A big turning point for me was when I was 11, and had taken a book on "Black Magic" out from my school library (really). Now, one of my friends was having her life made miserable by an older kid. So I found what looked like a nice hex, lit some candles, did the spell, and the next day, his pen mysteriously exploded in his face. No injuries, but I heard it was a big mess. Maybe a year later, I did a healing ritual for one of my father's friends that also worked--that one was from my heart, not a book, and it gave me an idea of how magic works.
I didn't start practicing regularly (and responsibly!) until I was in college. I agree that initiation never ends. The way I practice magic has evolved many times through the years, and I'm sure it will continue.
Quitting smoking (nine years ago!) was a big change, and that ultimate feeling of accomplishment was great, but I NEVER want to do it again. |