Wiccan Rede

              " The Rede of the Wiccae", as it is originally called was a poem, published in Green Egg Magazine in 1975. Adriana Porter had given it to her granddaughter, Lady Gwen Thompson, who submitted it to the magazine. Some say the poem was written in the mid-1930's. However the word "wicca" was mot used til after the 1960's. The rede has been a fundamental part of the Wiccan religion. Here is the rede in it's entirety.


                                     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 all 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 dothe wane,
                                      and the Werewolf howls by the dread of Wolfsbane.

                                     When the Lady's moon is new,
                                      kiss the hand of 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 set the sail.

                                    When the wind comes from the South,
                                    love will kiss thee on the mouth.

                                    When the winds blows from the East,
                                     expect the new and set the feast.
      
                                    When the West wind blows o'er thee,.
                                    departed spirit restless be.
                         
                                      Elder be the 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 a Yule,
                                    light the log and let Pan rule.

                                   Heed ye flower, bush and tree,
                                   By the Lady, blessed be.         
                               
                                    Where the rippling waters go,
                                   cast a stone and truth ye'll know.
                
                                   When ye have need,
                                    hearken not to other's greed.

                                    With the fool no season spend
                                     or be counted as his friend.








Meery meet an merrt part
bright the cheeks and warm heart

Mind the Threefold Law ye must
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 the Wiccan Rede fulfill
an it harm no, do what ye will.
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