Once, a foremost Brāhmaṇa had committed sinful acts during his time as a woman. When the Earth herself questioned these events, he responded to her with gentle, sweet words. Addressing Rohiṇī, whose eyes were wide with wonder, he spoke of his Māyā—his wondrous, hair-raising illusion—explaining how it manifests in countless forms and ways, ranging from the highest to the lowest. He described how, through the actions of the greatest Brāhmaṇas, the origin of women came about. This particular Brāhmaṇa was deeply devoted to his worship and steadfast in carrying out his deeds. Over a long period, the deity became pleased with his devotion, and at last granted him a supreme vision. “O auspicious one,” the deity said, “choose a boon—whatever abides in your heart. Or, if you wish, you may go to that heaven where happiness reigns and lovely women dwell, where all the celestial nymphs possess divine forms.” Hearing these words, the eminent Brāhmaṇa replied, “O god, if you are not angered, I will ask for a boon. I do not desire gold, nor cows, nor women, nor even a kingdom. Not even among thousands of heavens does a single one please me.” Upon hearing this, an agreement was spoken. It was said that even the gods themselves do not know the truth, being deluded by Viṣṇu’s Māyā. Prompted by this Māyā, the Brāhmaṇa spoke sweet words: “By your grace, O god, may this boon be granted to me.” He was instructed, “Go to Kubjāmra, bathe in the Gaṅgā, and you will attain Māyā.” So, at Kubjāmra, the Brāhmaṇa sought after this wondrous illusion. Having properly established the sacred place, he performed worship as was fitting. Then, after immersing himself in the waters of the Gaṅgā, his entire body became soaked. There, afflicted by the pain of being in the womb, he reflected in his heart: “I now dwell in this Niṣāda womb and in these hellish states. I suffer in this mass of filth—mixed with excrement and urine, in the mire of flesh and blood, surrounded by many diseases, overwhelmed by manifold sufferings. Where is Viṣṇu? Where am I? Where are the waters of the Gaṅgā?” Thinking thus, he quickly emerged from the womb. At that very time, a daughter was born in the house of the Niṣāda. But, bewildered by Viṣṇu’s illusion, she was not aware of anything. Through that same illusion, she gave birth to sons and daughters, and living beings were constantly killed here and there. Deluded by the net of Māyā, the Brāhmaṇa did not know what should or should not be done. Taking a pot to wash soiled clothes, she stood in the waters of the Gaṅgā to bathe, and entered the sacred Jahnavi. There, a sage devoted to austerity was born again, holding a staff and water-pot. The cloth and other items that had been shown and placed there before were found, and the Brāhmaṇa, desiring to know Viṣṇu’s illusion as before, put on his garment with shame, reflecting upon the practice of yoga. Then, through the austerity he had performed at that time, he came to realize himself.