Wiccan Rede Poem Poster

Book: Wiccan Rede Poem Poster by Raven Blackwood

A traditional poem outlining the Wiccan Way in rhyme. Ends with the well-known `an ye harm none, do what ye will. The Rede is the Central Law of Wiccan Religion. In short it states: "If it harms none, do what you want." You may see it phrased in different ways. Some use the old English: "An it harm none, do as thou wilt". The Rede is seen by both Wiccans and outside observers as very similar to the Golden Rule, a belief that is found in nearly every religion. It should be noted that, while the Golden Rule forbids harm subjectively, The Wiccan Rede forbids harm absolutely. The concept of ethical reciprocity is not explicitly stated, but most Wiccans interpret the Rede to imply the Golden Rule in the belief that the spirit of the Rede is not just to do no harm, but to actively do good for one's fellow man as well as oneself.

Different sects of Wiccans read "none" differently: some include the self, others include animals or plants, and so forth. The Rede also expressly rejects the concept of sin outside of harm to oneself or to another. The Rede is only a guideline which the individual must interpret to fit each particular situation. Partner to the Rede is the Rule of Three (also called the Threefold Law or or The Law of Return). It states that both the good and the evil that one creates in the world will be returned threefold (in joy or suffering). It is therefore seen as a pragmatic reason for ethical behavior and compliance with the Wiccan Rede.

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The Augoeides Prayer

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In the name of Genius "Most High", "Most Profound".
I am one with the Holy Supernal Will:
In Love, Passion "Genius Most High", "Most Profound,
Master of Detached Ardour " Beauty:
No God do I worship, No God do I seek.
I do my Will and pursue Thy Clarity,
Masterful in Refinement, Delicacy "Love is the law of Thine Epiphany: Will set upon unlimited Ecstasy!
The Spirit of Genius is with me:
It is about me "all over me".
My Genius hath no god, nor any master, nor any equal:
And Nothing shall stand before the face of my Holy Supernal Will.
Amen,
Aum-Ha.

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House Blessing 3

In the spirit of house blessings, and because I'm basically a kitchen witch at heart, and like little projects over serious ritual, I offer some selections gleaned from Cunningham's The Magical Household. I'm typing these without permission but with the hope that they'll inspire you to pick up the Cunningham book, because it's wonderful stuph...

For the doorway:

Suspend over the door a fresh sprig of dill, tied with a blue cord (or red, if you prefer), to prevent those who mean you harm from entering.

Cross two needles, and stick into or tie onto a corner of your doormat, to prevent evil from entering.

Grind Dragon's Blood herb into a powder and sprinkle it on door and window sills, to protect your house from harm.

"Witch Bottles"

Powder some more Dragon's Blood herb with a small quantity of sugar and salt, and place in a small corked or screw-lidded bottle. Shake and seal with red wax, then place it where it won't be found (or at least not easily seen). This will ensure harmony and peace within the house.

Place three new needles, three new pins, and three new nails in a glass jar. Fill with salt and shake vigorously nine times. Seal with white wax and place in kitchen cupboard where it will not be seen. This protects your food from contamination.

Gather rosemary, along with several needles and pins, into a small glass jar with a tight-fitting lid or cork. When full, pour in red wine and shake. Seal with black or red wax, and place in an inconspicuous place in the apartment. If you own your own house, bury this at the furthestmost corner of your property. The book also adds this:

As you're filling the jar, say these words...
"Pins, needles, rosemary, wine,
In this witch's bottle of mine;
Guard against harm and enmity;
This is my will; so Mote it Be!"

Personally, I'm not hip on anything but, "Hey, Gods? It's me again", but I know, I'm CONSIDERABLY less formal than most!

An Anti-Theft Sachet

Mix caraway, rosemary, juniper berries, and elder leaves or mistletoe, and place into white square of cloth. Tie with white yarn and hang prominently. I'd assume either at the place you think thieves are most likely to enter--this being an anti-theft sachet--or at every entrance and doorway. This will require more cloth and more herbs, but most of the above are fairly inexpensive.

Finally, on Moving Day itself:

Bring two things into the house first: a small amount of salt, half to be scattered upon crossing the threshhold, and a small loaf of bread. Break the bread into as many pieces as you have people moving in, with one extra piece for the gods' portion. Sprinkle a dash of salt on each piece; share, when you have a moment. (I'd say have water on hand as well--at the very least, to clear the salt!) Next, bring in an apple and do the same thing--Cunningham recommends a fruit and cheese basket--I'd stick with just the apple and maybe a few slices of cheddar, or something. Lastly, bring in a sturdy chair and place it either near the apple and bread bits, or facing the door. This ensures that you will never know poverty, for there is bread and salt, hunger, for there is fruit (and cheese), and instability (for there's your stable chair guarding the door. After that, heave and lift until you're moved in!

A Note: I think ritual is very important, and I do admire rituals I've picked up here and those I've found on my own. In the long run, though, I know myself well enough to think that if I have to wait for a certain day and have a certain robe on, or need a special tool or altar lay-out, it'll never happen. But I can put my hands on needles, pins, wine and spices at virtually any time, and can easily make up witch's bottles for the shelves and cupboards, sachets for the windows, and incenses for household protection and cleansing. These simple items can have just as much power as just about any major ritual, and are sometimes easier to "whip up" for the busy pagan...

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Nursing You

On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean broke,
& I gave birth to you
little woman,
little carrot top,
little turned-up nose,
pushing you out of myself
as my mother
pushed
me out of herself,
as her mother did,
& her mother's mother before her,
all of us born
of woman.

I am the second daughter
of a second daughter
of a second daughter,
but you shall be the first.
You shall see the phrase
"second sex"
only in puzzlement,
wondering how anyone,
except a madman,
could call you "second"
when you are so splendidly
first,
conferring even on your mother
firstness, vastness, fullness
as the moon at its fullest
lights up the sky.

Now the moon is full again
& you are four weeks old.
Little lion, lioness,
yowling for my breasts,
rowling at the moon,
how I love your lustiness,
your red face demanding,
your hungry mouth howling,
your screams, your cries
which all spell life
in large letters
the color of blood.

You are born a woman
for the sheer glory of it,
little redhead, beautiful screamer.
You are no second sex,
but the first of the first;
& when the moon's phases
fill out the cycle
of your life,
you will crow
for the joy
of being a woman,
telling the pallid moon
to go drown herself
in the blue ocean,
& glorying, glorying, glorying
in the rosy wonder
of your sunshining wondrous self.

by Erica Jong

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Winter Goddess Invokation

From the darkness of night's embrace
We call to thee
Lady of the Hidden Flame

We call to thee from barren hills as yet
Unwarmed by thy child's newborn face
We call to thee
Nurturer of the Sun
Keeper of the Cycle of Life
We call to thee
Kindler of the flame between the Worlds

Queen of the Longest Night
We invoke thee from the depths of thy mournful love
Return the light to our lives
We invoke thee.

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Lady Light

My Lady Moon upon my window crept
Weeping want of you.
And touches me with silver light
The way I need you to.
She smiles soft.
Holds in her light
The Wisdom of all time.
The knowing of the magick ways
Of want and need and wine.
Hail her, who doth touch
Both our seeking eyes
And comfort there in knowing that
We're one beneath her light.

Contributed and authored by Moontoadie

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Spring Summer Poem

By: Shadow Hawk

Falling

Circling skyward on wings of fire,
Drawn aloft by heart's desire,
Endless expanses of starry night,
In Endless freedom he finds his delight.

Down below whispers rise to his ear,
The green earth lays calling, calliing him near,
Circling skyward he hears the sweet call,
And folding his wings, begins the great fall.

Wind whispers then sings then a great roar,
From the high heavens his body he tore.
Faster than Eagle he falls to the ground,
Till even the sky's call was lost in the sound.

Below lays the Earth, she holds out her arms,
Enfolding her Lover with her Endless charms,
Deeper he plummets into that fair place,
Blinded and bewildered by her loving grace.

Mountians and hills, river and sea,
Summon him near, and Answer his need,
Stretching her arms, she gathers him nigh,
As stonelike he falls, a mote from God's eye.

Hurry, oh hurry, she beckons him come,
As mountains surround him, blocking the sun,
His Breath is fire, igniting her love,
Her lover returns, from Sun far above.

Deep in her body he plunges his fire,
Passion to passion, fire strikes desire,
Shudderingly, shakingly, he rises above,
Surrounded by the warmth of his Lady's love.

Sinking once more, she pulls him near,
Gathering him close the stars reappear,
Deep in her body, awaiting the day,
Till once more, skyward, He rises to play.

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Invokation To The God

Beloved is the hunter who rules the wood
The wood is a land without end
Without end is the bounty of tree and stag
Majestic is thy realm
Thy realm entwines the secret glade as the vine reaches to the skies
The skies are warmed by thy radiant face
Thy power undimmed by the velvet cloak of night

By the last light of the sun
We call to thee O Horned one of forest and glade
We call to thee from crowned hills and sacred vales
Lord of the Hunt, Protector of Game
Warrior, King and lover of the Queen of night
We call to thee
Shining one, Radiant one
We invoke thee!

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Inquisition

Again the burning came,
She felt the heat, the searing pain
a cry lanced Through her heart
"Why, My Lady, Why"

She lay quietly, remembering
lost Within the labyrinth of the past
and the future
she did not feel the bite of the cruel blade.
Bleeding, moaning, she saw the man
his face, and heart masked with black
she knew his choices and his pain
Oh, to cause pain, to accept his own
if only she could Touch him, Heal him.

"I love you" she whispered
dark eyes calm, yet full of pain
"Don't " cried the man "I want to see you die"
"I love you and forgive you" she said
tears rolled freely down her cheeks

Again, and again the searing pain
As the man applied the red hot blade
"Do you still love me, and forgive me" he screamed?

Despite the pain she answered strongly
"I do", She smiled
"Blessed be" she whispered.

A wave of pain sent her among the stars.
"My Lady" she cried "I'm frightened"
Strong arms held her close
"You have done well my child, rest now"

The man watched as the blade grew cold
As the young body before him cooled
tears streamed down his face
and he whispered
"Forgive me"

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The Absolute

No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature's dance,
I am it whom I have sought.

A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.

I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal.
The Truth immutable is revealed;
I am the way, the God-Soul.

My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the core of the Sun.
I barter nothing with time and deeds;
My cosmic play is done.

- Sri Chinmoy

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Kali

There is an idol in my house
By whom the Sandal always steams.
Alone, I make a black carouse
With her to dominate my dreams.
With skulls and knives she keeps Control
(O Mother Kali!) of my soul.

She is crowned with emeralds like leaves,
And rubies flame from either eye;
A rose upon her bosom heaves,
Turquoise and Lapis Lazuli.
She hath kirtle like a maid
Amethyst, amber, pearl and jade!

-A. Crowley, Calcutta, India, Circa 1905

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