All had been notified to prepare for the Initiatory service—­the music, chants, and ceremonies sacred to this occasion, must be in readiness.  The night had arrived; the fair Goddess of the night shone forth in all her radiant splendor, seemingly conscious, that she was shedding forth the magnetic influence necessary for the sacred Rites now about to be performed.  It had almost reached the Zenith when the solemn march of the Priestesses, Vestals and attendants that were to conduct Sarthia to the Holy Sanctuary of the Temple started.  The Priestess walked beside Sarthia.  Sarthia was clothed in pure spotless linen, her head was bare with the exception of a wreath of laurel leaves that rested lightly upon her flowing hair.  In her hands she carried a white-bound volume which contained the songs, chants, litany and regime for the Vestals of the Temple.

Just as they reached the door, the High Priest arose, and simultaneously the music burst forth in joyful strains that spoke welcome, courage and love to the heart of Sarthia.  When they reached the foot of the altar, where stood the Hierophant, Sarthia knelt upon a velvet cushion at his feet.  The music ceased while the High Priest stood with uplifted hands in silent prayer.  At a signal, the choir began chanting the Litany.  Sarthia was bidden to rise, when the Priest, in measured and solemn tones, addressed her: 

“Do you come to pledge yourself to Temple Service?  Is it your desire to become a Vestal of Isis?  Do you take the pledge of celibacy to the virgin Rites of the Temple; your time, energy and purpose to be devoted to the duties that devolve upon a Vestal?”

The low, clear voice of Sarthia was heard throughout the Sanctuary as she bowed and answered in assent.

“So be it, my holy virgin.  I now commit your soul to the Guardian Angels of this Sacred Sanctuary to guide, guard and protect your budding soul to perfect at-one-ment with its divine center, that you may inherit immortal life while yet with us.  Amen!”

Sarthia opened the book within her hands and, kissing its pages which she had already subscribed to, handed it to the High Priest.  He took it, and held it in his left, while he placed his right hand upon her head, and said: 

“I bid thee welcome, my Vestal Sarthia, and commend thy soul to the Gods above, that ever keep watch o’er the children of earth.  God bless thee.  Amen!  Amen!”

Then, as if they were voicing the words of the Hierophant, the chants grew louder, the music poured forth in grander tones as though to join the invisible hosts above in praise to God most high.