part of the plan.

Dig in darklings for this is likely to be the deepest dark moon of the year. It is the deep breath in and the pause prior to the revolution. It is built on solitude and surrender and gently sifting through the detritus of the last eight years on a quest for uncommon wisdom.

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.

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.