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| I always insist those who say they want to be Wiccan or use spells not only read but understand the rede. I find more times then not the last line is the only part of the rede that is known. Read it all and understand it before you go out into the world and proclaim your Wiccan! |
| YE WICCAN REDE Bide ye wiccan laws ye must in perfect love and perfect trust Live and let live, fairly take and fairly give. For the circle thrice about to keep all evil spirits out To bind ye spell every time, let ye spell be spake in rhyme Soft of eye, light of touch, speak ye little listen much Deosil by the waxing moon, singing out ye Witches' Rune Widdershins go by the waning moon, chanting out ye Baneful Rune When the Lady's moon is new, kiss your hand to her times two When the moon rides at her peak, then ye hearts desires seek Heed the north winds' mighty gale,lock the door and trim the sail When the winds comes from the South, love will kiss ye on the mouth When the blows from the West, departed souls may have no rest When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast Nine woods in ye cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow Elder be ye Lady's tree, burn it not or cursed ye'll be When the wheel begins to turn, soon ye Beltaine fire'll burn When the wheel hath tuned a Yule, light a log the Horned One rules. Heed ye flower, bush and tree, by the Lady blessed be Where the rippling waters flow, cast a stone and truth you'll know When he have and hold a need, hearken not to others' reed With a fool no season spend, nor be couted as his friend Merry Meet and Merry Part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart Mind ye threefold law ye should, three times band and three times good When misfortune is anow, wear the star upon your brow True love ye must ever be, lest thy love be false to thee In these eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, an ye do what ye will |
| WALKING WITH THE GODDESS I can feel the breeze embrace, She has come to greet me, Close my eyes the sun kisses my face. Soft and silent as a gentle dream The crickets sing her name, Like a timeless melody I have called, and she came. Now at peace I'm at home The earth hums with love, and serenity. I hear it, feel it "walk with me, walk with me" I kiss the ground and open my heart. As the joy sweeps and surrounds me Now as one one we shall not part. She breathes her light into my soul, Her wings enfold and invite, All knowing all loving making me whole. Now am I, with a new born hope Alas, it's time she must go. With a devoted smile Swirling up and around, to and fro. To you all, tear down your fortress, Release and meet your soul's desires Come with me, walk with the goddess VESTAS THE TEACHER I step out into the the night, Now abounding with untold joy The moon she shines, my feet take flight; The wind she caresses my face The earth below me sighs, With a life to itself The spirits abound and rise.; Enviting me to join, Dancing now with brillant ease, The ones the mortal walk between But seldom ever sees; I sit and watch this joyous fest, All around me joy abounds I await the teacher I'm but a guest. and repect the scared grounds The breeze drifts in and the dance is done. Then away they go as if never there; The one of childhood dreams apears, lessons begun. An openess awakens inside me; She tells of gifts, abandoned with life A saddness it seems covers her face These always here Forgotten in strife. A veil it seems has covered my eyes Put there myself, For this I cry I gave in to all the worldy lies. Please I beg, Please take it away OH for all I've missed!; She says my child within yourself the answers lay They have been there for you to embrace You, and you alone must do this deed I can but be there to lead the way Alas , I'm but a planter of this seed. Time grows short , be one your way, Small steps will suffice; Upon your return you shall understand all I say Embrace your dreams, keep them near; All goes silent, it seems for now my lesson is done I'll keep this with me day by day If kept in my heart I know, it's only just begun. VESTAS Sleep Walker Searching the masses, Only to see sorrow and pain. Points of light, Heat to substain. Energies that over-take, Here I walk, not quite awake. I'm Numb.... I'm The Sleep Walker. I can see what you feel. A little flicker all to real. Although this is not my intention Now forever demands retention Power down comes to late I've fallen in your doorway, this is my fate I'm Numb..... I'm The Sleep Walker Only in this my reality I find peace Day and Night dreams of love of ease Fear not for me, I am content I don't travel there, I'm sent. To much energy to much color This is the way there can be no other I'm Numb....... I'm The Sleep Walker My Best Friend ALL THE ROADS I TRAVEL I AM ALWAYS A STEP AHEAD, I BEG AND PLEAD FRIENDS COME WITH ME, THEY STAY BEHIND INSTEAD. TOGETHER IS A SAFER PLACE TO BE, BUT I WOULD NEVER LEARN, THE WONDERMENT OF ME ALONE I GO, A FASTER PACE. A PLEASANT JOURNEY, BUT NOT A RACE. I LOOK AND LEARN,AND SING A DITTY, THE COMPANY I KEEP, SOMETIMES DEEP , IS ALWAYS WITTY. AT TIMES I WONDER WHAT THE OTHERS DO, SITTING IN ONE PLACE... I KNOW THEY ONE DAY ALONE THEY'LL BE, AND THEMSELFS THEY'LL HAVE TO FACE. SILLY POEM ISN'T IT YOU KNOW WHATS THE MOST WONDERFUL THING ABOUT SEEING THE WORLD AROUND YOU AND FINDING THINGS YOU'VE NEVER SEEN, AND BEING OPEN TO ALL IDEAS , AND FINDING LOVE WHERE THERE ONCE WAS HATE?? YOU DON'T HAVE TO BECOME WICCAN TO DO IT, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOUR SELF! THEN BEING ALONE CAN BE A WONDERFUL PLACE, AND THEN YOUR NOT ALONE. |
| My Poems |
| My Mother Wind Only a whisper that I would not hear A whirl of leaves that called Finally a feeling of belonging I would fear Is it to late? Calling, Calling, Do you wait there still? Always returning but never staying Looking to grow but refusing the sun Wanting to learn but only decaying Is it to late? Calling, Calling , Do you wait there still? The wind calling my being A language I wouldn't learn Looking but never seeing Is it to late? Calling, Calling, Do you wait there still? Now all is memory and regret She waits there still ? My heart pines and yet never forgets Is it to late? Calling, Calling, Do you wait there still? Is it late, is time my prison My soul yearns yet Only now will I listen? Is it to late? Calling, Calling, Do you wait there still? Always in my heart my mother wind. Calling, Calling do you wait there still? |
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| Do you see her? Well she is there somewhere Waiting for me to come home......... My Mother Wind |
| Your still here? Oh hell, everyone knows us nuts only put up our poems for our own Vanity.......Wow your a real trooper thanks for coming this far !!!!!!(Giggles) |