The Wiccan Rede
Bide the Wiccan Law ye must In perfect love, in perfect trust, Ye must live and let to live Fairly take and fairly give, Cast the circle thrice about To keep unwelcome spirits out, To bind the spell well every time Let the spell be spoke in rhyme, Soft of eye and light of touch Speak ye little, listen much. Honour the Old Ones in deed and nameLet love and light be our guides againDeosil go by waxing moon Chanting out the Wiccan runes, Widdershins go by Waning Moon Chanting out the baneful tune, When the Lady's moon is new Kiss the hand of her times two, When the moon rides at her peak Then the heart’s desire seek, Heed the North wind’s mighty gale Lock the door and trim the sail, When the wind blows from the East Expect the new and set the feast, When the wind comes from the South Love will kiss you on the mouth,When the moor winds blow from the West All hearts will find peace and rest/Departed Spirits have no rest, Nine woods in the cauldron go Burn them fast then burn them slow, Birch into the fire goesTo represent what the Lady knowsOak in the forest towers with might,In the fire it brings the God's insightRowan is a tree of power,Causing life and magick to flowerWillows at the waterside stand,Ready to help us to the SummerlandHawthorn is burned to purify,And to draw faerie to thine eyeHazel, the tree of wisdom and learningAdds its strength to the bright fire burningWhite are the flowers of Apple treeThat brings us fruits of fertilityGrapes grow upon the vine,Giving us both joy and wineFir does mark the evergreenTo represent immortality seenElder be our Lady's tree Burn it not – or cursed ye’ll be, Four times the Major Sabbats mark,Both in the light and in the darkAs the old year starts to wane,The new begins - it's now Samhain When the times for Imbolc shows, Watch for flowers through the snowsWhen the wheel begins to turn,Let the Beltane fires burnAs the wheel turns to Lammas night,Power is brought to magick riteFour times the Minor Sabbats fall;Use the Sun to mark them allWhen the wheel hath turned a Yule,Light the log the Horned One rulesIn the spring, when night equals day,'Tis time for Ostara to come our way.When the Sun has reached its height,'Tis time for Oak and Holly to fightHarvesting comes to one and allWhen the Autumn Equinox does fallHeed ye flower, bush and tree By our 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 season spend Or be counted as his friend, Merry meet and merry part Bright the cheeks and warm the heart, When misfortune thee endow Wear the blue star on thy brow, True to love ye must ever be Lest thy love be false to thee, Mind the threefold law ye should,Three times bad and three times goodWhat is sent forth comes back to ye,So ever mind the rule of threeEight words the Wiccan Rede fulfil:An harm ye none, do what ye willFollow this with mind and heartAnd merry ye meet, and merry ye part.
Dengel