In the wake of Sage Sarabhangā’s ascension to Brahma’s realm, a multitude of ascetics from diverse schools of Vedic tradition gathered to meet Rāma. These hermits, embodiments of wisdom and austerity, shared the essence of their practices with him. Among them were the Vyākhanasa anchorites, devout worshippers of Lord Viṣṇu, who adhered to rituals prescribed by Sage Vikhanasa. The celestial Vālakhilyas, practitioners of ancient rites, descended to pay homage to the Sun God. There were also the Samprakṣas, staunch devotees of the Moon, gifted with the ability to unravel thoughts in an instant, their rituals harmonizing with the energy of the cosmos, enabling them to dwell and meditate anywhere with tranquility.
Each group narrated their arduous austerities: meditating while standing on stones for hours, sitting amidst thorns, or submerging themselves in neck-deep waters. Though their methods varied, their ultimate goal was unified—to remain in a state of perpetual super-consciousness, thus ensuring balance and spiritual energy in their realms.
With reverence, they addressed Rāma, declaring:
“O Protector of Dharma, we recognize in you the guardian of universal balance. Your deeds of honesty, resilience, and steadfast virtue have earned the favor of Brahma and Indra alike. Your might surpasses that of Agni; your strength rivals the power of Vāyu. A king, by duty, protects his subjects and shares in their merit. We beseech you, therefore, to safeguard our sacred pursuits, for the forests we dwell in are plagued by demons who desecrate our rituals and jeopardize our spiritual aspirations. Most grievously afflicted are the hermits by the sacred Pampa River and Mount Chitrakūṭa. Should these holy rites be interrupted, the delicate fabric of spiritual harmony will unravel, unleashing chaos and unrest in society. We entrust you with our collective merit and plead for your protection.”
Rāma, listening intently, replied with humility:
“Noble sages, your dedication to dharma and the cosmic order inspires me. My journey into this forest was to honor my father’s word, yet your appeal has expanded my purpose. It is my privilege to uphold your cause. Your merit shall fortify my strength, and I vow to rid this forest of demonic atrocities. Soon, you shall experience the tranquility you seek.”
Having sought their permission, Rāma, accompanied by Sītā and Lakṣmaṇa, proceeded toward the hermitage of Sage Sūthīkṣṇa. Along their path, they beheld the crystal-clear waters of the holy Samprathi River, its gentle swirls resembling strings of luminous pearls. Multicolored blossoms, adrift on the water like rafts, adorned their journey, and the lush greenery welcomed them with fragrant fruits and floral carpets.
As they neared the serene mount resembling Meru, they marveled at the harmony of the desolate forest. Birds, startled by the new arrivals, perched afar, curiously observing. At last, they reached the hermitage, adorned with simple linen clothes, wooden ladles, and baskets—a sanctuary of peace.
Entering the ashram, Rāma folded his hands in respect before the radiant Sage Sūthīkṣṇa, who embraced him warmly and declared:
“Welcome, O Jewel of the Raghu dynasty! Your presence sanctifies this abode. I am aware of your journey, from your intended coronation to your exile in Chitrakūṭa. Indra himself has informed me that I have fulfilled my earthly duties and am prepared for ascension. Yet, I awaited your arrival, for you are the well-wisher of the universe.”
Rāma, moved by the sage’s wisdom, responded with gratitude. The sage continued:
“This hermitage is a haven of ascetic resources, untouched by fear. Even ferocious beasts enter here meekly, their aggression subdued by the sanctity of this place. Stay here, Rāma, for this is a sanctuary where dharma flourishes unthreatened.”
As dusk fell, they performed rituals to Aditya (the Sun). The sage served them fruits and pure mountain water infused with herbs. Afterward, he bid them rest, retiring to his hermitage.
Thus unfolded another chapter in Rāma’s journey—a path shaped by turbulent trials, moments of terror, and glimpses of profound peace. The intricate design of fate, woven through the fabric of dharma and destiny, awaited
