The first day of the next season on the calendar, its tendrils wrapping around us like creeping vines long before now. The sky keeping its own time, the soul self biding its allocation and weighing it against glitchy unruly transformation.

Gemini season arrives annually to haul stale thinking out of its doldrums and boots stuck in the mud blood of the old world. Its twin skinning of perception and faculty is not a figment of your imagination. Gemini came to play, already messing maniacally with the stubborn fixations revealed by a storming Taurus season.

Our week kicks off in spectacular fashion as the Sun and Mercury come together at the final degree of Aries, pulling each other across the threshold into Taurus' elysian fields. For half a day they blaze in company and our own transformation by cardinal fire reaches its peak.

As we gallop through the midpoint of Merc's retrograde and he meets the sun in Pisces, we are at the tipping point of this transit. And there is just so very much on multidimensional platforms to consider. Enter the ghosts of missteps past, whose unholy spectre arrives to pull your reluctant attention by the nose.