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The Wiccan Rede
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Bide ye Wiccan laws you must,
in perfect love and perfect trust.
Live ye must and let to live,fairly take and fairly give
For the circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind ye spell well every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme
Soft of eye and light of touch speak ye little, listen much.
Dosil go by the waxing moon chanting out ye baleful tune
When ye Lady's moon is new, kiss ye hand to her times two
When ye moon rides at her peak, then ye hearts desire seek
Heed the North winds mighty gale lock the door and trim 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.
Nine woods in the caldron go burn them fast and burn them slow
Elder be ye Lady's tree burn it not or cursed ye'll be.
Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings 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 Apple 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 is 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 soon ye beltane fires will burn
When the Wheel hath turned a Yule light the log the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flowers, bush and tree by the Lady blessed be
Where the rippling waters go cast a stone the thruth ye'll know
When you have and hold a need harken not to others greed.
With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and Merry part bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind ye threefold law you should, three times bad and three times good.
When mistfortune is enow, wear the star above thy brow.
True in love must ye ever be, lest thy love be false to thee.
These eight words the wiccan rede fulfill;
An harm ye none, do what ye will.