Smells a bit like bad beer. And trust me. I know when I smell paranoia.
One of the first things that blossoms in the mind during the first 'abyssal' stage of the magician is deep seated, 100% batshit, paranoia.
The world is alive with spirits; that includes things that want to eat your face. The world is full of knowing and unknowing magicians. But the second you draw the sword, the second you go to war, you've already lost. It isn't about taking the fight to 'them'. It isn't about 'firing back'. It's about standing your ground.
Counter to this is what occurs when something like that, the act of drawing the sword, backfires. You'll know it after you've encountered it once. If you're like I once was, and have been before, then all the wards set up deflect most of what you're doing as it bounces back on you. This creates intense strain on a household. Nightmares, fights, emotional explosions. People bug out shortly after venturing inside. The feedback loop is indefinite.
Its all part of the process, folks. You don't get to save the world, you get to save yourself. And by that act you provide an example for the rest of the world to see.
But when you start launching those curses and being sneaky? Trust me, because I've done more than most, you'll find that you were delusional and paranoid and thereby providing one delusion of grandeur that will consume you.
Don't use daddy's tools in mommy's playground. It'll just piss mommy off.