For those who walk a shadowed path,
For whatever reason, because it is a path in your soul that calls too you,
A particular goddess of dark paganism that calls too you or who you are,
Trust your heart and follow what it speaks, as it will never be wrong.
We are Witches, We Are Ancients,
Those that stand out among shadows.Judge and Jury
And This is our Creed.
Do not Offend, But Defend
Give your kin a house if they have no home
Remember in all forms are we the goddesses children in one way or another
She is the weaver, the threader and the cutter of Life
No matter what name she is called, she is the great mother, The All,
The Source
Know the Great dance and the Spiral is never ending and your day's
Walk long, and most often someone will try and break your paths
But when the wolves tear at your heels, remember only the hardest
Paths are the paths worth Walking.
Life will not be without troubles, fights, hardships
And we are not witches too get nor gain
For that is but an empty path that leads too greed and the ruin of your soul.
We are the witches, singers, shamans, dreamers, weavers, healers and
Warriors of the wild winds, in the storms and in the fury of the storm
And of Life. Our knowledge is all knowing, yet we continue too learn
Things everyday, as is our right.
Treat your kin with as much respect as you wish too be treated and you
Can not be lead astray.
Treasure everyday as it were your last, cherishing the beauty of all
Life and all things.
Protect this rugged earth mother as best you can. Honor her. Even if
It is but a Rock, know that it too has its own spirit. Life is
Everywhere, and magick can be breathed in as its purest essence.
Know as the Goddesses child, no matter what you call her she is always
There beside you, inside you and with you. Believe this always and you
Will never be forsaken, even when there is a lesson too be learnt that
She must teach you, even if that lesson whips you across the face, it
Has purpose and reason.
Keep your eyes and your ears open, and listen not only with the
Physical eye, but the astral ones, for their are signs in all things.
In the wind, the rain, the sky and the deep earth.
Never look back on your past until you feel you are ready, and remember
We have a long way too go.
There is Strength in the Darkness, In Shadows and also in The Light,
And shadows can not exist without Perfect balance of Light and Dark.
We are the Children of Grey Magick, and its Power is Thine too Wield!
"The original poem was written by a witch in the 1960's; this version is what is remembered by a witch by the name of Morrigan Stormraven and she simply asks that she be given credit The Copyrighted Dark pagan's Rede 2.0 sole"
From: http://hedgetohearth.blogspot.com/
