Aquaria is a prism. A kaleidoscope we peer through into the future. Fragments of past and fractals of the present enlivened by its changing lenses. Evolution courting us in dark corners where we can no longer hide. Teasing a smile and a flutter of hope despite all we refuse to release ourselves from.

Not all moons are created equal. The journey through the deep treacle of the Aquarian balsam is no ordinary dark mooning. Descending like an otherworldly cloak as beneath its soft sparking folds you are transported, this caravan of selves.

Batten down the hatches and don the Aquarian cyberproof lady armour, darklings. February's day of reckoning has arrived in a strange huffy haze designed to get under your skin. Merc in full retrograde flight today squares off with our twisted firestarter hankering for the clash like a bull in a china shop.

The Leo full moon is always a call to our wild. A standing invitation and warm welcome into the place of courage and creativity that lies within us all. Too many are educated right out of this place by a terribly modern broken world that spins on careless power and mindless control. Taught how to think and act and be. Hammering hearts and hopes traded for a conditioned servitude to a life that refuses personal sovereignty.

Mercury's retrograde always proffers strange crossings. Tangling us in language and tech snafu that raises questions and hides easy answers. Changing course and altering propulsion so we move as if in a dream. Conjuring the past, breaching the surface glass we have cultivated to disguise our denizens of the deep. All in the service of a slow dance through our life to date, its revision calling wisdom to our own little boat.

Make no mistake about it darklings, this week reeks of rebirth as the past, present and future intermingle sans frontiers. Between Merc's planetary pinballing, his retrograde and cazimi and a whole new lunar year with the ultra Aquarian new moon, the end of this week won't remotely look or feel like its beginning.

Venus has made an elegant swan dive from the heady heights of Aquaria into Pisces, the water embracing its queen of stars like a lover. In doing so the stellium wanes and its rampant revolution cleaves to our deepest emotional currents in search of treasure.

Venus in her twin skin arrives at a crucial juncture in her retrograde today. Our lady of love is reborn through the heart of the sun in Gemini as our collective shadows finally catch the light. So may we eclipse our old ways and means in tandem with our lady of love as she transitions from evening star to morning star, bringing her significant blessing to new dawns everywhere.

A shout out and a salutation to my shadow dancers, old and new. I see you. Diving to unexplored outer reaches in search of buried treasure and fresh currents. Whose courage crackles and arcs even when the tides are strong and the crossing asks for confronting new medicine.

I see you. Your shadow lit from within and curling about you like a glittering shroud. Your eyes bright and clearer. Your bones shifted by the work. Your face taking a fresh shape.

Already we arrive by the sabbat, solitary witches turning things over in heavy heads and blessed empty rooms. Sifting and sorting and crafting fresh sense, as the wheel creaks and rolls over.

Pluto as first cab off the retrograde rank for his annual half year sojourn to the underworld is shadow o'clock. No matter what your idea of that means. Despite naysayers and bypassers and the love and light show, I remain devoted to the dark and to our shadows. Our soul's job here is not only to scarper higher, as much as to learn by digging down deeper into ourselves.

Though the past six months or more have given us cause to cultivate our resting WTF face, the past six weeks have really knocked it out of the park. Today brace yourself and your Mona Lisa smile for fresh shockwaves as two of our key planetary players invoke the kind of radical manoeuvres that engender more than just a ripple in the matrix.

Though the tidal pull has been deep and dark it has served its holy purpose, permitting us to scrub off the scourge of the old world and our uneasy place in it. Unsustainable living and PPE that ignored the greater good are so last year. The new moon in Taurus arrives as invitation and invocation alike. It is past time to break new ground as we each plant ourselves anew in a rebirthing earth.

As the dark descends, so too the peculiar melancholia. The swinging weight of this manic month drawling to a close. Neither our singular selves nor their many shadows desire the dance, as the dark moon draws the buried truth out into the barely there twilight. We stare blankly at its mass on the floor. The air is languid and heavily pregnant with transition, almost a day's labour away.