Pele: Fire in the Water

Well, first, of course, Obama was elected, and he grew up in Hawaii.

interviewfrankmaceowenAnd then my friend Slade (of sladeroberson.com) went to Hawaii for angelic training and, as it turned out, met essential people for his life path.

And then I stumbled onto a fascinating podcast called “Jedi trainer” (hunatrainer.com), which is really a tutorial on Huna, a (the?) Hawaiian shamanistic tradition. The podcaster is on a very good wavelength for me, and with a couple of his techniques, I was able to ramp up my manifesting energy enormously.

And then I saw my very first Hawaiian quarter — absolutely gorgeous, too.

And then, it turned out that one of the people in my work group was getting an all-expenses paid trip to Hawaii as a thank-you from the company for basically being an awesome guy.

What on earth was all this Hawaii stuff about?

At first I thought perhaps Slade was psychically broadcasting “HAWAII HAWAII HAWAII” after his huge trip, and I was caught in his wake. But I talked with him about it, and he said his feeling was more that it was me, not him. He also mentioned that one of the goddesses of Hawaii was named Pele.

Pele: this name rang a bell for me. My middle name is Paul; it’s also the name of my primary spirit guide. The name bears a phonetic resemblance to the names of two gods I associate myself with: Apollo and Bel. Paul Apollo Bel Pele… bell, pool, peal: energetically, these words designate energy that arises from a source point and spreads out to fill a volume, like water, sound or light.

I decided to reach out to Pele.

Pele! The goddess of fire, volcanoes, lightning, dance, and violence, she lives in the highest pit of the great volcano on Hawaii’s big island. There are a number of stories of how she came to be there, but the most common is one in which she incurred the enmity of her older sister, a water goddess, by seducing her husband. The water-goddess chased Pele to Hawaii, where they did epic battle. Pele lost, but her spirit escaped and took up residence in the volcano.

In meditation, I stood on Apollo’s hill, and tried to feel in what direction Pele might be. I was drawn across the Sun Prairie, over the vast grasslands golden in the evening, to the far west. There the sun sits in perpetual sunset, a mighty disk blazing behind the throne of Bel, the Celtic Sun God; and at Bel’s feet is a simmering pool of fire…

And in the fiery water, Pele swims.

Whenever I meditate on a Godhood, I am filled with warmth and boundless joy; and seeing her swimming there, she seemed beyond beautiful. As she swam in the pool of fire, it appeared to transform into a tremendous pool of red and white blossoms. When she saw me, she grinned and hopped up on the edge of the pool.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” I said.  (In my experience, It always pays to be polite to volcano goddesses.)   She said she was delighted.

“What is going on?” I asked. “Obama was just elected. My friends are going to Hawaii, and I’ve had all these ‘coincidences’…”

“People are receptive to me now,” she said. “I am not personally pushing anything, but many, many people are coming to a place where they can hear me.”

“And what is that place?”

“I am the fire-in-the-water. I am the burning of passion, the burning of creation, but surrounded by water, dissolution, and disillusion. I am the candle in the darkness and the star in the night. I am the belief in the face of doubt. Obama — yes, his message, ‘Hope! Change!’, that’s what it’s all about. He tapped into that power…

“Often the whole United States takes on this feeling. The US is a passionate nation, and it often feels like an island, like Hawaii. A passionate nation surrounded by a non-comprehending world. The Melting Pot — there is the warmth and heat again. The torch lifted by the Statue of Liberty in New York’s harbor.”

I thanked her for her words, and for watching over us.  Before I left, I asked whether she had any advice for us in these difficult times.

“Oh yes. Don’t let the fire go out; keep it burning. The fire will never conquer all; you cannot win against the ocean. And that’s as it should be. But the ocean should not win against you, either! There is no winning and no losing. There is just the burning: the passion: the creation. The beauty. As long as you keep the fires burning, you have won.”

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Comments

  1. Jeff, like you I am drawn to Pele. I have been since I saw the Jeff Chandler, Louis Jourdan, Debra Paget movie that came out in 1951 (which happens to be the year I was born also) movie called “Bird of Paradise.” Debra Paget at the end of the move was sacrificed to the Volcano God/Goddess because she was the first born daughter of the island chief. Since watching that movie on TV as a child, I have been fascinated with volcanoes. I found a youtube clip of “Bird of Paradise” and watched it earlier. Thanks for reminding me of that movie. I think I will do a search online and see if I can buy it.

  2. Jeff Lilly says:

    I’ve never seen the movie, Patricia, but it sounds like one that would certainly have an effect on a child! :-) I’ll have to check it out sometime… I do not know whether the Hawaiians ever performed human sacrifice at their volcanoes.

  3. Hi Jeff,

    I am also drawn to Pele. I got to the Hawaiian Islands at least once every couple of years (remember me e-mailing you from the big island in November while visiting the volcano???)

    The islands are full of Mama energy and the goddess within them is ripe and demanding on any visit.

    When noticing the volcanoes – it has a spiritual effect. Two of the greatest forces in the world collide, in an amazing kind of balance that actually creates something new land in it’s wake.

    I would say that this points to connecting with your female side and balancing the male and female energies within yourself :-) This is what makes us whole and most certainly creates something new!

    Loads of love!

    PK

  4. MarilynRP says:

    I also turned to a tree — an oak tree — for strength when a passionate love ended. I would hold it and let it hold me. It was a double oak — I had hugged it with joy when all was well, then with tears as I struggled to heal.

    One half of the double oak is dead now. The other is thriving. It told me it was a willing sacrifice, though each time I see it I am sorry/grateful (to allude to Stephen Sondheim’s musical on coupledom!)

    Marilyn

    Found you when Cat posted a link to this on her Facebook!

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