He appeared, radiant as the pale moon, adorned with a garland of wild forest flowers and wielding a mighty plough. This was Balarāma, whose luminous presence shone forth in all directions. Upon hearing the words of Nārāyaṇa, the Earth herself—steadfast in righteousness—yearned for those words to come true. With reverence, she inquired, “How will sage Durvāsas utter that curse? Please tell me how this will come to pass.” Śrī Varāha replied, “Listen, O Earth. Endowed with beauty and youth, delighting in pleasures with me, your illustrious son, proud of his own charm and vigor, was overcome by pride. While he reveled thus, he committed an improper act, causing a pregnancy through unrighteous conduct. O child, you desire a son—O sage, let me explain.” Then the sage pronounced, “From your womb shall emerge a pestle, destined to bring about the destruction of your own lineage.” When Durvāsas spoke this curse, all the young men who heard it were struck with fear and confusion. Seeing those boys approach, I questioned them about what had transpired. Upon hearing their account, I responded, and now, O Earth, you have heard the cause of the curse that befell the Vṛṣṇis and others. This all unfolded in Dvārakā, the blessed city beloved of Viṣṇu’s devotees, a place that brings joy to the hearts of the faithful. Leaving behind the joyful seashore—made glad by my deeds—he now delights in the lofty realms of heaven, surrounded by the celestial Apsarases. Yet, departing even from the world of the gods, he is honored in my own celestial abode. There, many excellent fruits grow, beautiful and shaped like jars, but none may obtain them except one who is devoted to the Bhāgavata. Those who are established in my actions attain the highest perfection. Yet humans, clouded by passion and greed, fail to perceive him. But one who rejoices across the seven continents and enters secret realms, who renounces all attachments, will ultimately reach my world. At Prabhāsa, by the ocean’s edge, those who listen—turning not toward the crocodile-infested waters—find blessings. If a man offers balls of food into clear water there, even those who have not yet arrived receive the offering. Doubt it not: the righteous surely receive the offering. Even if the water is deep and boundless, as wide as a hand’s span, the offering reaches its destination. Such a soul delights in Indra’s realm, without doubt. But leaving Indra’s realm behind, he attains my world. The evildoer cannot perceive these realms—only the doers of good deeds can see them. Here, silver and golden lotuses are found, without question. Four streams flow from the Maṇipūra mountain, and he who is worthy delights in the Vaikhānasa worlds. Abandoning even the Vaikhānasa worlds, such a one attains my world. All those wonders seen in the pools and on Maṇipūra mountain—when sinners bathe, the blessings do not descend as before. A single stream now falls there, resting upon the Maṇipūra mountain. One who is free from attachment, O greatly fortunate one, delights in Varuṇa’s abode. Upon leaving Varuṇa’s realm, he is honored in my world. Only those of pure heart may see these wonders; those who act with sin cannot perceive them.