In that sacred field, there exists a place known as the supreme crossing of Vishnu—a site of profound spiritual significance. There, O noble lady, lies a pond named after the mountain Maṇipūra, shimmering with divine presence. When one departs from the world of the sun, he is honored in my own celestial realm. Yet, this vision of the Lord is not easily granted to all; for sinners, he is difficult to behold, while the virtuous may see him with ease. On the twenty-fourth Dvādaśī, at midday when the sun stands at its highest point, the Lord reveals himself—exalted, vast, delightful, and remarkably cool, bringing solace to the hearts of his devotees. Those who come here in devotion attain supreme perfection; of this, there can be no doubt. Residing upon the ocean shore, the Lord receives the love and adoration of all devoted souls. We three—myself and my companions—dwell together in glorious Dvārakā. The city itself stretches thirty yojanas in breadth and ten yojanas in every direction, a realm of splendor and wonder. Those who come here, with devotion and purity, swiftly attain the highest state. Among all dharmas, this is the supreme dharma; among all splendors, this is the greatest of all. Of all the Vedas, this is the most excellent; of all austerities, this is the highest. If one truly desires supreme perfection, he comes to my world, and by his merit, seven generations of his family are carried across the ocean of existence. With proper worship, what more could one ask? Thus concludes the one hundred forty-ninth chapter, entitled 'The Glory of Dvārakā,' in the holy Varāha Purāṇa. Now begins the account of the greatness of Sānandūra. Having heard this well-spoken narration of Dvārakā’s glory, the Earth herself spoke, saying: “Having heard of this supreme merit, I have attained the highest prosperity. O Lord of the worlds, Janārdana, if there is anything even more secret than this, pray tell me.” Hearing these humble words, Viṣṇu, the lotus-eyed one, replied as Śrī Varāha: “To the north of the ocean and south of the Malaya mountains, O Earth, I reside, established and facing the north. Some call this place iron, others say it is made of copper, while still others claim it is stone—each describing its wondrous and marvelous form. “In this sacred place, humans who have crossed the ocean of worldly existence are freed. At midday, when the sun is at its zenith, a golden lotus is seen blossoming there. And now, listen to another marvel: whatever turns around in that place, though it stands in the midst of the ocean, remains unseen by ordinary eyes. Yet my devotees, present through their own actions and merit, do indeed see it. “If any wrongdoer throws a lump into its midst, no one retrieves it until it is consumed by that very person. The place is unfathomable and boundless, adorned with red lotuses. Upon reaching the abode of Budha, one rejoices without doubt; and leaving the abode of Budha, one attains my world. “Those who are not devoted to my works cannot see this place. It is charming and delightful, covered with lotuses. There, one sees a single white lotus and also one fashioned from gold. A single stream falls there, thick as a pestle. Upon reaching the world of Brahma from this place, one rejoices—of this, there is no doubt.” Thus are revealed the glories of Dvārakā and Sānandūra, sanctified by the words of the Lord and the devotion of the Earth herself.