After the activities of the day were completed and everyone else had turned in, I finally had the privacy to contact Madame Pele in the small rental house. The only ritual aid I had was my music, which I used to help me start to tune-in for a while before actively starting rituals. No incense or candles. Even if I had brought my lancets for blood offerings, I didn’t have a way to burn them without producing evidence or unwanted questions (and potentially the fire department).
I calmed myself and got into my ritual mindset, drifting into myself while lightly focusing on the goal of evoking and speaking with this Fire Goddess I knew little about. It was pretty clear that she wanted contact, but I wasn’t sure if this would make it easier or more difficult. I hadn’t been touched so brazenly in the past and it was causing some extra caution.
I called upon Belial to quickly verify that it had been Pele, doubting my senses, yet knowing it was her. He nodded and departed with a “Get to work”. It was better than being dressed-down for doubting.
My Invocation To Madame Pele
I banished the living room being used as my ritual area, the heavy rains outside preventing the use of the outdoors.
“Madame Pele, I ask you to come. Come into my ritual space. Please come and speak with me.”
“Madame Pele, come. I would speak with you.”
I could feel her drawing near the ritual space. I repeated the phrases a few more times, reaching out to her energy in the room, feeling her begin to form within the ritual area.
I felt that my apprehension from earlier was hindering the process. I closed my eyes, lightly focused on the goal, and crept further inside of myself, shutting off as much of my emotion and mental chatter as I could. While I don’t feel I was as successful as I would have liked with sealing those off, it didn’t matter. She stood before me.
I opened my eyes and could clearly see her with my third eye, standing near the middle of the ritual space. Most accounts of Madame Pele are of a Polynesian woman either very young, supple, and beautiful or very old and likely traveling with a dog. In some accounts, she even smokes when people offer her rides.
Before me stood an attractive, middle aged woman with shoulder-length hair. While I know that Deities can appear however they want or leave it up to the psyche of the evoker, it was clear that she was trying to alleviate some of the tension she had caused with her breath on my neck.
“Thank you for coming. I have some wine for you.” I motioned to the wine, which I had poured into a glass in preparation.
She nodded, “Thank you. We’ll start tomorrow. Please, leave the wine.” She then left.
Considering the tension from earlier and spending a fair amount of the rest of the time waiting to evoke her, I was both relieved and irritated at the brevity of the encounter. Part of me was also glad I hadn’t run through some materials for this level of interaction. Why not start tonight? The legends of her character were running through my mind as I thought of the encounter.
I banished the area, left the wine, and went to bed.
