THE WICCAN REDE |
Bide you the wiccan laws you must, in perfect love and perfect trust. Live and let live, fairy take and fairy give. Cast the circle thrice about, to keep the unwelcome spirits out. to bind the spe...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 09:59:00 GMT |
THIRTEEN GOALS OF A WTICH |
1. know yourself
2. know your craft
3. learn
4. apply knowledge with wisdom
5. achieve balance
6. keep your words in good order
7. keep your thoughts in good order
8. celerbrate life
9. at...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 08:28:00 GMT |
THE WITCH'S CREED |
Hear now the words of the witches,
the secrets we hide 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 ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 10:36:00 GMT |
MAGIC |
Magic is what helps dreams stay alive. It's that extra little spark of possibility, especially wondrous when coming directly from the heart. Notice the magic that surrounds you in every day things. Yo...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 22:59:00 GMT |
The Difference Between Love and Attachment |
Like salt water, pleasurable things
Increase attachment no matter how much they are used. The altruistic pra...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 22:39:00 GMT |
Invocation to the goddess |
Honour the GoddessOh Goddess Mother,Creator, Sustainer,Changer,You are the maker of the stars,And their movement.You are the beating of my heart,the journey of my breath and blood,and their crea...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 14:30:00 GMT |
A Poem |
Cauldron Fires
In my lap the cauldron lays,
Though scalding hot
It harms me not
burns not in the usual way.
Around me the dancing fire burns,
by flesh it is fueled,
by knowledge is ruled,
Awake...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 11:59:00 GMT |
Buttprints in the sand... |
Buttprints in the sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Dec 2005 12:30:00 GMT |
Aesop's Fables |
The Fir and the BrambleA TALL FIR was boasting to a lowly Bramble, and said, "You pathetic creature, you are of no use whatsoever. Now look at me! I am first in the forest for beauty and rank. I ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Dec 2005 23:21:00 GMT |
from The Garden of Proserpine |
Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands,
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fear to g...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Dec 2005 15:02:00 GMT |
