Tuesday, July 30, 2019

The Pagan Carol

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So this invocation came straight out "Witchcraft for Tomorrow" by: Doreen Valiente.

The Pagan Carol

The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.

Chorus:
Oh, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir,

The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower,
And when the Sun is newly born,
‘Tis at the darkest hour

The holly bears a berry
And blood-red is its hue,
And when the Sun is newly born,
It maketh all things new.

The holly bears a leaf
That is for ever green,
And when the Sun is newly born,
Let love and joy be seen.

The holly and the ivy
The mistletoe entwine,
And when the Sun is newly born,
Be joy to thee and thine.

Chorus:
On, the rising of the Sun
And the running of the deer,
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the choir.


Tuesday, July 23, 2019

The Witch's Rune

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So this invocation came straight out "Witchcraft for Tomorrow" by: Doreen Valiente.

The Witch's Rune

Darksome night and shining moon
East and South, West and North
Hearken to the Witches' Rune
For here I come to call thee forth.

Earth and Water, Air and Fire
Wand and Pentacle and Sword
Work ye unto my desire
Hearken ye unto my word.

Cord and Censer, Scourge and Knife
Powers of the Witches' blade
Waken all ye unto life.
Come ye as the spell is made.

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell
Horned Hunter of the Night
Lend thy power unto my spell
Work my will by magick rite.

By all the powers of Land and Sea
By all the might of Moon and Sun
As I will, so mote it be.
Chant the spell and be it done.


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

The Witch's Ballad

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So this invocation came straight out "Witchcraft for Tomorrow" by: Doreen Valiente.

The Witch's Ballad

Oh, I have been beyond the town,
Where nightshade black and mandrake grow,
And I have heard and I have seen
What righteous folk would fear to know!

For I have heard, at still midnight,
Upon the hilltop far, forlorn,
With note that echoed through the dark,
The winding of the heathen horn.

And I have seen the fire aglow,
And glinting from the magic sword,
And with the inner eye beheld,
The HornĂˆd One, the Sabbat's lord.

We drank the wine, and broke the bread,
And ate it in the Old One's name.
We linked our hands to make the ring,
And laughed and leaped the Sabbat game.

Oh, little do the townsfolk reck,
When dull they lie within their bed!
Beyond the streets, beneath the stars,
A merry round the witches tread!

And round and round the circle spun,
Until the gates swung wide ajar,
That bar the boundaries of the earth
From faery realms that shine afar.

Oh, I have been and I have seen
In magic worlds of Otherwhere.
For all this world may praise or blame,
For ban or blessing nought I care.

For I have been beyond the town,
Where meadowsweet and roses grow,
And there such music did I hear
As worldly-righteous never know.


Tuesday, July 9, 2019

The Witches' Chant

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So this invocation came straight out "Witchcraft for Tomorrow" by: Doreen Valiente.

The Witches' Chant

Darksome night and shining Moon,
Hell’s dark mistress Heaven’s Queen
Harken to the Witches’ rune,
Diana, Lilith, Melusine!
Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.
Earth and water, air and fire,
Conjured by the witch’s blade,
Move you unto my desire,
Aid ye as the charm is made!
Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.

In the earth and air and sea,
By the light of moon or sun,
As I pray, so mote it be.
Chant the spell, and be it done!
Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.


Tuesday, July 2, 2019

The Witches' Creed

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So this came straight out "Witchcraft for Tomorrow" by: Doreen Valiente. Pages: 172-173.
         

Hear Now the words 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,
Whensun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.
         
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is 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 other,
Ere time and the ages began.
         
When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.

This world has 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 wind's rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
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 deeps 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, be it done!

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*Here's another version of 'The Witches Creed'
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The Witches Creed

Hear now the words 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,

Again witches gather in feast.


Thirteen silver moons in a year are,

Thirteen is the covens array.

Thirteen times as Esbat make merry,

For each golden year and a day.


The power was passed down the ages,

Each time between woman and man,

Each century unto the other,

Ere time and the ages began.


When drawn is the magical circle,

By sword or athame or power,

Its compass between the two worlds lies,

In Land of the Shades for that hour.


The world has 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 two are the 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 did our ancestors teach.


By night he's the wild wind's rider,

The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.

By day he's the King of the Woodland,

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,

They dwell in the deeps 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,

Til Elphame's fair land shall receive us

In peace at the end of our days.


An Do What You Will be the challenge,

So be it in Love that harms none,

For this is our only commandment,

By Magic of old, be it done!


Eight words the Witches' Creed fulfil:

If it harms none, do what you will!