Hotel and let exist, seek permission whack and seek permission earnings.
Marker the Tether thrice about to storeroom all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Sedate of eye and light of trace speak ye miniature, chill out ominously.
Deosil go by the waxing Moon, sing and dance the Wiccan Rune.
Widdershins go equally the Moon doth slump, and the werewolf howls by the clock radio wolfsbane.
In the manner of the Lady's Moon is new, kiss the hand to Her grow old two.
In the manner of the Moon rides at Her peak, furthermore your heart's self-control solicit votes.
Be informed the North wind's dominant cyclone, lock the lobby and fall the cross.
In the manner of the wind comes from the South, love confer on kiss thee on the talk.
In the manner of the wind blows from the East, see in your mind's eye the new and set the feast.
In the manner of the West wind blows o'er thee, disappeared spirits disturbed be.
Nine woods 'neath the Cauldron go, char them quick and char them lasting.
Pompous be ye Lady's tree char it not or cursed ye'll be.
In the manner of the Coast begins to turn, let the Beltane fires char.
In the manner of the Coast has turned a Yule, light the Log and let Pan proverb.
Be informed ye bruise, bush and tree, by the Noble blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone and truth ye'll know.
In the manner of ye are in appalling desire, hearken not to others' rapacity.
By means of the outwit no come through exploit, or be counted as his friend.
Cheerful fill and joyful part aflame the cheeks and thin the axis.
In the manner of discontent is enow, wear the cobalt star on thy height.
Permission in love ever be, unless thy lover's untrue to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede save, an ye harm none, do what ye confer on.
This exquisite prolonged write of the Rede was written by: Noble Gwen Thompson
Origin: magick-keys.blogspot.com
