THE WICCAN REDE
Bide the Wiccan Laws
we 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 waxing
moon, chanting out the witches rune.
Widdershins go by
waning moon, chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady’s moon
is new, kiss the hand to her, times two.
When the moon rides at
her peak, then your heart’s desire seek.
Head the North wind’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 West, departed souls will have no rest.
When the wind blows
from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the
cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady’s
tree, burn it not or cursed you be.
When the wheel begins
to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
When the wheel has
turned to Yule, light the log, the Horned One rules.
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 you have a true
need, hearken not to others greed.
With a fool no season
spend, lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry
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, wear the
blue star on thy brow.
True is love ever be,
lest thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words the
Wiccan Rede fulfil:
An it harm none, do
what you will.
THE WITCHES CREDE
Hear now the word of
the witches,
The secrets we hid in
the night,
When dark was our
destiny’s pathway,
That now we bring
forth in the light.
Mysterious Water and
Fire,
The Earth and the
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
Magical Ring.
Four times in the
year, the Great Sabbat returns,
and witches are seen,
At Lammas and
Candelas dancing,
On May Eve and Old
Halloween.
When daytime and
nightime 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 at
Esbat make 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,
Ere time and the ages
began.
When drawn is the
Magickal circle,
By sword or atheme of
power,
The compass between
two worlds lies,
In the land of shades
of that hour.
Our world has no
right to know it,
And the world beyond
will tell naught,
The Oldest of Gods
are invoked there,
The great work of
Magick 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.
And do what thou wilt
be the challenge,
So be it in love that
harms none,
For this is the only
commandment,
By Magick of old be
it done.
Eight words the
Witches Crede fulfil :
If it harms none,
Do what Thou will !
WITCHES RUNE
Darksome night and shining moon,
Hearken to the witches' rune.
East, then south, west then north,
Here come I to call thee forth.
Earth and water, air and fire,
Work ye unto my desire.
Wand and Pentacle and Sword
Hearken ye unto my word.
Cords and Censer, Scourge and Knife,
Waken all ye into life.
Power of the Witches Blade,
Come ye as the charm is made.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell,
Lend your aid unto the spell.
Horned Hunter of the Night,
Work my will by magic rite.
By all the power of land and sea,
As I do will, so mote it be.
By all the might of moon and sun,
Chant the spell and be it done.
Bide the Wiccan Laws
we 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 waxing
moon, chanting out the witches rune.
Widdershins go by
waning moon, chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady’s moon
is new, kiss the hand to her, times two.
When the moon rides at
her peak, then your heart’s desire seek.
Head the North wind’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 West, departed souls will have no rest.
When the wind blows
from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the
cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady’s
tree, burn it not or cursed you be.
When the wheel begins
to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
When the wheel has
turned to Yule, light the log, the Horned One rules.
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 you have a true
need, hearken not to others greed.
With a fool no season
spend, lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry
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, wear the
blue star on thy brow.
True is love ever be,
lest thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words the
Wiccan Rede fulfil:
An it harm none, do
what you will.
THE WITCHES CREDE
Hear now the word of
the witches,
The secrets we hid in
the night,
When dark was our
destiny’s pathway,
That now we bring
forth in the light.
Mysterious Water and
Fire,
The Earth and the
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
Magical Ring.
Four times in the
year, the Great Sabbat returns,
and witches are seen,
At Lammas and
Candelas dancing,
On May Eve and Old
Halloween.
When daytime and
nightime 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 at
Esbat make 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,
Ere time and the ages
began.
When drawn is the
Magickal circle,
By sword or atheme of
power,
The compass between
two worlds lies,
In the land of shades
of that hour.
Our world has no
right to know it,
And the world beyond
will tell naught,
The Oldest of Gods
are invoked there,
The great work of
Magick 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.
And do what thou wilt
be the challenge,
So be it in love that
harms none,
For this is the only
commandment,
By Magick of old be
it done.
Eight words the
Witches Crede fulfil :
If it harms none,
Do what Thou will !
WITCHES RUNE
Darksome night and shining moon,
Hearken to the witches' rune.
East, then south, west then north,
Here come I to call thee forth.
Earth and water, air and fire,
Work ye unto my desire.
Wand and Pentacle and Sword
Hearken ye unto my word.
Cords and Censer, Scourge and Knife,
Waken all ye into life.
Power of the Witches Blade,
Come ye as the charm is made.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell,
Lend your aid unto the spell.
Horned Hunter of the Night,
Work my will by magic rite.
By all the power of land and sea,
As I do will, so mote it be.
By all the might of moon and sun,
Chant the spell and be it done.
