The Wiccan Rede Bide the wiccan rede ye must, in perfect love And perfect trust. Live ye must, and let to live, fairly take and Fairly give. For tread the circle thrice about, to keep unwelcome Spirits out. To bind the spell well every time, let the spell Be spake in rhyme. Light of eye, soft of touch, speak ye little Listen much. Honour the old ones in deed and name, let love And light be our guides Deosil go by waxing moon, chanting out The witch’s rune Widdershins go when the moon does wane And the werewolf howls by the dread Wolfsbane. When the lady’s moon is new, kiss the hand of Her times two. When the moon rides out her peak, then your Hearts desire seek. Heed the north winds mighty gale, lock the door And trim the sail. When the wind comes from the south, love will Kiss you on the mouth. When the wind whispers from the west, all Hearts will find peace and rest. Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them Fast and burn them slow. Birch in the fire goes to represent, What the lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire It brings god’s insight. Rowan is a tree of power, causing life and Magick to flower. Willows at the waterside, stand ready to help Us to the Summerland. Hawthorn is burned to purify and to bring fairies To your eye. Hazel the tree of wisdom and learning, adds it’s Strength to the bright fire burning. White are the flowers of apple tree that brings Us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine, bringing us both Joy and wine. Fir does mark the evergreen, to represent Immortality seen. Elder is the lady’s tree, burn it not, or cursed You’ll be. Four times the major sabbats mark, in the Light and in the dark. As the old year starts to wane, the new begins, It’s now samhain. When the time for imbolg shows, watch for the flowers Through the snows. When the wheel begins to turn, soon the beltaine Fires will burn. As the wheel turns to lammas night, power is brought To magick rite. Four times the minor sabbats fall, use the Sun to mark them all. When the wheel turns to yule, light the log The horned one rules. In the spring when night equals day, time for ostara to Come your way. When the sun has reached its height, it’s time For oak and holle to fight. Harvesting comes to one and all, when mabon does fall Heed to flower, bush and tree, by the lady Blessed you’ll be. Where the rippling waters fall, cast a stone, The truth you’ll know. When you have and hold a need, harken not To others greed. With a fool no season spend, or be counted As his friend Merry meet and merry part, bright of cheek And warm of heart. Mind the threefold law ye should, Three times bad and three times good. When misfortune is anow, where the star Upon thy brow. Be true in love, this you must do, lest love Be false to you. Eight words the wiccan rede fulfill “An ye harm none, do as thy will”