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.

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.

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.

Hands up / rack off anyone whose life was not turned upside down over the last three weeks or so when our cosmic trickster Mercury was retrograde. This time around it was an emotional doozy, especially for those with key planets in Taurus and Aries (your mercurial tales of woe welcome below) or those anywhere nearby, which between them constitutes a great many of us.