Strap on the rose coloured glasses darklings and prepare to fawn and swoon as Venus moves into Pisces today. Lady Love swan dives from the airy platform and breathing space afforded to her by Aquaria into deeper emotional waters with nary a splash.

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.

Every year in a row Pisces season schools us in the art of illusion. Its deep waters distort our senses and pool our assumptions. The whirlpool of our emotions, particularly those feelings that will not submit to sense or reason, breach the surface of our lives and we find ourselves all at sea.

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.

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.

As we peer down the barrel of this week, the cosmic waves continue rolling in thick and deep and fast. Their power and beauty is cataclysmic in its execution of our new natural state. The evolution is here, darklings. This is more than a chorus. It is a no holds barred imperative.

With changeling as our default setting these heady evolutionary days, we are becoming adepts with zero time for naysayers and non believers. Today again holds quite the shift, all the better to prove our nonplussed adaptability and maintain momentum. Both of our cosmic luminaries now take centre stage. Together they glide through the powerful anaretic degree of the sign they depart, to stand tall at our next initiation point.

The icing on this week's cosmic layer cake is our impending full moon on the rise, and it's not even Wednesday yet. Her blazing gaze, magnified by proximity and purpose, peaks at the begin-again point in the house of the divine feminine healer. Initiation and medicine for a new life finding its feet.

Having spent years wailing and fighting, surrendering and accepting, the matrix is already rippling with your healing. In 2010/11 when our greatest cosmic teacher moved into Pisces, we were forced into deeper water and given little choice but to begin our life's greatest education. Today we graduate from Chiron University, with our sights on dancing post grad horizons.

That thing. Dangerous, they cry. That doing something different and strange and right like it hasn't been before. Versus everything you think you know up until now. Doing it anyway, your future a greater lure than your past.

If you are mainlining ripples of dreamy fluidity and drifting melancholia in the matrix, you are well tuned in to the music of the spheres. Last Sunday Mercury dived deep into Pisces where our winged messenger will remain submerged until early April. His long surrealist soujourn will include his first retrograde of this year, just a fortnight away.

Quite the bewitching hour, the moon new in Pisces is a shapeshifting wonder that enchants already shimmering skies. It is from here that we traipse into unchartered territory as the changes wrought in eclipsia continue to ripple.

The dark moon in Pisces before she emerges anew is a deep abyss in the cavernous ocean of the self. These are the closing moments of eclipsia, whose peculiar medicine has been as unsettling as it has been instructive. Holy mother of Neptune what a colossal catalyst she was. Here now we tread water in the closing degrees of the zodiac, a place built on drawing conclusion.

Neptune is the planetary ruler of Pisces, currently planted therein and casting his significant haze over errything right now. And here we be. Craving escapism. Dreamscape gone batshit crazy. Enmeshed in drama. Mired in self harming delusion. Intuition on fire. Seeing through the matrix to the inconvenient truth. Visionary and vulgar all at once.

Post eclipsia can be overwhelming at the very best of times. So much fast paced change, all those heartquakes and headphoons and a finish line that resembles virtually nothing familiar. Tis a lot to choke down, let alone to do so underwater. Cue Pisces season to switch us from stewing to marination.

Last weekend as vital part of the post eclipsia change of state, the sun claimed his place in enchanted Piscean waters. He was joining Mercury, Chiron still weeping, our lady of love Venus and chief shaman and ruler of Pisces, Neptune in deliciously deep blue. Here may we submerge ourselves gracefully (or artlessly if that's all you have left) into the everloving waters of possibility and highest potential.

As we begin today to come up for air after a typically torrid saison d'eclipsia, not for me the new moon intention setting or break neck fast track to my brave new world. I am wary of any kind of bring-me-this magic woven under eclipsing skies. We know eclipses to be portents of change, unpredictable beasts who do not bow to our attempts to tame or harness their peculiar magic. We know too that they ripple: across astrological and emotional axes, across years, pinging our past and future alike.

The new moon eclipse half a day away now and oh how I can't wait to float down the backside of this seasonal tsunami. Our main players have taken their position, each vying for dominance as they come at us from completely different scapes.