It used to be that the ebb tide of the Scorpio full moon was its own scrying pool, a wake of ubiqitous clarity and potent post mortem. But this mad year? Its finger of god is still blinking. All the turning points still warp and beckon. The not no mores loading the bases to toppling.

And we are being held beneath the rapids at the lashing tail end of Pisces... again. If it feels like there's no room to move you can thank Saturn's heft, teetering here on the anaretic degree of the zodiac before his world tilting move into Aries in ten momentous days time.

Counting the minutes to this month's dark moon, she who will deliver us beyond our first eclipse season of the year and slingshot us towards the future. After a rampant season of retrograde designed to shift the hold of the past, this seismic new moon operates like a deep space pulse that will ricochet through our worlds. The Taurus new moon incoming is heavily aspected by design and some incredible cosmic geometry is already taking shape.

Saturn's seachange has arrived, towed in by the virgin's moon. She who has already moved on, now ensconced with Neptune at the zodiac bar that overlooks the great falls of Pisces. These cocktails could take down a dragon or two. Nothing is clear. Hard and fast borders and exclamations have dissolved. Feelings have been spilt all over the floor.

As we wait with bated breath for next Tuesday's significant shifters, it is all too easy to get ahead of ourselves. Haul fraught minds and willing bodies across borders prematurely in an effort to project ourselves into the future and bypass any clear and present discomfort. As usual, Saturn's not having a bar of it.