The World Between
The Goddess does not rule the world; She is the world.
Starhawk
Dark Night by Hugin the Bard

Tonight the veil is very thin
Our ancient kin we shall let in
To feast and play a while with us
And use our bodies. Do you trust Samhain?

Dark of night is growing long
Winter winds are blowing strong
My lord has gone away to rule
The other side. Dark shining jewel—Samhain

Dark night in Autumn souls on the wind
My loving ancestors I call in
To share in the riches of this other side
Stay while we worship and then on the wind do ride

Souls upon the wind do ride
Both good and bad from the other side
Take care to keep your mortal mind
Or on your soul they may dine—Samhain

Now the hour is growing late
Circle master guard the gate
Let the good souls in to play
Banish evil far away—Samhain

Dark night in Autumn souls on the wind
My loving ancestors I call in
To share in the riches of this other side
Stay while we worship and then on the wind do ride

Mother Goddess you say when
By your love we live again
Til we die our Lord does wait
So, to right we celebrate Samhain

We are a circle, within a circle, without beginning, and never ending.
Unknown
The Wheel by Hugin the Bard

Come in perfect love and trust
Come then without fear
Ash to ash or dust to dust
The wheel is always here

The sabbats that we celebrate
Show life within the year
The symbols that they represent
Show life beyond what’s here

Learn the ways of the wheel
The wheel is always turning
Live the love within the wheel
A lover’s always learning

Eight High Days and sacred ways
To reach the Gods above
Eight magick tools and shining jewels
To manifest our love

Thirteen moons and a day
Is what they call a year
In a year and a day
The wheel will be back here

Learn the ways of the wheel
The wheel is always turning
Live the love within the wheel
A lover’s always learning

Come in perfect love and trust
Come then without fear
Ash to ash or dust to dust
The wheel is always here

I do not confuse who I seem to be with who I really am.
U.S. Andersen
Herbal Glossary
  • attunement/enchantment- psychically infusing the herbal mixture with a mental picture of your need
  • bath (spiritual/herbal)- used to cleanse body, mind, and spirit by empowering the properties of the herbs and placing in bath water through means of a sachet or infusion
  • blessing- connecting the power of the herbs to the power of deity
  • chaplet- flowers and leaves woven to create a crown for hand-fasting and High Holy Days
  • decoction- much like an infusion except that it is made from roots and barks. Boil for up to 20 minutes to activate the chemical, rather than steep
  • incense- a combination of plant materials (and sometimes essential oils) and a base material that is mixed, then burned or smoldered on a charcoal briquette designed specifically for incense
  • infusion- the process of soaking herbs in hot water. Use one teaspoon dried herb for every cup of water. Heat water until just boiling. Pour over herb. Cover. Steep 10-20 minutes. Strain and cool before using. Warning:Short shelf life
  • ointment- herbs mixed with a lard or beeswax base. More modern practitioners use one teaspoon of an herbal tincture with one ounce of commercial skin lotion
  • powders- herbs ground to a fine powder and added to colored talcs or fine-colored sand. Used to place under carpets, around doorsteps, in gris-gris bags, stuffed in poppets, or loaded in candles
  • sachet- attuned herbs placed in a small bag or piece of cloth that is tied or sewn shut. Sachets can be worn or placed under pillows or other areas of the house for all manner of magickal workings. Sometimes called mojo bags, charm bags, or gris-gris bags
  • tincture- extract made with alcohol rather than a water base, more concentrated in form and longer shelf life. Standard formula for a tincture is five ounces of vodka, brandy, or apple cider vinegar and one ounce of herb left to sit for six weeks in a sealable container. Shake the mixture every few days and keep out of direct sunlight.
Much of magic is based on the idea, usually understood by all but perhaps unsaid, that the universe is a single living conscious being within whose body all things exist.
Donald Tyson
The Witches Crede
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!

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