Easy as it is to lose our connection to cycles as so many are being disrupted, the new moon offers us all a lifeline. A blessed begin again and fresh start line. In Aries this bold new moon is both initiation and ignition point, a fiery imperative to fan whatever you are flaming about. So you can use this lunation to spark the new or you can take it like a toddler that has been sent to their room. Though a rash of power tantrums are forecast, you still have a choice darklings.

As we collectively walk this revolutionary road in isolation, life has morphed into the mythological. Regular programming is surreal as we dance with the mystery of life but not as we know it. This virus has already crumpled the systems so many are shackled by. Everything is stopping to reset.

I'm going early to this month's dark moon bolthole. My nervous system needs a fucking break from the hypervigilance of daily tallies and sweeping new measures enacted way too late and this climate of panic.

Ravens have told the tale of equinox for centuries in a language few humans understand. Crows cluster in murderous throngs cawing the change of season as the sun rises over a world painfully rebirthing. It is time and they know it, stalking the sunrise and gurgling the true tale of the next season.

The sun into Aries and equinox is our begin again. The start point of the zodiac - and thus too the finish line of the preceding cycle - confers this place with a sense of investiture. Here once more we are initiated. 2020 style we are all being impacted. No one escapes this revolution, though perhaps we now understand why it should not be televised.

As we walk the path to our brave new world - individually and at a safe distance - most all of our planets are in earth signs except for a small clutch in Pisces. The cosmic message could not be clearer: get grounded in your own space and feel those feelings as they crash on your shore. Mars in Capricornia is soon to dance with the congress responsible for January's gamechanging events.

The smart money knows that we are moving from an old bastardry to a new economy. One that comes at less of a cost and with benefits for all. That operates as safety net for the marginalised and ceases to reward only the thoughtless and greedy. Whenever humanity lurches from one paradigm to another deep in the throes of social change, imagination becomes the most valuable currency.

Maybe you have been lucky until now. Your life has whirled along, a sea of experiences that never stopped you in your tracks. That bad break up? You drowned it and moved on. The career hurdle? You switched gears. Life as you knew it had bones you put your weight on and the day to day was regular. Its tone and timbre was reliable. Your place in it and part to play known and understood.

Astrology for the apocalypse continues unabated, darklings. The dance of the planets is eternal and does not disrupt its constant choreography just because the seething ball of gas third from the sun is crippled by the labour pain of its rebirthing. As one of its handmaidens and scribes, you can bet your hand sanitiser on its prescriptions continuing here.

After every storm, the sun also rises. When our world is in crisis or we feel under siege, the very best thing we can do is offer support. The rolling disasters of these strange days are pushing us to a revolution of consciousness. We are required to save ourselves and care for others as well as the corner of the earth we call home. With this in mind I have flung open the doors to the Bohomofo Support Salon on Patreon.

The storm is here darklings and the sirens are ringing out around the world. To your bunkers, they cry. Seek shelter and protect yourself from the marauding virus that threatens life as we know it.

I bloody hope so. This tipping point has been ratcheting for some time.

I was chatting with this old bird today and he told me a story from once upon a time in my backyard. In the beginning when his kind had arrived to this lush paradise, he gestured wildly with his wing, life was simple. They ate. They squawked. They flew. They slept.

Though Chiron has been in Aries since Feb last year, with the world burning then flooding then completely freaking out there has been precious little time to dive into our deepest existential identity wounds. Survival mode makes hasty decisions and rash vows. But there ain't nothing like isolation - and a gentle shunt from the stars - to push the world's individuals to grander considerations.

The good ship 2020 has certainly run aground. Again. That's three times in as many months. First came January, which felt like a hundred years war. In romped February with its smoke and mirrors as those in power scrambled to offset the month prior. Nothing to see here. Oh heyyy March, you pandemic.

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.

A curious day in the cosmos darklings, after a weird weekend in Neptunia. Christ on a segway, this year is nothing if not determined to revolutionise. Make a note, if you have not already. You have to take respite as and when you need it. There is no window coming. Scheduling is the secret to peak self care. And tres Virgo, as this moon's mood dictates.

As those in power do their level best to stoke the fires of pandemonium while calling for calm through chattering teeth, we have reached yet another opportunity wrapped in viral crisis. Get used to this dynamic, the hallmark of both revolution and this paradigm shifting year.

Today we welcome a delightful tilt shift in the playing field as two of our personal planets move mansions and moods. If you're feeling stuck in the mud that 2020 has been liberally hurling around, this is antidote and opportunity wrapped in lightning.