Upon Jambavantha’s counsel, Hanuman realized his immense strength and unique abilities. Determined to undertake the mission none but he could achieve, he resolved to soar across the vast ocean to Lanka in search of Sita. Aware of the monumental task ahead, he stood poised like a battle-ready bull, embodying unwavering resolve.
To gather momentum, Hanuman moved swiftly across the verdant meadows, his movements akin to a swing gliding over the ground. From a distance, the green fields appeared as deep waterbeds adorned with floating foliage. His colossal form, combined with his swift movements and steadfast determination, instilled fear among the flocks of birds nearby. With each inhalation, his chest expanded, and upon exhaling, trees and bushes were blown aside. The sheer force of his presence sent wild beasts scattering. Like a mighty lion about to pounce, he prepared to embark on his aerial voyage.
The Mahendragiri mountain region shimmered with myriad colors, as embedded ores gleamed at varying frequencies. Shape-shifting Yakshas, Kinnaras, Gandharvas, and divine serpents resided there in comfort. The turbulence caused by Hanuman’s expansive size, speed, and ferocity disrupted the environment, alarming the mountain’s inhabitants. Herds of elephants roamed the area, yet Hanuman appeared as a colossal being amidst an ocean.
He offered prayers to the gods: to Aditya for unending energy on his expedition, to Mahendra for unbeatable strength, to Vayu for unstoppable speed and spirit, to Brahma for success until the mission’s completion, and to the five elements for their respective blessings. Turning eastward, he prayed to his father to render him invincible in the land of demons, then faced south, further expanding his size. The assembled simian herds watched in awe as he chanted Rama’s name, vowing to fulfill the assigned task.
His enormity defied measurement. Pressing his hands and feet onto the mountain to gain momentum, his grip caused the peak to tremble, sending fragments flying like quasars and dispersing dust into red and brown clouds. Flowers rained down due to the mountain’s reverberations, making Mount Mahendra resemble a floral mound, shining like a rainbow. Clear waters gushed from clefts formed under Hanuman’s crushing grasp. Gold, sapphire, silver, and other stones were crushed, creating colorful streams mingling with the flowing water. The intense friction among stones ignited red and blue flames, burning herbs and sacred grasses, sanctifying the entire ritual to the gods. The collapsing caves drove away beasts, their cries merging into a cacophony that echoed across the forests, momentarily unsettling all creatures.
Serpents spread their hoods—some with two heads, others with four or five—spewing poisonous fire that dissolved gemstones clustered around their caves. The rejuvenating power of herbs surrounding Mount Mahendra was subdued by the serpents’ venom. The mountain dwellers perceived a horde of ghosts assaulting the mountain and fled in fear. The leisurely Vidyadhara clans abandoned their golden cutlery, which glittered like stars. They left behind deer and bull skins, traditionally used for comfortable seating during meals in ancient times. Their gemstone-studded daggers, typically secured at their waists for protection, lay scattered as they fled from perceived attacks. The golden chains and ornaments of the Gandharvas lay strewn about. Anxiety and partial intoxication reddened their eyes like rubies. Half-clad and hurried, they stood suspended in the air, watching events unfold in shock.
Sages and Vidyadharas, endowed with the power of transformation and the ability to traverse realms swiftly, remained attuned to the sky, water, air, and ether. Observing the divine being, they remarked, “The mighty Hanuman, son of Vayu, intends to cross the ocean. He seeks to soar over the abode of great crocodiles in the ocean. Drawing power from the five elements and strength from Vayu, Indra, Aditya, and Brahma, Hanuman’s energy disperses throughout the universe, causing a momentary turbulence in the environment. Observe without fear.”
Hanuman inhaled deeply, gathering all his energy, and surveyed the path ahead. Addressing the simian herds, he declared, “I am like an arrow shot by Rama, dashing towards Lanka. If I fail to locate Sita there, I will proceed to heaven. If unsuccessful still, I will return to Lanka and bring Ravana back in chains.” With his proclamation complete, he lifted himself into the air and soared skyward. Trees shook, branches broke, scattering in all directions and remaining airborne. The simian warriors watched him ascend, reminiscent of Garuthmantha taking flight. In no time, he reached the clear sky. Momentarily, trees and branches seemed to accompany him, as if bidding farewell to a dear relative, before descending. Uprooted by the mountain’s violent shaking, large trees flew like battalions following their commander. Hanuman’s size, movement, and valor astonished all onlookers. Fearing that mountains might sink into the ocean, all the trees fell into shallow waters and floated. As Hanuman soared higher, the clusters of trees, having escorted their beloved, returned and submerged in the waters.
Adhering to traditional practices, Hanuman invoked the elements and the universe, seeking every ounce of energy and guidance to ensure success. His unwavering commitment and confidence signified his capability to even lift Lanka and bring Ravana and his entourage along with Sita. Such a declaration was unparalleled, reflecting an exceptional faith in the universe. This profound belief has shaped renowned personalities like sages Marichi, Pulastya, Kasyapa, and monarchs like Mandhata, Sagara, and Bhagiratha. The unfailing source of energy—the universe—was with Hanuman.