As Jupiter languorously rolled into formation overnight in Leo, the giant geometry begins to lean on a lever most of us did not know we had inside. Its siren activation was in February when Neptune and Saturn met at the initiating degree in Aries. An alert from the future, origin and source resonant, that may not have landed like a feather in your path. Perhaps it was a bomb, or hit like a lightning bolt, or conjured an old storm that finally had its way with your life. Something caught fire in the most fertile way, incendiary conditions required to blast open the husk so the seed could travel beyond its early protection, hectic but effective.

We slipstream now into the final moments of Merc's magic trick of a retrograde, only interested in how you have made the crossing between head and heart. Dangerously cunning at the station point and with an endless retinue of thaumaturgy to boot, the psychopomp takes no prisoners as he guides us through the breach.

On mulberries, Milton and the very best Aquarian spell that ever I weaved for my writing. She’s growing beautifully, darklings.