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Bide the Wiccan Laws we must
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live and let live,
Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about
To keep the evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time
Let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon,
Chanting out the Witches' Rune.
Widdershins go by the waning moon,
Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's moon is new,
Kiss the hand to her, times two.
When the moon rides at her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale,
Lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the West,
Departed souls will have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady's tree,
Burn it not or cursed you'll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn,
Let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule,
Light the log and the Horned One rules.
Heed ye Flower, Bush and Tree,
By the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast a stone and truth you'll know.
When ye have a true need,
Hearken not to others' greed.
With a fool no season spend, "
Lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part,
Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law you should,
Three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in Love ever be,
Lest thy lover's false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:
An ye harm none, do what ye will.
blessed be.......
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| The Witches Creed
Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets
we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we
bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the
wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep
silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of
winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the
magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and
the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old
Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at
greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches
gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is
the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden
year and a day.
The power that was passed down the age,
Each time
between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the
ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of
power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for
that hour.
This world has no right then to know it.
And world of
beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great
Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars,
That
stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The
forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of
this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild winds rider,
The
Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she
pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady
of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and
mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and
ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine
to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's
fair land shall receive us
In peace at the end of our days.
And Do
What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this
is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!
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