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.

The outrageous glitching is more than just a herald of change. The constant shock horror one two isn't just an awful coincidence. Constant alarm bells are the calling card of Urania, clanging against all that remains sleeping in our souls. Waking us like our lives depend on it while concluding a feisty retrograde zapping the lot.

Our first good Mercing of this year is drawing its out of the box conclusion today. It is a transit that rewards a telescope more than a microscope.

That weight you're feeling, the dragging of feet and the labouring of sighs, is courtesy of Saturn stationing to turn retrograde tomorrow. As part of the Capricorn dancing that is reframing us to fit our 2020 vision, first Pluto and now Saturn back their respective trucks up for the better part of the year.