When the awareness of the subtle body becomes established, the physical body lies inert, lifeless as a corpse—like a cloud bereft of water or a flower without its fragrance. Now, as this inner awareness matures, the body is forgotten entirely, just as one forgets the state in the womb upon reaching youth. On the thirty-first day, the journey brought them to the vastness of the sky. That morning, the two maidservants had been overcome by sleep and confusion. Sarasvati said, “Come, Lila, let us reveal ourselves to her for the sake of play, by the play of thought, so that activity may proceed.” As soon as this intention arose—“Let us appear before Lila”—the two goddesses manifested there, shining brilliantly in Lila’s vision, their presence brought forth by the power of awareness itself. Lila, wife of Viduratha, gazed in wonder at the house before her, radiant with a mass of light. It appeared as if carved from the moon’s disk, washed with golden streams, cool as a gentle flame, slender and beautiful as a well-supported vine. Perceiving the playful summons, Lila rose swiftly and, in haste, fell at the feet of the goddesses. Soon, Queen Majjaya arrived and greeted them with reverence: “Victory to you, givers of life! I have come before you, clearing your path.” After she spoke, the two proud women, radiant in their youth, seated themselves gracefully—like vines adorning the summit of Mount Meru. They addressed Lila tenderly: “Child, tell us—how did you first arrive here? What happened, and what did you see along the way?” With humility, Lila replied, “Goddess, in that place I fell into a swoon, like the waning crescent moon enveloped by the flames of the world’s end. I was unaware of anything—neither pleasure nor pain. Then, with my eyes closed beneath trembling lashes, at the end of that deathly swoon, O supreme goddess, I suddenly arose and soared into the expanse of the sky.” “In the space of the elements, I mounted the chariot of the wind, carried here as a streak of fragrance is borne upon the breeze. Here, I beheld a dwelling adorned by its master, shining with lamps, secluded and furnished with a splendid bed. I saw my husband, Viduratha, lying with his body garlanded in flowers, like honey resting in a garden of blossoms. Exhausted from battle, he sleeps deeply; thus, O queen of gods, I did not disturb his slumber.” Lila continued, “When the goddess arrived here, I recounted everything as I experienced it, O gracious one, for your favor. O you who move like swans, with playful and charming eyes, let us awaken the king from this bed of corpses.” With these words, she released her vital breath, as a lotus releases its fragrance; it became a gentle breeze and entered his nostrils. Swiftly it flowed into the cavity of his nose, like wind through a hollow bamboo, carrying hundreds of memories within, as the ocean holds its gems. The radiance of life shone forth from his face, just as a lotus seems to merge with its reflection in water. Gradually, all his limbs gleamed with beauty, like clusters of flowers upon the earth or networks of vines on a hill. He appeared, full of splendor, like the full moon illuminating the dwelling with rays from his moon-like face. His limbs, soft and vital, shone with golden brilliance, like fresh shoots in spring. He opened his eyes, sources of pure light, charming and beautiful, like the moon and sun illuminating the world. Rising up, his body radiant, like the mighty Vindhya mountain growing in stature, he spoke: “Who stands here, dwelling in this abode of shining brilliance?” Before him, the duality of play replied, “Command us.” He saw, standing humbly before him, two forms—each equal in support, form, appearance, speech, effort, joy, and arising. Observing them, he asked, “Who are you? Who is this? Where has she come from?” Lila replied, “O lord, listen to what I am about to say. I am your wife, grown up with you from before, closely united with you as speech is with its meaning. This is your second wife, Lila, whom I have lightly acquired for your sake; I shall tell you how this came to be.” She continued, “She who is seated at the head, upon the great golden throne—she is the goddess Sarasvati, the auspicious mother of the three worlds. By the merit we have accumulated, she has appeared here directly; by her, O king, you have been brought here from another world.” Hearing this, the lotus-eyed king arose, adorned with garlands and fine garments, and bowed at the feet of the goddess of wisdom. “O Sarasvati, I bow to you, benefactor of all worlds! O giver of boons, grant me wisdom, long life, and wealth.” As he spoke, the goddess of wisdom touched him with her hand, blessing him: “May you be endowed with sons and all that you desire. May all misfortunes and the sight of every evil deed depart. May endless joys come to you; may the people always be cheerful, the nation secure, and prosperity ever shine forth.” Having said this, Sarasvati vanished from their sight. In the morning, all the people awoke together with the blooming lotuses.