"Don't be afraid of your passion."
--Sarah Ban Breathmach
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 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 Magikal ring
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candelas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When daytime and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And 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 that was passed down the Age.
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other
Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magikal circle,
By sword or athame op power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour
This world has no right then to know it,
And world of beyond ell tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are 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 successions,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach
By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The horned 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 pleased
Se sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spell in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic.
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bend.
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 Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By magic of old, be it done!
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 Brightest of Blessings
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