SANESWAR BHAGAWAN OF MANDAPALLI

Deeming it plausible and practicable too, the Lord set out and descended at a dark region-an insignificant, unrecognizable deep forest spot, infested with wild beasts, and made murky by the abundant growth of the thick foliage. Presuming it as the right place and none could burrow into it, he decided to go into hiding at once, but another flash further accelerated the progress of his project. He determined to seek the help of a scholar-purohit to conduct Asthadigbandhan ritual-sealing its eight inlets with chants so that no force on earth or heaven could dare enter or near it. When done according agamic tenets, he carefully entered into the place and bolted it tightly to secure safety cent percent. Though pitch darkness pierced his eyes, his mind was at case and heart exuded peace. Seconds slowly rolled into minutes, and time sped, as it does normally, but for the Lord each second was more than a yuga. Counting and chanting something, he stayed in that darkest hovel, which for humans causes instant death at its description or mention. He endured it- spent every second with an anxiety that is unparalleled. The period fixed had passed, but it left the Lord with beads of perspiration all over his divine person, making the pannagas adorning his body shiver and heave sight of relief at the end of the torturous period.

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