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Withces Creed



Hear now the word of the Witches,
the secrets we hid in the night,
When the dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring to light.

Mysterious Water and Fire,
The Earth and the wide-ranging Air,
By hidden Quintessence we know them,
and we will keep silent and bare.

The birth and rebirth of all Nature,
the passing of Winter and Sring,
We share with the life Universal,
Rejoice in the Magical Ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat,
Returns, and the Witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
on May Eve and old Hallowe'en.

When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summond,
Agian Witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the Coven's array,
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.

The power was 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 Magical circle,
By the sword or athame or power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In the Land of Shades for that hour.

This World has no right then to know it
And the world beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic 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 of divine'

The Dark and the Light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this did our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright Silver Lady of Midnight,
The Crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The Master and Mistress of magic,
They dwell in the deep of the Mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With the power of Free or to Bind.

So drink the wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and Make Love in their praise,
Till Elphame's Fair Land shall receive us
In Peace at the end of our days.

And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that Harms none,
For this is the only commandment,
By magic of old, be it done!

Eight words the Witches' Creed fulfill:
If it harms none, Do what you will!

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