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The Wiccan Rede

By Anonymous | October 24, 1996 | Leave a comment

Bide the Wiccan Laws we must,
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live and let live,
Fairly take and fairly give.

For tread the Circle thrice about,
To keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind a spell every time,
Let the spell be spake in rhyme.

Soft of the eye and light of the touch,
Speak you little, listen much.
Honour the Old Ones in deed and name,
Let love and light be our guides again.

Doesil go by the waxing Moon,
Chanting out the Witches Rune.
Widdershins go when the Moon doth wane,
And the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.

When the Lady’s Moon is new,
Kiss her hand two times two.
When the Moon rides her peak,
Then your 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 thee on the mouth.
When the winds blow from the West,
Departed souls will have no rest.

Nine woods in the cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch in the fire goes,
To represent what the Lady knows.

Oak in the forest towers with might,
In the fire to bring the God’s insight.
Rowan is a tree of power,
Causing life and magick to flower.

Willows at the waterside stand,
Ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify,
And to draw faerie to your eye.

Hazel, the tree of wisdom and learning,
Adds its strength to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of the Appple tree,
That brings us fruits of fertility.

Grapes grow upon the vine,
Giving us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen,
To represent immortality seen.

Elder be the Lady’s tree,
Burn it not or cursed you’ll be.
Four times the Major Sabbats mark,
In the light and in the dark.

As the old year starts to wane,
The new begins it’s now Samhain.
When the time for Imbolc shows,
Watch for flowers through the snows.

When the Wheel begins to turn,
Let the Beltane fires burn.
As the Wheel turns to Lammas night,
Power is brought to the magick rite.

Four times the Minor Sabbats fall,
Use the Sun to mark them all.
When the Whell turns to Yule,
Light the log and the Horned One rules.

In the Spring, when night equals day,
Time for Ostara tocome our way.
When the Sun has reached it’s height,
Time for Oak and Holly to fight.

Harvesting comes to one and all,
When Mabon on this day fall.
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,
Harken not to other’s greed.

With a fool no season spend,
Lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry ye meet and merry ye 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,
Where the blue star on thy brow.
True in love ever be,
Lest your lover’s false to thee.

Eight words the Wiccan Creed fulfill:
An ye harm none, do what ye will.