12.8.03
WICCA
LOVER
THE WICCAN REDE
Bide the Wiccan Law 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 waxing moon - dance and sing
the Witches Rune.
Widdershins by when the moon doth wane and
the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady's Moon is
new, kiss the hand
to her times two.
When the Moon rides at her
peak, then your
heart's desire seek.
Heed the North Wind's might 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 and burn them slow.
Elder be ye Lady's tree - harm it not or
cursed ye'll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, let the
Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to 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, harken not to other's
greed.
With the Fool no season spend, nor 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 anow, 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; and ye
harm none, do what ye will.
KRAFTENS LOV
Kraften skal ikke brukes til å fremme skade, for å såre eller kontrollere andre. Hvis behovet er der, skal Kraften brukes til å beskytte ditt liv eller andres liv.
Kraften brukes kun som behovet tilsier.
Kraften kan bli brukt til egen nytte, så lenge du ikke skader noen mens du gjør det.
Det er mindre lurt å ta imot penger for å bruke Kraften, for den kontrollerer lett tageren. Vær ikke som dem av andre religioner.
Bruk ikke Kraften for stolthetens skyld, for slikt gjør mysteriene om Wicca og Magi billigere.
Husk alltid at
Kraften er den hellige gave fra Gudinnen og Guden, og burde aldri bli
misbrukt.
Dette er Kraftens Lov.
(Scott Cunningham)
THE WICCAN CREED
skrevet av Doreen Valiente
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 light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air.
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep 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 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 summoned,
Again 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 magickal circle,
By sword or athame of power,
It's compass between the two worlds lies,
In Land of the Shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it,
And world of 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 of nature,
The forms and the forces 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 and 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 magick,
They dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good 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 in love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By magick of old be it done!
Heksenes 13 mål
1) kjenn deg selv
2) kjenn din kraft
3) lær
4) bruk hva du har lært
5) søk balanse i alle ting
6) la dine ord være sanne
7) la dine tanker være sanne
8) feir livet/liv
9) lev i pakt med naturen
10) ta vare på kroppen din
11) tren kropp og sinn
12) mediter
13) la Gudinnen og Guden være æret
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