In the sacred dialogue, a remarkable array of creatures is invoked—tortoise, fish, horse, buffalo, cow, jackal, monkey, cat, peacock, crow, boar, owl, and rooster. Their excreta, urine, flesh, hair, or blood, when used as incense, are offered to those suffering from fever or madness, to bring them relief and pacification. Thus, O Lord of Uma, the medicinal substances have been described; they destroy diseases with the force and certainty of Indra’s thunderbolt shattering trees. But even beyond these remedies, the remembrance of the blessed Vishnu as medicine itself brings healing. Whether one meditates upon him, worships him, or praises him, there is no need for further deliberation—Vishnu removes all ailments. Hari then speaks, promising to reveal the auspicious Vaishnava armor, which eradicates every disease. This armor once protected Shiva himself when he destroyed the demons. With reverence, Hari bows to the Lord—unborn, ever-healthy, all-pervading, imperishable Vishnu, Lord of all. He binds the protective thread, offering prayers to Janardana, for this armor is unfailing, incomparable, and removes all suffering. He invokes the divine protection: “May Vishnu guard me in front, Krishna at my back, Hari over my head, and Janardana in my heart. May Hrishikesha protect my mind, Kesava my tongue, Vasudeva my eyes at dawn, and Sankarshana, the mighty one, my ears. May Pradyumna shield my nose, and Aniruddha my skin; Vanamali at my throat’s end, Shrivatsa below. May the discus defend my left side from demons, and the goddess Gada my right from asuras. May the mace protect my abdomen, the plough my back, the bow Sharnga above, and Nandaka my shanks. May the conch guard my heels, the lotus both my feet, and Garuda always protect me for the accomplishment of all undertakings. May Varaha shield me in water, Vamana in difficult places, Narasimha in the forest, and Kesava on all sides.” He continues: “May the blessed Hiranyagarbha grant me gold; may Kapila, teacher of Samkhya, bring balance to my bodily elements. May the resident of Shvetadvipa lead me to Shvetadvipa; may the slayer of Madhu and Kaitabha destroy all my enemies. May Vishnu always draw out sin from my body; may Hamsa, Matsya, and Kurma protect me everywhere. May Trivikrama cut away my sins; may Narayana preserve my intellect. May Shesha grant me pure knowledge, dispelling ignorance; may Vadavamukha annihilate my faults. May the Lord grant supreme happiness to my feet and head; may Dattatreya provide sons, cattle, and relatives. May Rama destroy my enemies with his axe; may Dasharathi, mighty-armed, always protect me, slayer of demons. May Rama, delight of the Yadavas, strike down my foes with his plough; may he who destroyed Pralamba, Kesi, Chanura, Putana, and Kamsa grant me the desires Krishna had in childhood.” He describes a vision: “I see a man, dreadful with darkness and gloom, Krishna-shingala by name, terrifying like Death with a noose. Therefore, I take refuge in Achyuta, lotus-eyed; blessed and forever fearless, for Hari, the Blessed Lord, is mine.” Having meditated on Lord Narayana, the destroyer of all calamities, and bound the Vaishnava armor, Hari moves about the earth, invulnerable to all beings, composed of all the gods, by the remembrance of Vishnu, God of gods, of boundless radiance. He prays for perpetual success as the mantra is recited, that Vishnu may bind the sight of all those corrupted by sin, whether they see him or he sees them. The spokes of Vasudeva’s discus are invoked to cut down his sins and strike those who seek to harm him. He calls for protection in every circumstance—among rakshasas, pishachas, wildernesses and forests, disputes, royal roads, gambling, quarrels, terrifying rivers, dangers to life, fires, attacks by thieves, planetary afflictions, lightning, serpents, poison, disease, obstacles, and distress. Whenever fear arises in the body, this mantra is to be recited always. This mantra of the Blessed Lord is supreme and great among mantras, the renowned and secret armor, destroyer of snake-related sins, fashioned by his own maya, vast as the depths at the end of an age. With heartfelt salutations, he addresses the beginningless and endless one, the seed of the universe, Padmanabha, and invokes the sacred syllables and praises to Time, the Person of Time, Krishna, his forms, the Fierce One, the All, the Lord of the worlds, and the Lord of the iron plough. He calls for protection against demons, daityas, danavas, yakshas, rakshasas, ghosts, pishachas, kusmandas, epilepsy, vomiting, fevers of all kinds, insects, thorns, Putana, serpents, and poisons—both immobile and mobile. He prays for his body to be made wholesome, for all dangers to burst and break open, for protection in every direction. He invokes the blazing, flaming Kapila to protect the north, and Garudi, Gauri, Gandhari to destroy poison and delusion in the south. He asks to be protected from all dangers and fears, for victory and triumph, for the fear and pride of enemies to be diminished, and for fear itself to be dispelled, granting fearlessness. He wishes for all rays, countless as the thousands of revolutions of ages, to enter his abdomen as swans enter, and for Vasudeva, Sankarshana, Pradyumna, Aniruddha, Vishnu, Narayana, and Hari to destroy all fevers for him. Hari then declares: “Hear now that knowledge which grants all desires within seven nights. Salutations to you, O Blessed Vasudeva; we contemplate you. Salutations to Pradyumna, to Aniruddha, and to Sankarshana; salutations to the embodiment of pure knowledge and supreme bliss. Salutations to the self-delighting, peaceful one, whose vision is free from duality, in whom all forms reside. Salutations to Hrishikesha, the great one of infinite forms, in whom the universe exists, from whom it arises, and in whom it stands even at the beginning. You bear the earth made of clay—salutations to you, O Brahman. Whom neither mind, intellect, senses, nor vital airs touch or know; you move within and without, like the sky—I bow to you. Salutations to the Blessed Great Person, Lord of the great elements, whose lotus feet are worshipped by the dust of all living beings, whose nature is like the pollen of lotuses, whose knowledge is renowned—salutations to your pair of lotus feet, O Supreme One.” By this knowledge, Citraketu attained the status of a Vidyadhara. Hari concludes: “By reciting this, one attains the status of Indra through the knowledge called Vishnudharma, having conquered all enemies. I shall now declare this, O Maheshvara.” Thus, the sacred narrative unfolds—a tapestry of divine protection, healing, and knowledge, woven with the names and forms of Vishnu, granting fearlessness, health, and supreme blessings to all who receive and recite it.