The Witches Rede
Here now the word of the Witches, the secrets we hid in the night,
when dark
Was our destinys pathway, that now we bring forth in the
light
Mysterious Water and Fire, Earth and the wide ranging Air, by
hidden
Quintessence we know them, and we will keep them 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 Magickal ring
Four times in the year of the great Sabbat, returns, and the
witches are seen, at
Lamas and Candelmas dancing, on May Eve and old Halloween.
When daytime and nighttime are equal, then 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 between woman and
man,
Each century unto the other, ere times and the ages began.
When drawn is the Magickal circle, by sword or atham of power, its
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 if nature, the forms and forces
divine.
And do what thou wilt be the challenge, so be in love that harms
none,
For this is the only commandment, by magick of old be it
done.
Witches live their religion every day.
