The Wiccan Rede (long)
Bide by the Wiccan Law ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust.
Live ye must and let yet to live, fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about, to keep unwelcome spirits out.
to bind the spell every time, let the spell be spoke in rhyme.
Soft as eye and light as touch, speak ye little and listen much.
Deosil go by waxing moon, chanting out the Wiccan runes.
Widdershins go by the waning moon, chanting out the beautiful tune.
When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at the peak, then the hearts desire seek.
Heed the North wins mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South, Love will kiss thee on thy 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 wood in the cauldron go, burn them quick and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady's tree, burn it not or cursed ye'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 the truth to know.
When ye have and hold a need, hearken not to others greed.
With a fool no seasons spend, or be counted as his friend.
Merry Meet and Merry Part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law ye should, three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is anew, wear the star upon thy brow.
True in love ye must ever be, lest thy be true to thee.
These 8 words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An it harm none, do what ye will.
The Wiccan Rede (short)
Bide the Wiccan Law Ye must
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill
In it harm none, do what Ye will
What Ye sends forth comes back to thee
So ever mind the Rule of Three
Follow this with mind and Heart
And Merry Ye Meet,
and Merry Ye Part!
Witches Magic Rede
Copyright1999 By: Dea Miller
When we cast a certain type spell,
Before we do and hear me well.
We must ponder if it's right,
Or in our hurt it comes from Strife.
Are we casting for selfish reasons,
Or, just because it is the season?
Are we helping one to terms,
Or do we just want someone to squirm?
Should we all take up and fight.
In your heart, you know that isn't right.
So cast your spell and do it well.
Give it some thought on Ethics this day,
And you will do it the moral and principal way.
What is moral, some of you might ask,
Trust our Goddess and step up to the task.
We may not always speak little and listen Much.
We cannot always abide in perfect love or perfect Trust.
But follow what is true in our hearts we must.
Keep true to your oaths,
Never give into A boast,
And to the Moon give up a toast.
Let all spells be spoke in rhyme,
To bind our truths though out history and time.
More then anything, to thy own self be true.
This is something we often forget to do.
The Witches' Creed
Doreen Valiente, "Witchcraft For Tomorrow"
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 wind's 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!
Kitchen Witches Creed
Copyright 1998, 1999 E. Zeigler
In this pot, I stir to the sun
an' follow the rule of harming none.
Banishment of bane when goin' widdershins;
an' with water and salt negativity is cleansed.
Household duties are more than chores.
Magick abounds when mopping floors.
With this broom, I do sweep
to clean my house and safely keep.
Marigold, Basil, Thyme, and Yarrow
my spell is cast for a better tomorrow.
Lemons for joy and apples for health
the pow'r within brings great wealth.
And, in this kitchen I do pray
To truly walk the Witches' Way
Book of Shadows © 2001, Dana (Huntress of the Dark)