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    The Pentagram

    Monday, February 26, 2007, 10:36 PM [General]

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    Wheel Of The Year

    Monday, February 26, 2007, 10:21 PM [General]

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    The Witches Rune

    Monday, February 26, 2007, 10:12 PM [General]

    Darksome night and shining moon,
    Harken to the witches rune.
    East then South, West then North,
    Here I come to call thee forth.
    By all the powers of Land and Sea,
    Be obedient unto me.


    Wand and Pentacle, Scourge and Knife,
    Awaken now ye all to life.
    Power of the Witches Blade,
    Come ye as the charge is made.
    Queen of heaven, Queen of hell,
    Send your aid unto this spell.


    Horned Hunter of the night,
    Work my will by Magic Rite.
    By all the might of moon and sun.
    As I do will it shall be done.
    By all the powers of land and sea,
    As I say, so mote it be.

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    The Witches Creed

    Monday, February 26, 2007, 10:07 PM [General]



    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,
    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 winds 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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    An Invocation Of Kali

    Monday, February 26, 2007, 10:01 PM [General]

    In your hand is a head severed
    from it’s stump. The other bears
    the sword that severed it. You wear
    skulls from your neck; gird your loins
    with bloody limbs. You dance upon
    Siva’s corpse with a bloody cry
    rising from your throat.

    Hail to the Black Mother. Destroyer
    who allows the pure to spring again
    from her womb. Hail, to the Queen of Night. Bringer
    of the full sweetness of death.

    I am she that dances in the graveyard in the darkest
    Moon. My tongue runs red from the blood
    of my enemies. I bring the blackest night and therefore
    allow the brightest dawn. I am Kali, none may stand
    in the path of my dance. In my rage I’ll recreate
    the world from a charnel house.

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