Interesting things happen when you observe the darkness, in the same way as when we stares in the mirror, the essence is to look with the peripheral view and let everything be covered by a dim cobweb, which is a purely physiological effect.
In the life of the Neophyte, there is a special place in the exploration of visions, but he must not equate it with the experience of the astral projection or the projection of the body of light.
All our trouble is that with the occult arts, we try bypassing something that is an entirely open channel in itself. It has taken so much time during which we have been really unable to say what is going on in our brains during quite ordinary things; apart from being able to perceive certain reactions, we are unable to answer how and why processes occur within the mind, and how certain information is processed and stored.
We really have an objection; the Enochian realms are high for one simple reason, for we are utterly incapable of peering into our own depths.
I am vibrating names, and passing through. I show up on a single leaf of a tree. I am so tiny; in front of me, there is a drop of some liquid, actually dew, sliding down that leaf.
Rhythmic breathing and relaxation. After about 15 minutes, the letter is suddenly showed in silver color on a black background which eventually receives the dark blue color of the night sky.
I enter the sphere by passing through the door with the stamped symbol of Mercury at the top, invoking and vibrating the names.
At the same moment I heard a voice, hooting from the tree on a hill, and now I noticed a big, white owl. I approached her, giving her a sign and pronouncing a name, after which she stayed.
I found myself on a small barge floating on the ocean; in front of me are the walls of a vastly ruined city.
