Pluto's retrograde is the next to tangle itself in this eclipse season, now stationing to turn and head underground for his regular sabbatical in the shadowlands. This year locked in a challenging aspect with the axis of past and future and our current eclipse ground zero. Dragging us back and forth across evolutionary thresholds that grate and smooth by design.

The strange in between is here. We have arrived to the stormy half moon fulcrum that dangles us precariously between solar and lunar eclipse. Neither here nor there, travelling between past and future without anchor or orientation by design. This place is both portal and portent, shimmering like cut glass and razor sharp on its edges.

Nearly through the first scrambling week of Mercury's retrograde, its partnership with the eclipse portal is becoming more apparent. So too our collective need to move beyond hysterical reactivity, starry eyed bypassing and random planetary excuse generation.

This all too regular rx transit amplifies Mercury's rulership, and too our chronic dependency on tech. We have long traded our bodies and their innate guidance systems for EMFs and little black boxes, housing screens that constantly pull us away from the truth that lives in our cells.

Taurus season arrives amid eclipses, retrogrades and change writ large. Though the luxe lair of the little bull is renowned for its feet on the ground fixed nature, myriad factors conspire to make this Taurean jaunt wildly unpredictable.

In the dark she lay coiled, comforted only by the proximity of her own body and its tangled histories. Wildness coursed through her veins, cauterising any cares she had left and stretching her hunger to breaking. After so long spent itching in her skin and burning for change, transition began without warning. Alone in the belly of the cave when no moon hung in the sky.

Our Coven Electric homes more than 40 dark moon posts since 2019 and hundreds in total. Crammed with tips and tricks, rituals and spells, the lore and lure of this potent cauldron space. Now magnified by a factor of eclipsia. And of course you are welcome to join us, for a moon or more. To deepen your connection to the natural world and its cycles by fostering your own spirituality and soul deep understanding. Marrying purpose to power, a winning combination.

As our next Giant Week in the Stars arrives bearing promise and potential, it is as important as ever not to gallop ahead of ourselves. Feeling into the distinct entelechy of the eclipse sequence is how we harness its magic, aligning ourselves to its torrent and too its tiny shards.

Eclipse season is a marathon not a sprint. This time around it brings in a sign change and a retrograde. We move carefully towards Thursday's epic mindful of all we must navigate - and prepare for - on a personal path to our first collective eclipsing this year.

Eclipse week is here darklings and this witch could not be more enthralled! Though we may now boast a haughty modern understanding of the orbits and intersections of our sun and moon, the folklore and magic attributed to our luminaries offers far more.

Curious indeed the cages we pop ourselves in, the limits we place on our dreams and ambitions, the cultivation of hopelessness we can indulge from within. Even on the luckiest days trapping ourselves in prisons of our own making, then gilding the bars with misplaced matyrdom, easy bypass or excuses. Eclipse season arrives twice a year to rattle those bars and our lives in the process.

What if, in the middle of poppycock and all the noise of the world, fate yet took you by the hand smiling? Stopped you right in the middle of what you weren't really doing and turned your head just so. Enough for you to sigh and spy the beautiful blindfolded goddess staring you down, the horn of plenty in her outstretched hand.

In a world trying to become more empathic and compassionate, our oldest wounds still smart. In our charts this is Chironic territory, a vital learning curve that shapes and frames the human experience. All of us have this tender place, but fewer move beyond its militant protection to unlock the treasure inside it.

Being a witch does not preclude enchantment by the beautiful fables, tenets and architecture of other religious paths. If anything it has connected me to them, echoes blessing my crooked path with their particular magic. And this week and its first full moon after the equinox is fairly crammed with them.

Einstein was a certified genius who knew unequivocally the "only real valuable thing is intuition". He attributed some of his greatest discoveries to this very human wonder, at times feeling he was certain he was right without - yet - knowing the reason why. Some of humanity's greatest breakthroughs have come courtesy of hunches, visions and dreams.

A palpable heaviness hangs in the air and floods our days and dreams. The weight and its grave implications are impossible to ignore. In this year of transition we will keep finding ourselves caught between worlds real and imaginary as the old gives way. Its slippage uncertain and discombobulating as the devil we know falls into these broiling seas of stormy change. Though we have felt it incoming like a smackdown for a day or more, Venus is now passing by Saturn in Aquaria.

This wide ranging conversation explored the initiation sequence now ignited by the Aries equinox and new moon that pulls us further into the Age of Aquarius. We mused on the soul's calling gaining momentum in each of us, the world and its evolution, epoch changes and trauma, listening to the call of the god/desses and our modern hunger for an embodied enlivened spirituality. Jumping between intuition, shadow, stars, magic, ritual and so much more.

Some days this world continues to defy belief. The news breaks our hearts. It leaves us mute in shock, harried and hopeless. The scales feel tipped too far in the wrong direction, the hurdles tower over us and faith jumps a bus for the coast. Revolution leaves everyone weary and worm down, especially on days where it feels like the needle hasn't really moved at all.

After any torrid passage, on earth or in the stars, there is a yawning need for rest. Time to tend and digest all that has gone on. Space to muse on what has moved or been shaken beyond beyond former recognition. Room to wonder where and why as we align to a fresh bearing. Its good value won't wait for the dust to settle or the to do list to get done first.

Until June, Pluto makes his first foray into Aquarius and a new generational chime rings out. More deep sub than bell tower, Pluto's impact is occulted and works from the ground down and the inside out. The last time he descended into the water bearer's realm was an era of revolution and invention but we cannot infer the same direct impact in the age of information and tech. How Hades' clarion call to our humanity takes root is yet to be understood, cloudy forms taking shape in dark crystals that defy gnosis.