For years I owned a shop that catered mostly to Pagans and the curious. Magick is an interesting subject and much has been written about it. I am only going to try and address this subject in an anecdotal way.
I personally will not be addressing High Magick for a number of reasons. I am sure I will refer to some of them later. For now I will just say that in my opinion, there is hardly ever a need for high Magick unless it's defensive, (even then, I am doubtful).
Ordinary practical Magick should suit almost everybody's needs. Sometimes it doesn't work. This would usually be when you are interfering with a bigger plan.
I like to look at Magick like a wind that we blow on a paper boat on water, to send it in the direction we want. You wouldn't want to use High Magick to blow a paper boat would you? Would you use a nuclear power plant to toast a marshmallow?
Also most Magick is not permanent, but only a tool to create the right conditions for success. (sometimes it IS permanent. A curse CAN last as long as a grudge).
I think that Practical, (low, folk) Magick, like real intuition is our natural Heaven granted sovereign right, and we have been conditioned from birth to weaken and relinquish it. Even now, when I pick up the Tarot, I flinch with the memories of all my conditioning. Because my relationship with my creator is and has always been intimate and intense, I am always sensitive to not disrupt it. This, above all else is what steers me magically and ethically.
I was about 16 the first time I consciously practiced "Magick". (There was an odd thing when I was 4 but I won't get into it here). Before that time my magick was mostly created through prayer. I had a rugged rugged time with churches when I was young, indeed was a Catholic, Protestant and Episcopalian, all before age 11.
I digress.
There was a man that I was very taken with at at age sixteen. Although I was persuasive, the man in question was at the very least, ambivalent at our union and had ended any romantic future between us.
He had dropped me off at a bus station and given me a dime to use a payphone, when I reached my destination. Since I had my own dime, I kept the one he gave me.
When I got home, I picked some sweet smelling plants, (I have no idea which now, but they were wild, we were not green thumbs) and put them in a small silver bowl that was used for candy. I placed the bowl of plant stuff next to my telephone.
Then I dropped the dime in it.
The man DID call me again, and for a short agonizing time, we saw each other. But in the end, it only served to drag out a painful reality that we were both born at the wrong times for the relationship to blossom.
It caused both of us great emotional torment, because truth be told, the man was not inclined to break the law or exploit the young. I think it was this very fact that made me quite frantic with need. He was the first man I had ever met that felt that way.
***Another VERY important fact that it took me time to understand. What I did to that man at age 16 was really unethical, and we both paid for it. It is NEVER OK to try and control someone else's behavior. Whenever I have done this, purposely or not, I was always bit in the ass for it. (Scar producing bites :D )
My point is...in retrospect, I could have avoided so much suffering had I left the issue alone. And I sure did not learn that lesson early.
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