Her limbs shone with golden radiance, her lips as ripe and red as the bimba fruit; she appeared just as her husband envisioned her in his mind’s eye, a living image shaped by his own thought. Then, assuming a form identical to his, she stood in astonished awareness. And, as soon as her husband’s life ended, she too passed away instantly, their destinies intertwined. She was seen before her husband, who himself was but a fragment of your thought. Whatever the mind experiences as tangible reality, it perceives by itself. Yet, it knows this is not truly real, but merely a projection of the subtle body; whatever appears physical to the mind, it recognizes as an illusion. The subtle body’s projection arises anew in another, and thus, through the awareness of death, the illusion of rebirth repeats itself. You are the knower of all this, and through you, this understanding has dawned. He saw you, and you saw him as well. Established in the Self, consciousness pervades everywhere; since Brahman is omnipresent, whatever arises, wherever and however, is nothing but That. There, it manifests instantly, perceiving by its own power. Being all-powerful, it brings forth whatever force it raises, wherever it wishes. It abides and shines there, propelled by the intensity of impulse; at the very moment of death and delusion, the husband and wife remained together. Then, for both, understanding arose in their hearts through the force of appearance: “These are our fathers, and these too are our mothers.” “This is the body, this is the wealth, this is the action we performed before; we two were married thus, and thus attained oneness in name.” And the people belonging to these two also became real in that very place. Likewise, here is a direct example of dream experience. In this play of such nature, I was worshipped in play; “May I not be a widow”—with this thought, I too accepted him as my chosen husband. As if seeking this, the girl had previously died; and here, indeed, I am the conscious principle among your conscious portions. The family goddess is always to be worshipped; thus I perform this. Then, her vital force, taking the form of the breath of life, departed from her body. Guided by the mind, it reached the tip of her mouth and left the body behind. Then, at the end of the faintness of death, in that very house, she awakened; her consciousness, shaped by reflection, was seen by the living soul. She was accomplished, her eyes as gentle as a deer’s, her face radiant like a full moon, proud and beloved, longing for her husband; with memories from before, eager-faced, her inner nature restrained, she possessed her original splendor, like a lotus blossoming anew. Now, having obtained her boon, with that very body, she went to the king, seeking to be reunited with her husband, traveling by the path of the sky toward the heavenly realm. Thinking thus, joyfully, and with the banner of the great makara raised high, she soared, graceful in form, like a bird in flight. There, the maiden received a message sent for her welfare, as if emerging before her from the great mirror of her own resolve. “I am your daughter, friend Jnapti; welcome, beautiful one. I have waited here in the sky, awaiting only you.” “O goddess with water-like eyes, guide me to my husband, for the sight of the great is never fruitless.” Saying, “Let us go there,” the maiden, intent on showing the way, stood before her in the sky. Following her, she reached a hollow in the atmosphere, clear and shining like a flawless hand or a well-drawn line. Then, crossing the path of clouds, rising through the currents of wind, she surpassed the course of the sun and entered the realm of the stars. Swiftly passing through the worlds of wind, Indra, gods, and siddhas, she reached the outer shell of the universe belonging to Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. Just as the cold inside a pot may be felt outside its wall, so she, empowered by her resolve, emerged outside the universes. She experienced this bewilderment within, arising solely from the bodies created by her own mind and the radiance of her own intention. Then, crossing the nine coverings—water and others—beyond the universe, she reached the expanse of the great consciousness-sky. With extreme speed, she traversed an expanse whose limits and end were unseen, surpassing even Garuda in every direction, and even in hundreds of millions of aeons. There, countless millions of cosmic eggs existed in abundance, each unseen by the others, like fruits in a vast forest. Within one of them, situated in a city surrounded by expansive boundaries, she pierced through and entered inside, just as a worm enters the interior of a fruit. Then, surpassing the radiant realms of Brahma, Indra, Vishnu, and others, she reached the splendid earth-circle below the path of the stars. Arriving at that circle, entering its city and pavilion, she stood near the corpse of Pushpagupta. Meanwhile, she did not see the maiden there; the beautiful-faced girl, recognized as Maya, had gone somewhere. Looking at the face of her husband, who lay as a corpse, she realized with certainty, through her own insight, the truth of the situation: “This is my husband, slain in battle by Sindhu; having attained these worlds of heroes, he now rests for a moment in comfort. By the grace of the goddess, I have reached him here in this form; blessed am I, for there is no one else like me.” Thinking thus, she took the beautiful fan in her hand and began to fan him, as the sky fans the moon with its circle of clouds. Those servants, those maidens, and the awakened king will speak, O goddess, asking: “Who are you, and by what means, and with what intention?