I Am Also A Wiccan And Have A Hatred For Ignorance Of Religion Since Wiccans Have Been Lied About And Judged Since The 1500's It's in my
Nature To Hate people that judge others Depending on looks and religion choice or some people even music choice It's Rediculous and I Hate it.

I Love Poetry And People I Love to go to the beach and the mountans and love makeing people laugh and smile, I love to debate and usualy win !
I love My Familly, and My Freinds, I love Art, Weather It be Poetry or Painting, Or Music,And Partying Even Though work Won't Permit It That Much Any More When I geta Chance I Hit The Clubs And Bars,

I like alternative And Metal, To Many Bands To Name, But Rob Zombie,Slip Knot, Rage Against The Machine, Are My Top Favorite's

*{+THE+WICCAN+REDE+}*
Bide the Wiccan Law ye 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 heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gail,
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 fire's 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 other's 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 they brow.
True in Love ever be,
Lest they lover is false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:
An' ye harm none, do what ye will
Follow this with Mind and Heart
Merry ye Meet and Merry ye Part


*{+13+GOALS+OF+A+WITCH+}*
1.Know thyself
2.Know the craft
3.Learn
4.Apply knowledge with wisdom
5.Achieve balance
6.Keep thy words in order
7.Keep thy thoughts in good order
8.Celebrate life
9.Attune with the cycles of the Earth
10.Breathe and eat correctly
11.Exercise the body
12.Meditate
13.Honor the Goddess and the God


*{+WITCHES'+CREED+}*
Hear Now the words of thee witches,
The secrets we hid into the night,
When magic was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the whispering air,
By hidden knowledge 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 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,
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 realms of the Gods 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!

*{+WITCHES+}*
We are not evil
We don't harm or seduce people.
We are not dangerous.
We are ordinary people like you.
We have families, jobs, hopes, dreams.
We are not a cult.
This religion is not a joke.
We are not what you think we are from looking at t.v.
We are real.
We laugh, we cry.
We are serious.
We have a sense of humour.
You don't have to be afraid of us.
We don't want to convert you.
And please don't try to convert us.
Just give us the same right we give you--to live in peace.
We are much more than you think.