Pegasus comes to us from Greek mythology. He was born of the blood of Medusa as she was beheaded by the hero Perseus. Pegasus then flew to mount Helicon, where, striking the ground with his hoof, a stream began to flow which became sacred to the Muses.

When Bellerophon was giving the task of killing the Chimara, he was advised to procure Pegasus for the battle. Bellerophon, as was often the case with a hero, had a god for a parent. His greatest desire now was to ride the magnificent winged horse named Pegasus, but he despaired of ever getting close to, much less capturing or taming, such an animal.

One night Athena, the goddess of reason, appeared to him in a dream. "What man swears cannot be done, should not be hoped for. Power on high will place it in his hands with ease." Bellerophon awoke to find a golden bridle lying at his feet.

He took it to a meadow known to be a favorite of Pegasus, and there he found the wonderful winged horse drinking at the well of Pirene. At the sight of the golden bridle, Pegasus trotted right up to the youth and allowed himself to be bridled and mounted without a struggle. With Pegasus' help, the Chimaera was easily defeated. This conquest and other successes with Pegasus caused Bellerophon to become swell headed.

One day he leaped onto Pegasus and dug in his stirrups. "To Olympus!" he cried, and urged the horse upward to the home of the gods. Pegasus was wiser, and for the first time, would not obey. An angry Zeus sent an insect to sting Pegasus, causing him to throw Bellerophon from his back. Bellerophon, whose ambition had grown too great, wandered on foot for the rest of his days, avoiding the paths of mankind. Pegasus traveled on to the heavens alone where he became a constellation, and a servant of Zeus. It is said that a kick from his hoof created the fountain of poetic inspiration.

In modern times, Pegasus is seen as the symbol for the immortality of the soul, and as the carrier and protector that guards the spirit in its journeys into the astral plane. Pegasus is the power of the creative spirit in all of us. He is the symbol of the Muses, of inspiration, and of the beauty we bring to our life and the lives of others.

It is said, if you are drawn to Pegasus, then he is calling you to create -- in music -- in song -- in poetry -- in writings -- in art -- in any form you choose. CREATE and share your expressions of beauty.

Here is a personal experience with Pegasus.

I recently visited your web site and it's beautiful! I was amazed that you added the Pegasus to the top of your web page. Last winter the Pegasus appeared to me on several occasions as I laid down at night to work with the ets. It was so real that I was awe-struck. I thought it was simply a beautiful expression of the energies working with me and had no idea of its significance until this past Feb when one night I laid down to sleep and as soon as I closed my eyes a large black swastika on a red background appeared suspended before me like a grotesque medallion. I gasped and opened my eyes to shake it off and as soon as I closed them it was again present. At that point I decided to send it healing energy instead of being frightened and as I did it slowly became engulfed in a bright white glow until it was a brilliant sphere. Then much to my astonishment the sphere started to rotate forward and wings unfolded from it as it became a white dove, which then flew away. At the time I didn't know the meaning of that experience until about a week later when I was talking to a friend about symbolism and I asked him the meaning of Pegasus. His response was that it is the apocalyptic horse. Well the definition of apocalypse is the elimination of evil by good (hence the legend of Pegasus rising from the ashes of the slain medusa I assume). Well the swastika/dove experience suddenly had a meaning to me that was also delineated by the appearance of Pegasus. The night of the swastika/dove vision, when the dove took shape and flew away, the experience ended with a vision of a very large angel standing before me like a statue holding a huge scroll in one hand. He said nothing, just stood there. I can't say I fully understand where its going but it surely ties in with all my other experiences to this point. I thought you might find this story interesting.

love, Susan