Bide The Wiccan Law Ye must, In perfect love, and And perfect trust. Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, An Ye harm none, Do as Ye will. And ever mind the rule of three, What Ye send out, Comes back to Thee. Follow this with Mind and Heart, And Merry Ye Meet, And Merry Ye Part.
The Witches Creed 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 quintessense 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 magical ring. Four time 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 the sun is at greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, Again witches gather in feast. Thirteen siver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the coven's array. Thirteen times as 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 sword or athame or power, Its 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 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 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 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, Til Elphame's fair land shall receive us In peace at the end of our days. An Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it in 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. 
| " Welcome One And All To The Inside Of Erowyn's Mind " |
Brought To You By "Erowyn Ariadne Kellswater"
In The year Of Our Lord 2004
In my mind I travel near
And as I sit I am surround, by the beating haunt of drumming sound.
I travel still to a circle near,
I look more closely and I have found,
I kneel, I place my hand upon her.
She rises, yet screams, tis deafening to hear,
She stretchs and looks to me with soft eyes.
I sit on the clouds and I watch the stars.
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