O best of sages, listen to the wondrous journey of the devotee who follows the sacred path. When he has completed his practices, the guardians of the celestial realms offer him a divine elixir. Upon drinking this nectar, he is instantly graced with a radiant, divine body, endowed with immense strength and splendor. With this new form, he delights in the company of celestial maidens, reveling in joy until the very dissolution of creation itself. When the time comes for his separate existence to end, his sacred body merges seamlessly into the supreme essence of Vāsudeva—there can be no doubt of this union. If ever his residence no longer pleases him, he departs, carrying with him sacred cloth, a spear, a sword, the luminous rocanā, and a precious jewel. He also takes with him the essence of the teachings, the elixir, sandals, mystical collyrium, the black antelope skin, and a delightful pill, as befits the wise. The accomplished master gathers his water pot, rosary, staff, the reviving herb, the perfected knowledge, and the scriptures, carrying with him all that is necessary for the spiritual journey. If, even once, he places within his heart the three-pointed mantra, blazing with sparks of divine fire, it burns away all the sins amassed over millions of births. Just as poison neutralizes poison, so too does this sacred practice destroy even the gravest afflictions—leprosy, or the sins of the most severe actions. Even those who have committed the direst deeds are purified by the divine discipline. When beset by the influences of malefic planets, one should meditate upon the blazing mantra at the heart’s core, and those fearsome planetary afflictions are quickly dispelled. Tied around the necks of children, the mantra acts as an unfailing protection, warding off swelling, tumors, and boils. In times of disease, one should offer oblations with sacred sticks and clarified butter mixed with milk at the three junctions of the day for a month; all diseases are thus destroyed. Truly, in all the three worlds, moving or unmoving, there is nothing incurable for the one who follows this path. Whatever accomplishment he desires, he certainly attains. Some, after worshipping the Lord of Beasts one hundred and eight times, gather seven clods of earth from an anthill, a cremation ground, and a crossroads. Mixing these with red sandalwood and cow’s milk, they fashion an image of a lion, measuring six finger-breadths. Upon birch bark, the mantra is inscribed with yellow pigment, and the knower of mantras ties it around the neck of Narasimha. The practitioner then recites the mantra without counting, having worshipped at a body of water, and for seven days, with controlled senses, continues the recitation. In a moment, the whole earth may become flooded with water, or, by worshipping Narasimha atop a dry tree, the devotee can manifest other wonders. By reciting the essence one hundred and eight times, he can stop the rain; by tying it in a casket and whirling it, a great wind arises instantly—there is no doubt. By holding it with water seven or seventy times, the effect is controlled. If the practitioner buries that lion image at the threshold of whomever he chooses, the lineage of that person is destroyed; when it is removed, peace returns. Therefore, O tiger among sages, one should always worship with devotion the mighty Lion Lord, who bestows all desired boons. Freed from all sins, all—Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, women, Shudras, and even those of the lowest birth—reach the world of Vishnu through such worship. Having honored the best of gods, the lion-formed Lord, with devotion, they are released from the inauspicious sufferings of countless births. By worshipping that foremost among gods, one attains the desired goal—divinity, lordship among immortals, and the status of Gandharvas, O twice-born ones. The status of Yakshas and Vidyadharas, and any other wished-for state, is attained by seeing, praising, bowing to, and worshipping Narakesari. Men obtain kingship, heaven, and even the rare liberation; by seeing Narasimha, a man gains whatever fruit he desires. Freed from all sins, simply by beholding that lion-formed God with devotion, one enters Vishnu’s realm. No matter the circumstance—whether in battle, distress, fortress, or threatened by thieves, tigers, or similar dangers; in wilderness, when life is at risk; in poison, fire, or water; afflicted by kings, oceans, planets, or diseases—by remembering him, all troubles are dispelled, just as darkness vanishes at sunrise. In the same way, at the mere sight of him, all calamities are destroyed—whether they be amulets, ointments, hidden shoes, or elixirs. When Narasimha is pleased, all other desired things are attained; whatever desires one contemplates while worshipping Narakesari, those very desires are fulfilled—there is no doubt. Having seen the Lord of gods, worshipped with devotion and bowed to, one obtains the fruit equal to ten times ten horse sacrifices, freed from all sins and adorned with every virtue. His soul, fulfilled in all desires, is freed from old age and death, and he rides in a golden chariot adorned with tinkling bells. Radiant, with all desires fulfilled, shining by his own will, with the hue of a young sun, adorned with a garland of pearls, he is accompanied by hundreds of celestial women and Gandharvas. Uplifting his entire lineage, he rejoices happily in the divine forest. Praised by the Apsaras, he enters Vishnu’s world; enjoying excellent pleasures there, O best of twice-born, in the company of Gandharvas and Apsaras, he assumes a four-armed form and delights in happiness until the end of creation. When his merit is exhausted, he returns to earth, born in the best family of yogis. He becomes a Brahmin versed in the four Vedas and their branches, adopting Vaishnava yoga, and thus finally attains liberation. And finally, O sage, having seen Ananta, known as Vasudeva, with devotion and having bowed, the devotee is freed from all sins and attains the supreme state.