When I came for darshan again, Bhagavan was sitting inside Virupaksha Cave facing south. In those days, Palaniswami was the fortunate sadhu who attended to Bhagavan's needs. He stayed with him night and day and served him his food. On this particular day, he was also sitting in the cave, facing east. 

I slowly made my way inside the cave, placed some milk near Bhagavan as an offering, and then came outside and stood in a shady place. On seeing Bhagavan again, my mind had flowed towards him with uninterrupted, boundless love, but along with this emotion, there had been a sort of inexpressible regard and fear.

 It is only natural for people to feel a sense of awe and reverence while they are near Bhagavan. It is also natural for the individual self to subside in his presence. There was a gracious power that prevailed in that holy place. It numbed the mind, the power of speech, and the body so effectively, visitors were automatically silenced. There were no rules about silence, but in that holy presence casual visitors who had come for darshan would automatically remain calm and quiet. 

After I had waited outside for some time, Palaniswami came out. There was some milk remaining in the vessel, and it was given to me as Bhagavan's prasad. I took it and returned home, greatly delighted. From that day on, this poor lady had the good fortune of getting Bhagavan's prasad for many years.

Akhilandamma, The Power of the Presence, part 1, p. 76

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