The Wiccans tell us that "whatever you cast out comes back to you threefold." In this they are, as usual, only half right. The truth is actually far less prosaic, and a great deal more simple. It is the prime law of gambling, magic, and sex. Hell, it's the prime law of life.
Simply put, "you play, you pay."
Oh yes, we can "philosophize" until the cows come home. We can define "white magic" as altruistic, beneficial, and benign. We can call "black magic" sinister, selfish, and brutal. We might--with Crowley--tell ourselves that White Magic is the spiritual quest for the Higher Self, and Black Magic is the blind and piggish rolling in the mud of the material world. But all of this mental masturbation only feels good. It never bears any fruit. The truth that every magician knows in the pit of his or her belly, whether they have the balls (metaphorically so for our Satanic Ladies) or not to admit it, is that all magic is black. Black as sin, black as midnight, black as pitch. And it always, always, has a price.
I have read critics of people like Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey remark that if they were such great magicians, why didn't they die rich? Loved? Adored by all? The instant I hear such things pass the lips of morons I know they haven't a clue how magic works. They haven't the foggiest fucking idea.
A good magician will tell you, it all comes down to Balance. LaVey called it the "Balance Factor." And I quote; "...To the Satanist "God"--by whatever name he is called, or by no name at all--is seen as the balancing factor in nature, and not as being concerned with suffering...the powerful force which permeates and balances the universe..." In the Book of Belial, he talked a bit about making it work for you. But here is the thing; every life is a balance of the good and the ill, the ups and the downs, the smooth sailing and the choppy seas. For the vast majority, the plusses and minuses cancel each other out. True, some get more of one or the other, but this is to be expected along any bell curve.
Now, the difference between the "Right Hand Pather" and the "Left Hand Pather" is a lot more basic than the constant squabbles amongst occultists lets on. The Right Hand Pather is content to let the balance be. He tells himself that it's all in God's hands, or if an atheist (and yes, damnit, there are Right Hand Path Atheists) that it should all be "left to chance." Aunt Emma is dying of cancer. He doesn't like it, but he consoles himself with "it's a part of life."
The Left Hand Pather--and for me, boys and girls, this term has always been synonymous with "Magician"--is not content to let it be. He's not willing to let dear old Aunt Emma kick the bucket. So he pushes, he pushes hard. The balance shifts, the universe swings out of whack. Aunt Emma makes her come-back.
But let's not forget simple physics. "Every action is followed by an equal and opposite reaction." You push, and the universe is gonna push back. The harder you push, the harder it pushes back.
Little pushes--the spells to get parking spaces or the traffic lights turn green--only push back a little. Expect to get caught in a traffic jam next week. But the big pushes can fuck you up.
In this, magic is not unlike gambling. And hell, why not? The Tarot began as a betting game, and as much as those pompous Hermetic twits might want to forget it, Hermes was not only the patron god of Alchemists and Magicians but also gamblers and thieves. Both magic and gambling are about making bets, taking risks, rolling the bones. Small bets translate into small wins and small losses. Big bets mean big wins and losses. You don't need to be a brain surgeon to get that.
Back to Crowley and LaVey. Did it ever occur to their obviously armchair detractors that they were staggering magicians in that they both launched new ways of thinking, new ways of being? What a small and petty price to pay was their ends in poverty and quiet ignominy.
Because if you wanna play, you gotta pay. That simple. The difference between Magicians and other folks is that Magicians pick their battles. Normal people roll with the blows. Magicians say, "I am gonna win this and pay by losing that later." Crowley and LaVey knew exactly the DevIl's Bargains they were making. They chose their wins and paid the price for balance.
Hence the Wiccans are full of shit...and yet somehow not totally wrong. You play with magic, it will come back and bite you in the ass. It doesn't matter if it's a curse or a blessing; it doesn't matter how good your protective circles or your banishings are. What matters is how far you dare throw the universe out of whack.
C'mon, we all know this. There's not a fairy tale or myth in the world that hasn't warned you. Magic always extracts a toll. The Devil gets his due.
SOME EXAMPLES (For the hardcore who had the stomach to read this far)
1. I first learned the "you play, you pay" law at 15. My best friend and I were at that age, to put it mildly, outcast geeks. But damn if my friend didn't get the hots for his neighbor, the 17 year old cheerleader. Knowing I was into magic, he dared me to help him out. So on a midnight in October, he and I snuck off into the woods with all my Satanic gear to do the Invocation of Lust. Here we were, a couple of total dorks, one reading The Satanic Bible while another furious jerked off. No less than three days later, the cheerleader had a fight with her boyfriend and miraculously ended up screwing my friend. It was more than a violation of the laws of nature, it was a violation of all the laws of high school.
But of course, if you are real quiet and listen, you can hear the pendulum swinging back.
In short, while they conducted their secret sex games, the cheerleader started giving me the signal. Being fifteen, I started sleeping with her behind my best friend's back. It didn't end well.
2. One of the more dramatic workings in my life came when I received a phone call, in the dead of night, that my father had suffered a stroke. As he lived alone, he had been lying on his kitchen floor for three days before anyone found him. The damage, by that time, was catastrophic. The doctors told me to fly home because he would be dead within hours.
They obviously didn't know who they were dealing with.
My lover and I performed a ritual to save my father, to restore him to health. We both pushed hard. In a very "Hollywood" moment, I actually got myself so worked up I got a nosebleed. The next morning, I flew home.
Oh, my father lived through the night. Then they said he would be on life support forever. He wasn't. They said he would be bedridden all his life. He got up and learned to walk again. As of now, seven years later, he is almost completely his old self again.
Wait...here's that pendulum.
The lover I performed the working with was a nurse. A few months later, I got a new job and transferred to a new city. The plan was, my lover would fly back and live with my dad for awhile, looking after him for free room and board while i found a place for us to live. But the lover found a new lover, and decided to remain in my home town, looking in on my dad and starting a new life with someone who wasn't me. I lost one of the greatest loves of my life. But I kept my father.
Balance.
I have no patience for these fools who want to serve "Lord Satan." Both God and the Devil are metaphors for a universe indifferent to human suffering. The only difference is, God doesn't listen and the Devil does. He delivers. But you gotta pay a price. There must be balance, and he doesn't really care how nice you are to him. He doesn't take bribes, kiddies.
WORKING WITH IT
Look, the best way to avoid the heavy price is to use Lesser Magic instead, Failing that, place smaller bets. Had my lust spell been fore the equally nerdy and outcast girl in homeroom, the odds would have been so even that the price was barely noticeable. I went for the cheerleader, the long shot, and got burned.
But ultimately...and I suspect everyone reading this, as a Satanist, already knows this...magic is scary. If you need something Really Big, just be prepared to pay a Really Big Price. If you can't do that, enroll in the Church of your choice, accept "God's Will," and stop playing with fire.