the wiccan and witches rede

Wiccan Rede; Being known as the counsel of the Wise Ones: 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: An' it harm none, do what ye will.

Witches Rede; 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 the light. The birth and rebirth of all nature, the passing of Winter and Spring. We share with the Life Universal, rejoice in the Eternal Magickal Ring. Four times a year the Great Sabbats return, and the Witches are seen, At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, on May Eve and 'ole Halloween. When daytime and nighttime are equal, when the Sun is at its greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, again, the Witches gather in feast. Thirteen Silver Moons in a year there are, thirteen is the Coven's array. Thirteen times at Esbat make merry, for each year and a day. The power has passed down through the ages, each time between woman and man. Each century unto the other, 'ere times and ages began. When drawn is the Magickal Circle, by sword or Athame's power, It's a compass between two worlds lies in the Land of Shadows 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 works of magick are 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 done.