Bide the Wiccan laws ye must
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust
Live and let live
Freely take and freely give
Cast the circle thrice about
To keep all 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 fast and 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 Beltaine fires burn
When the wheel has turned to Yule
Light the log and let Pan rule
Heed ye flower, bush and tree
By the Lady, Blessed be
Where the rippling waters go
Cast a stone and truth ye'll knowThe Rede of the Wicca
When ye have a need
Hearken not to others' greed
With the fool no season spend
Nor 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 the Wiccan Rede fulfill
An' it harm none, do what ye will
Hark unto me: for I am He who has existed throughout all time. I was there
from the beginning; it was my potency that charged the fertility of the Great
Mother and created life from her empty womb.
Myself it is in the winds that sweep the worlds; myself it is in the flames
that give warmth and light to all beings. I am he who provides: the Green Man of
field and forest fruitfulness; the lust of the bull that engenders life upon the
cow; the strength of the boar that engenders life upon the sacred sow of
Ceriddwen; the speed of the stag running free in the forest that no hunter can
bring down save he who speaks the sacred words to call unto the spirit of the
fleeing stag.
I am Lord of the Dance; he who swirls through the starry universe with the
world at his heels. I am he who dances on mountain and plain and hearth, and he
who captures all things in his dance.
And I am also Kernnun the Dark Hunter; he with visage as dark as void and
armour bright with flame. My name is Lord of the Hunt; my prey those souls who
needs must die and descend into the dark, chthonic depths of my bowel. For I
bring life but death also; I am he at the gateway of the worlds, and to me shalt
thou come in the end, thou who art my child and my prey.
The Dark Goddess speaks to us,
through the mouths of Lilith, Kali, Tiamet, Hecate,
Nix, the Black Madonna, Nemesis and Morgaine.
I am the Darkness behind and beneath the shadows.
I am the absence of air that awaits at the bottom of every breath.
I am the Ending before Life begins again,
the Decay that fertilizes the Living.
I am the Bottomless Pit,
the never-ending struggle to reclaim that which is denied.
I am the Key that unlocks every Door.
I am the Glory of Discovery,
for I am that which is hidden, secluded and forbidden.
Come to me at the Dark Moon and see that which can not be seen,
face the terror that is yours alone.
Swim to me through the blackest oceans
to the center of your greatest fears--
the Dark God and I will keep you safe.
Scream to us in terror, and yours will be the Power to Forbear.
Think of me when you feel pleasure, and I will intensify it,
until the time when I may have the greatest pleasure
of meeting you at the Crossroads Between the Worlds.
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