About
The wiccan rede
Lady Gwen
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 the waxing moon,
Chanting out the Witches' Rune.
Widdershins go by the 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.
Heed 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'll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn,
Let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule,
Light the log for the Horned One's rule.
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,
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 in Love ever be,
Lest thy lover's false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:
An it harm none, do what ye will.
Blessed be
Pagan Pride
Silver RavenWolf
In the Darkness you paint us,but we will not hide.
We're the light of the country in which you abide,
we're fearless and strong, the protectors of life
hidden in shadows, we conquer all strife.
We come from the Old Ones, our lineage secure.
We rise from the ashes, we always endure.
It's time you remembered that we were here first.
We healed your sick, yet suffered your worst.
From time immemorial we've woven our lore
cunning folk, healers, benandanti - there's more.
We're black and we're white, we're brown and we're yellow.
We're women and children, and mighty fine fellows.
We're Her children, the angels of light,
our task it to teach and to help set things right.
We conjure and cast, and whisper and prey
so you can enjoy your freedom each day.
We've long been your army, protecting your back
when you are in trouble, in secret we act.
The Mother is watching - She hasn't missed much.
She's gathered Her magic and given the touch
to Witches and Pagans and Druids and such!
The times are unchanging and one thing is clear,
the Lord and Lady have now reappeared.
Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend
five is the number of magical blend.
By Moon and by Sun, by Earth and by Stars
realise this day that the power is ours!
Pagan Pride-
Live it, breath it, be it.
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