Sanctioned by Brahma himself, one who follows this sacred path attains my own divine realm. My devoted followers, recognizing the liberation from the dreadful cycle of worldly existence, rejoice at this promise. At the sacred lake of Brahma, a marvel occurs: at midday, as long as the sun remains in the sky, something wondrous descends to earth. This holy place is a site of great wonder, for there the mighty ocean and Rama come together, O beautiful-limbed one. The surroundings abound with lush bushes and creepers, and are graced by the songs and presence of many birds. Lotus and kumuda flowers bloom in abundance, filling the air with their finest fragrances. Those who make their way to the abode of the ocean here are granted entrance to my own realm. Witnessing the sanctity and beauty of this place, people wander freely, their afflictions and sorrows dissolved. Yet, in this extraordinary region, not a single person sees any earthly dwelling. Even those who enter cannot discern a path or opening—such is its mysterious nature. To the east, not far from the main site—just half a yojana away—clear streams cascade, O auspicious one, their waters pure and inviting. One who reaches this place attains the highest worlds of the four guardians of the directions. But surpassing even these guardians, the devotee delights in my own worlds. On earth, in the company of pure devotees of the Lord, liberation from worldly existence is assured. The water of this sacred site neither increases nor decreases; it remains ever constant. There, one hears enchanting singing, sounds that delight the ear and soothe the mind. In this hallowed region, the hermitage of Rama, son of Jamadagni, is found. With the Śālmalī tree placed before him, Rama remains facing north in contemplation. Journeying further, one arrives at the world of the sages, where Arundhatī herself may be seen. Departing from the sages’ realm, one ultimately attains my own world. By honoring this place and its mysteries, a salutation is performed for twelve years. Yet, the wicked—deluded by my māyā—are unable to perceive me here. But, O beautiful-hipped one, my pure devotees behold me in this sacred place. This site is known as Jaṭākuṇḍa, situated in the northwestern direction, to the south of Malaya and north of the ocean. If one visits Agastibhakna, joy is assured—of this there can be no doubt. Leaving the abode of Agasti, the devotee proceeds to my world. O noble lady, the vast and unfathomable ocean stretches nearby. And whatever else people may see all around, O beautiful-hipped one, the water here does not increase, even as it receives from its surroundings. It is a place both wondrous and authoritative, enhancing the glory of devotion. Whoever, O beautiful-hipped one, follows the path of eightfold devotion, recites these teachings daily, or listens to them with joy, is blessed. At the time of death, these truths must never be forgotten under any circumstance. O blessed one, thus have I explained to you what you asked. Thus ends the one hundred fiftieth chapter, named "The Greatness of Sānandūra," in the divine scripture of the Śrī Varāha Purāṇa. Now, as the glory of Sānandūra was recounted, Vasundharā listened intently. Hearing this, Dharaṇī exclaimed, "O greatly fortunate one, having heard this, I am freed from all distress." Thus begins the narration of the glory of Lohārgala.