#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, Again witches gather in feast. Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the covens array. Thirteen times as Esbat make merry, For each golden year and a day. The power was passed down the ages, 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 or power, Its compass between the two worlds lies, In Land of the Shades for that hour. The 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 two are the 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 did 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, They 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, Til Elphame's fair land shall receive us In peace at the end of our days. An Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it in Love that harms none, For this is our only commandment, By Magic of old, be it done! Eight words the Witches' Creed fulfil: If it harms none, do what you will!

“Hear now the words of the Witches,

The secrets we hid in the night,

When dark was our destiny's pathway,

Bide the Wiccan laws ye 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,

sing and dance the Wiccan rune.

Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,

and the Werewolf howls by the dread Wolfsbane.

When the Lady's Moon is new,

kiss thy hand to Her times two.

When the Moon rides at Her peak

then your heart's desire seek.

Heed the Northwind'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 East,

expect the new and set the feast.

When the West wind blows o'er thee,

departed spirits restless be.

Nine woods in the Cauldron go,

burn them quick a' burn them slow.

Elder be ye 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 at Yule,

light the log and let Pan rule.

Heed ye flower bush and tree,

by the Lady Bless'd Be.

Where the rippling waters go

cast a stone and truth ye'll know.

When find that ye have need,

hearken not to others' greed.

With the fool no season 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 enow,

wear the Blue Star on thy brow.

True in love ever be

unless thy lover's false to thee.

Eight words ye Wiccan Rede fulfill:

I am divine. I am patiently everything and all, I am bound and I am forever a growing seed. I am the truth. I am the breeze, I am the stars and I am the need, to find answers in life journey and the one true path of a witch.

I am magick, not immediate, but blessed by the shine of every light. I am a practicer if the spirits and only hope to become one with my true place with being a feminine energy.

I am blessed.

I know my own way. I am sure. And I am a leader.

I am rising, and I can fly, I am the heights and I am the perfection of premonition. The isle winds of intuition, I am born of earth and nature and water and fire.

I am forever growing.

Hear me now, the word of Witches, the secrets we hid in the night,

When dark was our destiny's pathway,

That now we bring forth in light.

Mysterious Water and Fire,

The Earth and wide ranging Air,

By hidden Quintessence we know them, and we will 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 magickal ring.

Four times a year, the Great Sabbat returns, and the Witches are seen

At Lammas and Landelas dancing, on May Eve, and Old Halloween

When daytime and nighttime are equal, when the sun is at greatest and least

The four lesser sabbaths are summoned, again Witches gather in feast

Thirteen silver moons in a year there are, thirteen is the coven's array

Thirteen times at Eshate makes merry, for each golden year and a day

The power has passed down the ages, each time between woman and man

Each century unto the other, times and ages began

When drawn is the Magickal circle, by sword or atheme of power

Its compass between two worlds lies in the land of shades of that hour

Our world has no right to be known, and the world beyond will tell naught

The oldest of Gods are invoked there, the great work of magickal is wrought

For two are the mystical pillars, that stand at the gate of the shrine

And two are the powers of nature, the forms and forces divine

And so what thou wilt be the the challenge, so be if in love that harms none

For this is the only commandment by Magick of old be it done

Eight words the Witche's Creed fulfill;

If it harms none, do what thy will!