For centuries upon centuries sirens have been rendered perilous, their song a fatal enchantment that lured weak men to their demise. In mythology sirens are the embodiment of temptation, their otherworldly beauty a danger to those who heard their song and could not simply pass by. And yet nowhere in these ancient stories do sirens hunt,

The Pisces new moon is a liminal threshold. A strange crossing whose current pulls us through its portal, whispering to us in tongues and conjuring diffident dreams from our dark materials. We feel an almost imperceptible tidal shift from a place beyond the depths.

This month's dark moon bolthole is welcome refuge and scrying pool. A place to lay our world weary head away from the cumulative horror of the world of men and conjure an equal music of our own.

In the shadow of the dark moon, as the world above twists and turns in transition, today the sun and Neptune meet in Pisces' deep waters. To speak in strange tongues about the nature of truth and the veil of illusion, the persistence of memory and the body that keeps score, the journey beyond conditioning and control to elysian fields of freedom.

Every month in a row she calls us to temporary retirement. The beautiful moon hides her face, the stars blaze in her absence and the tides within us ebb. The bone tired exhaustion of all these modern gauntlets run on repeat catches up with us. We are world weary and craving retreat, rest and recalibration. The dark moon envelops us in her soft folds.

This week is a sweet surreal dream arriving as antidote and answer to the questions posed on repeat by this year in transition. Now may we surrender to Neptunia and the dark tides that precede the new moon in Pisces next weekend.

Last year International Women's Day got swallowed up by a pandemic that would go on to indisputably prove the actual value of feminine currency. Women's labour, so much of it undervalued or unpaid, remains the sinew that holds the backbone of our countries and our worlds upright.

Years ago it was, I had this dream. I was on a yacht travelling backwards at speed and I couldn't see land anywhere. I didn't know how to get off it and no one could hear me shouting into the wind.

A welcome change in the planetary weather today as Mars finally departs his truculent time in Taurus for the fresh air of Gemini. All the better to fan his flames and bust the regular ruts we may have found ourselves stuck in, spinning wheels and digging further into the same old ground.

In Australia, this is what it looks like after you get justice in a system stacked against you. It isn't joyful. It is barely relief, more often collapse and as rare as hen's teeth. The archaic and brutal judicial system victims battle compounds the terrible damage of the original crime.

An interesting set of hours ahead of us all darklings as today the tear in the fabric between the past and future widens considerably. Only the foolhardy or slavishly self interested missed the evolutionary memo. The genie is now all the way out of the bottle and smiling on those already building their brave new world.

The full moon in Virgo delivers uncluttered clarity and right between the eyes revelation, arising from the shimmering depths of Pisces. Her gift is discernment, unwrapped by clambering all the way back into our bodies and getting our feet firmly back on the ground. Now you see, now you feel, now you know.

It takes a while to get your sea legs. Pisces season always asks us to dive deeper than we did the time before and swim further from our safe shores. Pisces in the burgeoning age of Aquaria has initially held us all as fish out of water, imploring us to learn new strokes with which to navigate the surreal currents of humanity's overdue revolution. The one that never had any intention of us escaping its net.

Australian politics is a deeply biased self serving gong show at the best of times but last week the curtain got pulled all the way back by Brittany Higgins, a courageous young woman who will reshape our political landscape with her brave public recount of being raped at Parliament House.

Common as it is on Monday to feel like your get up and go already got up and went, this week is a nebulous path. Hard to get all the way into fast as it drags its feet over the new lines.

Mercury has today shifted gears and flipped the switch on our retrograde adventure in consciousness through Aquaria. Our vision tilted, awareness shifted to haul us into the future and our preordained entelechy. Synapses crackling with fresh technologies as nerves thrum ancient codex. New keys jingling steel in your hands.

It is shaping up to be a wild weird weekend in paradise, darklings. A curious combo of square dancing, head clashing and skittery scattiness that could drive even the sanest to shouting. Can you keep your wits about you in a world gone stark raving? You'll know soon enough.

Welcome to the deep darklings, as the sun leads the charge out of the gates of Aquaria. Venus will follow into Pisces next week though the vibe of the dive remains distinctly Aquarian. Not drowning, transmogrifying.