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Shhhh. Don't look -- and keep your voice down. This week's goddess is already really pissed off, and I don't want her directing her wrath at me.This week's goddess is Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire. She is one tough charcoal briquet. It seems she has some "issues" when it comes to men, sisters, and rivals. Basically, they make her really mad, and when Pele gets mad, she burns things.
I don't know what happened. Maybe another lover dumped Pele for Poliah, goddess of snow-capped mountains. Maybe Pele slept with her sister's husband again and then got into another sibling spat. Hell, maybe Pele doesn't like the happy hour at Roy's Hawaiin Fushion in Pasadena. But something happened because -- last I heard -- over 85,000 acres of the San Gabriel foothills are burning. I wake up every morning and the inside of my house smells like smoke. We can't walk the dog because the air quality is so bad. Our eyes sting, our throats hurt, our clothes stink. And I'm far south of the fires. I'm not even close to them. No matter. Right now, if you live in the San Gabriel Valley, your life is focused on conflagration.
So here's what we need to do. Are you ready? Are you sure? Because we must be very subtle or Pele might change the winds and send us running to the sea. Ok: here's what we do: we don't channel Pele. Channeling Pele would be very bad right now. Instead, we channel Pele's rival, Poliah. Remember her? Goddess of snow-capped mountains? Channel her. Think snow. Think cold. Think pure clean air. Then, make a sacrifice: bring a couple gallons of ice cream to your local fire station. Those guys are the ones who really need divine protection.
This one's for all my friends in Altadena and La Canada. You guys take care.
Need a goddess: That's why I'm here! Tell me your need and I'll find you the perfect goddess.