The Charge of the Goddess

Whenever ye have need of me,

Once in the month and better it be when the Moon is Full,

Then shall ye assemble in some secret place

And adore the Spirit of me who am Queen of All Witches.

There shall ye assemble,

Ye who are fain to learn all sorcery yet have not won its deepest Secrets,

To these I will teach things that are yet Unknown,

And ye shall be free from slavery.

And as a sign that ye are truly free Ye shall be naked in your rites,

And ye shall dance, sing, feast, make music and love all in my Presence,

For mine is the ecstasy of the Spirit,

And mine is also Joy on Earth.

Keep pure your highest ideal.

Strive ever towards it.

Let naught stop you nor turn you aside,

For I am the Gracious Goddess

That gives the gift of Joy unto the heart of Man.

Upon the Earth I give the knowledge of the Spirit Eternal,

And beyond Death I give Peace Unutterable.

Nor do I demand aught in sacrifice for Behold!

I am the Mother of All Living

And my Love is poured out upon the Earth.

From me all things proceed. And to me all things must return.

Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth For Behold!

All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.

Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.

And thou who thinkest to seek for me...

Know thy seeking and yearning shall avail thee not unless thou knowest this Mystery:

That if that which thou seekst, thou findest not within thee,

Then thou wilt never find it without thee.

For behold...

I have been with thee from the Beginning…

And I am that which is attained at the End of Desire.

~ Aradia 14th Century

The Wiccan Rede

 Bide ye Wiccan Laws ye must in perfect love and perfect trust

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Live and let live, fairly take and fairly give

Form 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 lityl, listen much

Doesil go 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’ 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 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 wood in ye cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow

Elder be ye Lady’s tree, burn it not or cursed you’ll be

When the wheel begins to turn, soon ye Beltain fire’ll burn

When the wheel hath turned 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 ye have and hold a need, harken not to others’ greed

With a fool no season spend, nor be counted as his friend

Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart

Mind ye threefold law ye should, three times bad and three times good

When misfortune is a now, wear the star upon thy brow

True in love ye must ever be, lest thy love be false to thee

In these eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:

An’ it harm none, do what you will