Joseph Campbell wrote that mythology is the story of the human experience. I wonder about the mythologies of today. What stories are being born in your life, in my life? How is it that humans create the very mystery that we seek to understand? Mythologies aren’t logical or reasonable, they come from the mystical realm and are expressions of the expressionless. Form created from the formless. Here is an example of one of  my favorite myths: The story of Medusa the snake haired gorgon whose gaze could turn one to stone. Perseus is the hero that faces Medusa using a mirror to cut off her head rather than looking directly at her face. Out of the body of the severed Medusa arises Pegasus, the winged horse. I see Medusa as part of my shadow self, the snakes representing the many faces of the ego. Medusa lives in a cave and all who enter die there and become part of the fear that is associated with the darkness or the shadow within. When Perseus enters or rather my conscious self enters the dark abode of the unconscious he takes with him a mirror to reflect the gaze of Medusa. He could still look upon her in the mirror. I like the idea of reflection rather than confrontation. There is no battle of the wills. Perseus simply decapitates Medusa or severs the mind from the body. Once the two are no longer confused the gift within Medusa is a beautiful winged horse. The horse in traditional symbology represents freedom and stability. A winged horse is the embodiment of mobility and freedom as well as grounded stability. Pegasus is a dichotomy offering both sky and earth as its domains. Its white coat a symbol of purity. By entering the dark cave of our subconscious minds we can recognize and reflect our shadow selves. One can be free of the ego by severing our stories from the truth and out of the truth comes the eternal gift of freedom and security. One of the reasons mythology is so powerful and trans-formative is that it can be interpreted differently for each individual. There is no correct meaning to a mythology. It is only limited by the lack of imagination. Each person can see a different aspect of themselves in the Medusa story. In fact, the meaning of the story often changes as a person changes and has different life experiences.