Can't stand for everyone's experience, but here's mine.
After much forethought I decided that it was the "correct" decision. So, by the dark or the New Moon and the light of a black candle, I began my ritual. It was successful for the most part. However, no matter how deep I cut or pricked, my hand refused to bleed the ink for my signature. (I decided to mix my saliva with red acrylic paint as a substitute.)
Three days after the night I performed the ritual, I began spitting up bile accompanied by terrible migranes. By the end of the third day, I decided I couldn't go on like that. I took out my gold and white candles and reversed the binding spell.
It might have been the wrong choice, or perhaps it was a test. Maybe that was His way of telling me that I was unfit for His army. Or maybe my body couldn't handle the overwhelming amount of negative and destructive energy that had wrapped itself around me.