The Ethics of Magick

Ok so I am battling…well not battling that’s not the right word I am just over-thinking and analyzing the ethics of magick this week. I never even thought of doing anything against someone (might be because I started my journey as teenager in Wicca where Ye Harm None comes into play) but recently I think of it this way: if a person comes up to me on the street and tries to punch me in the face I will 1. duck 2. grab them so they cant hit me 3. push them 4. walk away. If they keep following me to try it again I will once again do the same BUT if they come back for a third time I will be obligated to grab them and punch them back! Hell its self-defense and I like my face!! So why can’t magick be the same?? I feel it is. My only issue is those love matters. What to do, what not to do, what constitutes as manipulation. What if the person is confused? Is it ok to then do something to make them see clearly? Is THAT manipulation?? Its ok if they don’t love me. Im not going to try to force them to, why even bother ill get another man. But it’s a thin line.

I have a warrior spirit, though I really just wana roll over and die on most days, but I feel like if someone is trying to take what is rightfully mine, well then Why should I not try to protect myself?! And him?? and us!??! Why should I not whip out my guns so to speak!? And if it’s rightfully mine than it can’t possibly be manipulation. What if the other person is doing manipulation because they try to rip what’s mine and take it away from me? Well I’m tired of playing miss nice girl! Where the fuck has that gotten me all these years!?!? It’s not fair that someone with their evil intentions should get away with hurting good people and their loved ones. What I’m supposed to wait on Karma? Why cant I HELP Karma out??

I’m not so paranoid as to think that people keep working magick on me but after so much time and events that I can’t explain, I have come to that conclusion. Sometimes the only way to fight magick is with magick. And this is my last resort because I don’t like fighting period. I much rather walk away, but I’m tired of walking away and letting people take my things from me. I deserve happiness, and envy and jealousy all have tried to take my happiness from me. That’s not fair. I am a good person but I am not an idiot! And I have my limit like everyone else. Now I’m pissed and fed up. You’re gona fuck with me I’m gona run over you with my bull horns….at least that’s the goal.

Of course then my other insecurities come into play….my laziness, my insecurities what if I do it wrong?? And fuck myself up even more? What if it doesn’t work? Etc. etc. etc. I duno like I said I’m over thinking. I have to meditate on it.

African Drums anyone??