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.

In the most ancient Egyptian dynasties risen and fallen many thousands of years ago now, Aker was the powerful earth god who presided over the horizon. Guarding the eastern and western thresholds to the underworld and taking the form of two lions.

With all this unprecedented disaster and catastrophe and serious change, it is easy for anxiety and despair to sink their talons in. And that's before you add whatever thafuck is enacting a similar impact for you personally. We knew this revolution would be televised but nobody said there'd be days like this, to quote the sages.