Honestly, I don't know if there was ever a point I didn't have
some degree of belief, since I was still a literal child when I started practicing. But if I had to pick a point where it really hit me, that this shit was serious and could leave major consequences, (both good and bad) it would have to be the results of my first full-on ritual.
I was still more at the witchcraft end of things at the time, literally just a 13-year-old fucking around with some "Magick 101" library books. Then one of my older siblings got knocked up. The thing about this particular sister, is she was....just not a good person. She was almost a textbook sociopath. Stealing, lying, cheating, manipulating and exploiting others at every given opportunity. She even did these things to us. There was no limit to who she'd screw over, if it meant she could gain something from it. Terrible fucking person, and the absolute last individual anyone would even
want near a baby. Or a toddler, or a child. So, with good intentions and a very naive "people can change" attitude, I designed my first fully thought out ritual. I had done a lot of small stuff up till that point, but nothing with a plan in mind.
Since she had been talking like she was going to keep the baby, the spell had one main objective: That this kid would turn out alright, and my sister would not be a bad mother to it. At the time, I had imagined this being a sort of situation where she'd change her ways, and turn into a good person that would raise the kid in a healthy manner. And that her and her boyfriend would make a wonderful family. Or, y'know, she'd at least just give the kid up for adoption or something.
So y'know what fucking happened? What was, in fact, the result of this big spell, you may ask? Almost immediately after, my sister had a miscarriage. A fucking miscarriage.
At first, I thought the spell just failed, plain and simple. It wasn't till I flipped through what I wrote years later, that it occurred to me.....the primary goal was still achieved. The kid was not, in fact, raised badly. Because it wasn't raised at all...it didn't have a chance to be. They say spells like to take the path of least resistance, and I left one hell of an easy path open for it.
In other words......I just might have killed my sister's kid. I tried to help the bitch turn a new leaf, and instead I performed an abortion via magic. Because apparently the latter was easier to pull off.
Let this be a lesson to all of you: Know EXACTLY what you want, BEFORE you go for it!