Next cosmic cab off the evolutionary rank during this Saison du Flux is Chiron, following the moonlit path into Aries. Our wounded healer remains our emblem of overbloodycoming. Tempting as it is to see only the claret oozing and float away on a sea of tears and fingerpointing, Chiron is always far more interested in our healing. In how we rise, not what knocked us flat. In how we each alchemise that shit into gold.

Beware the Ides of March, they say. Gah. We have all been settling karmic debt and shadow dancing for weeks before that - and since. As we plunge into the sweet dark of the moon after a month or more in Meltdown City, the reckoning is here. When the moon makes new in Aries in a few short days, it will be dragging Chiron into its fiery imperative and kicking Mercury into forward gear. This will be a high impact transformation, the kind that we crave and quake.

Back in the saddle darklings and loving it! After a long and winding convalesence, I read tarot this morning for a wonder from Wisconsin and have officially re-opened my bookings for readings.

My old boss used to remark that the problem with having your head stuck up your arse* is that only one of your senses is working. Yes, wisdom of dinosaurs but a salient observation nonetheless. As we chewed over yesterday and the day before that on this page, April is built on revisiting old scenarios or past mistakes whilst being agitated and niggled on most fronts.

In the spirit of Mercury retrograde, we're going to do a quick revision on his masterful magic so that when he squares Saturn and Mars today we don't all drop our bundles (again) or get booted hard in the nostalgias.

Let's just get one thing straight and take the bleating right out of it. April is a pressure cooker designed to get you hot under the collar.

All at once a witchling again with oh so much to master. April is built on constant incremental change as we continue to morph, testing our inbuilt flux capacity to moderate the transition. Quite an ask we are making of ourselves as we push boundaries and the limits of our knowledge. Daily if not more often.

After a wild and woolly week, well may we be craving respite. Lunging for the pause button and hankering to leap off, up and away from it all. Yet our carriage lurches and thunders towards the full moon. Yet the Libran peak can be a soothing balm to the me! me! me! of Aries season.

Righto everyone, back in your corner of Meltdown City. Time out of the cray. Take a moment to stop, sigh deeply and sit the fuq down. Yes the current astrofuquery / soup de jour is loaded. Brimming with the hairy potential to make us go off like a packet of crackers.

If you needed a million fabulous examples of the weekend's agitating astrology engendering very real positive change, here it is. Here they all are and there's plenty more where they came from. Kids forged by homegrown terror and trauma alchemising their pain into take no prisoners advocacy. They are reshaping a braver new world.

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Just checking in from my astrofuquery bolthole to see how the weekend is treating you, darklings. Venting, ranting and non specific shots across the bow welcome here. Better out than in and splattered in such a way as not to cause irreparable damage in real life, non?

Mercury retrograde is here. Now. In Aries.

Before you hit any kind of panic button or prepare to ascribe every single shitty thing going on in your life to it, a heads up. Mercury retrograde is a test you can only pass if you do your revision. Herewith your cheat sheet, darklings. Pin it to the dartboard.

The next few days should rightly have been circled in blood on that calendar of Kittens Doing Things you received from Secret Santa. Pourquoi? Grab a vat of something to stop thy head spinning and pull up a pew. The Church of Latter Day Sanity Saving is in sesh. With the Sun, Mercury, Venus and Uranus in Aries the mood has seriously fired up.

Musing on time travel as the multiverse conspires once more to shift its space time disco through our lives. Perhaps it is the glut of spare days or the slower pace that immobility affords but my forward motion has stilled. In its place are long moments of contemplation, an abyss of ideas that I have until now simply leaped over in my hurry to get to the imaginary line I have drawn in the future.

And so the wheel turns once more, this eve at 3.15am Wollombi time when the sun storms into the firebrand go-getter energy of Aries. Crossing the equator as he goes, the sun king delivering our equinox tipping point when day and night are of equal length. Our Northern friends begin to rise and stretch into Spring as here in the South we begin the descent towards the dark cauldron days of Winter.

This is a flux capacitor, invented by fictional Dr Emmet Brown in 1955 to enable time travel in his DeLorean. It stored the power held in a lightning bolt which when unleashed neatly zapped you into another dimension of time and space.

After nearly eight weeks of our twisted firestarter in tell it like it is Saggilands (yes simmering beneath us all right throughout eclipsia) well may we be due for a more productive fire in our bellies. Mars move into Capricornia hot on the heels of the new moon in Pisces augments the fresh start vibe and gives us the impetus and desire to grab our life by the horns.