The Wiccan Rede (Full Version)
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Okay, I put this here because I noticed that there isn't much about Wicca that people know that isn't just stupid rumors or gossip. So here is pretty much in a nutshell, the main 'Law' that we Wiccan's follow. Stating "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will" meaning that if we are not harming anything (including ourselves or any other being) we can do what we wish and use Magick as we please. I am not taking any claim to The Wiccan's Rede (that would be impossible)
Also, in a chapter after the Rede, I will post The Witches Rune for all you witches out there. It's a chant to use after casting your circle to call to the God and Goddess, it's more effective with a group though.
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