Tag: New Year’s Day

Year of the Red Pegasus in Dallas, Texas

Mnemosyne is the Mother of the Muses. Born of (Gaia) Earth and (Uranus) Sky she weaves culture through oral traditions grounded in the art of memory with song, poetry, story, music, theater, history, tragedy, comedy, astronomy, and dance. The word Museum comes from Muse and is a container of culture, art and history.

In downtown Dallas there is a small park on Main Street called Pegasus Plaza. It is a project created through the Dallas Institute of Humanities and Dr. Gail Smith, an Archetypal Psychologist. She took on the project in collaboration with the Icon of the Pegasus in connection with Dallas. The myth of Pegasus flew down upon the Earth and where his hoof set foot, four sacred springs emerged. It is from these sacred springs the Muses came forth to bring inspiration and culture. Pegasus has flown over Dallas skies since its first arrival in 1934 atop the Magnolia Building, but landed a few times for repairs, and then retook the skies on January 1st, 2000.

The four springs of Pegasus from which the muses were birthed, come from a mountain spring Cassotis on Mount Parnassus, sacred to Euterpe and the other Muses. It flowed between two high rocks above the city of Delphi and in ancient times its sacred waters were retained for the use of the Pythia, the priests, priestesses, as well as the Oracle of Apollo.

The Hippocrene Spring on Mount Helicon, said to have been created by Pegasus’s hoof, was sacred to the Muses and a source of poetic inspiration.

The Spring of Dodona, dedicated to Zeus, was one of Ancient Greece’s oldest oracular sites, where sacred oak trees and rustling leaves were believed to communicate the gods’ will.

The Spring of Amphiaraus at Oropos was associated with dream incubation, where seekers would sleep near the waters, hoping to receive divine messages in their dreams.

These four springs each have their unique powers connected with Pegasus and the 9 muses, that also flows into feeding further gifts of dreaming, healing and oracular powers. Given that Pegasus Plaza was created as a living story of Pegasus fed by a living spring coming from a spiral and moving through a huge quartz crystal for healing, this is a sacred art sanctuary that roots the archetype of Dallas into a deeper story. Perhaps 2026 will be a year where the powers from the unseen world will surface to reveal a culture of healing, dreaming, and love of the arts. The 7 million raised to create Pegasus Plaza on Main Street in downtown Dallas, is certainly is a worthy investment.

The Red Pegasus is the archetype for the City of Dallas
2026 is the year of the Red Fire Horse

We need the powers of Pegasus more than ever before to preserve and protect culture and the arts, as well as the freedom to gather in the public square in Dallas. Recent attempts to sell Dallas city hall to build a casino and sports arena in place of one of perhaps the largest art parks anywhere, and historic city hall building designed by world famous architect IM PEI, reveals our city leaders are under the spell of Medusa rather than inspired by the muses of Pegasus.

When Pegasus park was planned to be built in the 90’s they dug underground adjacent skyscrapers and discovered a natural spring that drew forth to fill the water feature streaming from a large spiral design and a huge quartz crystal. Surrounding the spring are sculptures of each of the nine muses represented in a stone boulder like Baetyls, known as sacred stones embodying a Deity, or as in the case of the omphalomos, the navel of the world, or anima mundi. Dallas aspires to be a world renowned city, and needs to remember its roots as a city of dreams, but it won’t get there by sports arenas and casinos.

The River of Mnemosyne is known as the river of memory. It was said if you drank from here your memories of past lives would return. As we move towards the end of 2025, and review what we lived through, we may want to forget and move on, but Mnemosyne the Goddess of Memory will have us drink to remember so we may see the future clearly. May the spring of Memory take you there to call upon the powers of becoming into the new year for 2026.

King Arthur and the White Hart

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Sacred Tree

In conscious twilight dreaming, I see myself down in the earth around the roots of an enormous tree. I move around from root to root to feel and connect with the wide expanse that roots this magnificent tree in the earth. I then travel up through the core of the trunk of the tree, but find it difficult to move upward, because I encounter energy blocks inside the trunk.

I begin to feel the fear that I have stored there, and I consciously allow my fears to come undone. When the blockage is removed, I am aware my dreams have now also become unleashed. The fears held there were blocking my dreams from coming through. Now my dreams are free to be gathered each night and morning as I enter sleep and later awaken.  Now I can move freely up the core of the tree, into the hartwood.

White Hart

I am suddenly called to step out and into the middle realm. I am deep in a wooded forest, where a young king stands alone with his white horse to take water at the stream. He is handsome with shoulder length blonde hair, and blue eyes. He wears fine clothing and a simple gold crown. His back adorned with a silken purple cape and his hands are protected by tailor made leather riding gloves. He stares at the water with a look of peace and serenity, taking in every moment of the rare chance to be alone in the wild. Watching his horse drink from the stream, he looks up when hearing a crack in the wood. He stands face to face with the huge dark eyes of the stag staring back at him. There is something between them, something being transmitted, yet unspoken. It is a destiny, it is a sign. The White Hart then leaps across the wide stream and moves up the bluff until reaching a vantage point where he can look down upon the strange encounter he has just discovered. He will turn up again when the time is right.

Upper Realm Journey

Now I am called back to my sacred tree to move ever upward until finding the very tips of each branch as it reaches skyward. I scan the reach of this tree, it is broad and reaches high into the heavens. It holds home to many birds who lay in her branches tucked safely from harm. The trunk is strong and stable, and the roots reach wide and deep. I am now perched on the tiptop of the branches like a bird, surveying the view from uptop of the world. I am called to move ever higher in my journey and enter the upper realms. I look up and see a rope drop down, and a helping hand emerges to pull me up to the next level.

A rip in the fabric of time

I find myself dreaming in the twilight zone hoping for sleep or dreams to find me. A dream draws near me, tearing a rip in the fabric of darkness, that makes up my inner space. Upper and lower are pulled apart to reveal the brightness of the sun piercing through like the break of day.  From this space, now torn wide open, I can see the energy of another dimension spilling through into mine. I begin to see etheric beings stepping into my dreamspace, making their way toward me, moving ever closer. One moves close enough to come into view and I begin to make out the details of his person. He is a King in his prime years, experienced and fearless. He holds his hand extended out toward me. In it he holds, what looks to be the head of a man, or perhaps a skull. When I look closer, I see it is made from beeswax.

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Mythic Reflections

There are tales of King Arthur in connection with the white hart deer, one of which is at the wedding feast of King Arthur and Guinevere at Camelot. A White Hart Deer was seen to enter the great hall, followed by the chaos of a white dog followed by 30 hunting dogs, a fair maiden in pursuit of the white dog, and a knight in pursuit of the maiden. At the behest of Merlin, King Arthur orders they should all be brought back and chooses Sir Gawain to bring back the white hart. He is accompanied by two other knights, who gave chase to return the white hound and the fair maiden. The maiden was killed accidentally by Gawain who fought the knight for her. The White Hart and White Hound were returned to Camelot.

There is another tale that takes place at a Christmas feast at Camelot, when Sir Gawain encounters the Green Knight who challenges the knights of the round table to cut off his head and in a year and a day return to have the same fate returned. Sir Gawain is the only knight to accept the challenge and he takes the hatchet and chops of the head of the Green Knight, who then catches his own head in his hand.

Sir Gawain returns to the Green Chapel at the coming of Christmas the next year to honor his part of the bargain with the Green Knight. On New Year’s Day, he meets up at the Green Chapel to receive the returning ax blow to cut off his head, but his life is sparred after three tries by the Green Knight. He is found to have been given a green girdle talisman of a fair maiden to protect his life.

What will the coming year bring with the mythic themes of King Arthur and the White Hart spilling into my dreams? A spiritual quest maybe in the offering for the coming year. Time will tell, in a year and a day, if my head will be cut off or not.  I will be sure to make plenty of magic talismans this year.  The Green Knight is steeped in the older traditions of the Green Man. The King of the Wood, as protector and consort of the Goddess, is sacrificed in the yearly ritual. When winter comes, the Green Man becomes the old man of winter and he is sacrificed in a ritual fire to be reborn at Beltane.  The reborn sacred king and goddess are joined in a sacred marriage to fertilize the land. It is then, that his power is bestowed upon him by the goddess and held in the land that he serves.

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