In the course of time, a night-wandering demoness devoured the third son of Bodha, casting a shadow of loss and confusion upon those who remained. Seeking guidance, the disciples approached their teacher for permission to perform salutations, eager to honor the proper maternal figure. Yet, a question arose: Which mother should be revered—the one who gave birth, or the one who raised the child? It was asked, “Is not this noble lady, the daughter of Janaka, your birth mother?” Ānanda replied, “She is indeed the mother who gave birth in the month of Caitra, and now it is Caitra, in the house of a twice-born.” The teacher, puzzled, inquired further, “Who are you, and who is this Caitra of whom you speak?” Ānanda admitted his confusion, saying, “I know nothing; my thoughts are bewildered. Who is whose son, O sage among brāhmaṇas, and who is not related to whom?” Thus, he lamented the nature of worldly existence, which brings destruction and binds all beings here. He revealed that, on earth, the lady is the daughter of the wicked and unbearable son of Brahmā, and that he had obtained two mothers in this very birth. Resolute, Ānanda declared, “Therefore, I shall perform austerity; bring Caitra here.” Turning away from attachment, he considered the situation accordingly. The brāhmaṇa who honored and cared for him as a son was protected. In the west, the supreme liṅga of the god Indreśvara stood. As Ānanda practiced austerity, the god spoke to him, addressing him as pure-smiled one, and instructed, “You must act according to the sixth Manu; go and do that.” The wise one replied, “So be it.” By worshipping this liṅga, he brought forth sons, and, O goddess, he attained a most difficult accomplishment with joy. Those who behold Ānandeśvara, the Lord, O wide-eyed one, find that the sins accumulated over a hundred million births are destroyed. At that very moment, a person is freed from birth, death, old age, and all suffering. It is proclaimed that the sight of Ānandeśvara grants liberation; here, O wide-eyed goddess, the supreme liṅga is worshipped by the gods. O goddess, this power of his, which destroys sin, has now been described to you. By merely seeing him, one is freed from all sins. Once, on the beautiful bank of the Vitastā river, there lived a brāhmaṇa. He had been abandoned by his relatives and even by his wicked wife. Desiring a son, he pleased the divine presence in a mountain cave. By divine favor, a son was born to him, who took up his own garment from the neck. This son was granted by the god’s grace, O beautiful-faced one. When the sixth year had passed, the brāhmaṇa thought of the sacred thread ceremony. He bowed to all the sages and worshipped them with devotion. According to his means, he performed the ceremony for his son with fruits. He requested, “O best of sages, let blessings be given to this son.” Hearing this, all the sages remained silent, giving no answer. Through meditation, the brāhmaṇa realized, “Surely my son has little lifespan.” Understanding this, the sage fell into confusion. He recalled that, long ago, Rudra, being pleased, had granted him a boon: “Your son, equal to me in strength, will emerge from the center of the Kaṃthā.” Seeing his father distressed, the sage became silent. Then, the divine voice comforted him, “Abandon your fear now; for your sake, though you are sorrowful and your efforts have failed, I will subdue Yama, the lord of the dead.