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Bide ye the Wiccan Law ye must,
in perfect love and perfect trust.
Ye must live and let live, fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about, to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be spoke in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch, speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by waxing moon, chanting out the Wiccan runes.
Widdershins go by waning moon, chanting out a baneful tune.
When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak, then the heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale; lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the Moor wind blows from the West, departed spirits have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them quick and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady's tree, burn it not or cursed ye'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 Imbolc shows, watch for flowers through the snows.
When the wheel begins to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
As the wheel turns to Lamas night, power is brought to magick rite.
Four times the Minor Sabbats fall, use the Sun to mark them all.
When the wheel has turned to Yule, light the log and the Horned One rules.
In the spring when night equals day, time for Ostara to come thy way.
When the Sun has reached it's height, time for Oak and Holly to fight.
Harvesting comes to one and all, when the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Heed ye flower, bush, and tree, by the Lady, Blessed Be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone, the truth to know.
When ye have and hold a need, hearken not to other's greed.
With a fool no seasons spend, or 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 enow, wear the blue star upon thy brow.
True in love ye must ever be, lest thy love be false to thee.
These words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:
"An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"
~ Lady Gwynne Thompson
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