This, My Oath.

I find myself thinking of this piece often, there’s just something in it that speaks so poignantly to and connects so deeply within my very essence.  We’re living in trying times and though there are many topics I prefer not to speak of publicly, this is not one of them. This to me, is inspiring and filled with hope. Guidance no matter what your actual Path may be – I’m Pagan yes but more of a Celtic/Eclectic bent, not really Wiccan at all though this is indeed “the Wiccan Rede”. I wholly adopt this crede though because I find comfort in it just as I find comfort in several Christian gospel pieces (Amazing Grace, This Little Light of Mine, Will the Circle Be Unbroken, and a few others – I never judge things that make me feel nice inside) Through these weird and often scary times – find the things that give you comfort, no matter how odd they may be to someone else – be true to you. If you need to laugh, cry, rage – you do you, just don’t stop expressing. Don’t poison yourself..  My oath to you – you got this, WE got this.  If you’re lost on that long lonely dark highway and you just need a kind voice in the night – throw some words my way and I’ll join you for at least a bit of the ride

The Wiccan Rede (link)
Bide the Wiccan Laws we must In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live and let live. Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about to keep the evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch, Speak little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the Witches’ Rune.
Widdershins go by the waning moon, chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady’s moon is new, kiss the hand to her, times two.
When the moon rides at her peak, then your hearts desire seek.
Heed the North wind’s mighty gale, lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the West, departed souls will have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady’s tree, burn it not or cursed you’ll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule, light the log and the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, Bush and Tree, by the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone and truth you’ll know.
When ye have a true need, hearken not to others’ greed.
With a fool no season spend, lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law you should, three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow, wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love ever be, lest thy lover’s false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An ye harm none, do what ye will.

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