Behind the effulgent sacrificial bowl with the holy fire Mani saw a resplendent beautiful woman sitting on an elevated golden throne. Like the wise women she too was dressed in a white luminous garment which shimmered like the light haze of a spring morning.
Such charm emanated from the noble woman, that Mani looked at her infinitely blessed, and she could not take her eyes of her.

“This is Walpurga,” whispered Sol to his sister who was drowned in deep bliss, ”and she is the high priestess of this noble assembly of all the wise women of the world.
With the playful, holy power of fantasy, which unfolds in bright serenity before our eyes, these omniscient daughters of wisdom clairvoyantly glorify a life in eternal fulfilment, bliss and delight.”

At the gleaming gate of jewels the guardian-lady, clad in a garment white as snow and surrounded by a white-golden glory, waved with a small bunch of blue magic flowers from which the stars shone forth.
With the seven golden keys, which were held to her belt by snakes scintillating in splendid colours, she opened the golden-wrought gate of the heart.

And Mani eagerly drank the golden light-streams of bliss, which due to Walpurga's gracious magic power flowed towards her from Walpurga's smiling mouth, heralding the perfection of the world.