Silvercrone

Fire My Words
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Hosted by Sparkle TagsOur Mother, Who art amongst us, Hallowed is Thy presence. Our realm is here, We sense Thee near, On Earth, which is our living Heaven. Teach us this day to bake our bread, And accept us in our human-ness As we accept each other, in spite of our limitations. Lead us not into domination, But empower us to freedom. For ours is this Air, This Fire, This Water, This Earth, Forever and Ever. Blessed Be.The Crone By: Dorothy Morrison By the fire,She sits,the Crone Relaxing there upon Her throne Of vines that intertwine and twirl Within the foggy,misty swirl The twinkling eyes that light the dark The smile that warms the night so stark Belie Her sassy disposition A pure and simple contradiction To everything that you've been told About the Crone,so wise and old Her laughter rings out through the night She claps Her Hands in pure delight at the joke She's helped to play On those afraid to pass Her way For She knows She's nothing like The Wretch of whom historians write Instead, She's hip and full of fun And rewards you for a job well done By offering Her many treasures Her frienndship,love,and joyful pleasures The only catch, please understand It that you have to take Her hand. Behold the witch, as strong as a man, Know the witch as she walks up on the land, Respect the witch, her powers the beguile, admire the witch,her understanding smile, Honour the witch, as pure as mother love, Applaud the witch,as destiny she moves, Acclaim the witch, as the future she designs, Enivy the witch, her patience over time, Regard the witch, her inspiration deep, Commend the witch,her family she keeps, Approve the witch, as standards she up holds, Revere the witch, her faith and will, extol, Appreciate the witch, as nature she praises, Eulogize the witch , as childern she raises, Venerate the witch, for she keeps the ancient lores, Become the witch, and these values will be yours....... ~author unknown~THE WITCHES CREED Hear now the worlds 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 magical ring. Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, and the witches are seen At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, On May Eve and old Hallowe'en. When day-time 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 in 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 othet, Ere times and the ages began. When drawn in the magical circle, By sword or thme of power, Its compass between two worlds lies, In land of the shades for that hour, This world had no right then to know it. And world of beyond will 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 succession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth as a God and a Goddess: Of this our ancestors teach. By night he's the wild winds rider, The horn'd Ine, the Lord of the Shades, By day he's the king of the Woodlands, The dweller in green forest glades. She is youthful or old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barque, The bright silver lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark. The master and mistress of magic, That dwell in the deep of the mind, Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind. 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, br it done! From Doreen Valiente's ."Witchcraft For Tomorrow

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