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Mahalakshmi Amma - 8
« on: April 25, 2009, 02:27:36 PM »
Later, when Bhagavan's health had deteriorated very badly, they were unable to stay away and returned again to the Asramam, which was now swarming with people.  Mahalakshmi had brought with her a new towel, some raisins and sugar cubes.  She stood opposite the Mother's Temple and looked towards the Nirvana Room.  Her one
longing was to preserve these items as relics, after wiping the feet of Bhagavan with the towel and after a simple glance at the raisins
and sugar cubes by Him.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Bhagavan the living embodiment of compassion, sent a Telugu-speaking gentleman to find out what she wanted.  When she disclosed her desire, the gentleman taking the articles with Him, informed Bhagavan of her desire. Then Bhagavan, the ocean of grace, stretched His feet so that he would wipe both His feet with that towel.  Bhagavan, who could now eat practically nothing, ate a few of the raisins.  When all the three items were returned to her, Mahalakshmi
Amma was overwhelmed by great joy and profound grief at the same time.  She preserved these items as most precious relics in her puja room and worshipped them till the end of her life.

Such a tranquil life, poised in joy and serenity, was now buffeted by storms.  Misfortunes befell, starting with the Mahasamadhi of Bhagavan.  Soon aferwards, Mallikarjuna passed away.  In the absence of a competent person to conduct the family business it soon fell into decline.  Their affluence faded.  With only two daughters married, the entire responsibilty of marrying the other two daughters, had to be borne by her, though she was assisted by her elder son-in-law.  Caught as she was in the tribulations of supporting her family, her visits to the Asramam became few and far between.  But her inner poise and serenity remained untouched.  At last, when all responsibilities had been discharged by the grace of Bhagavan, she resumed her visits to the Asramam.  Though her husband had bought a huge plot of land on which to build a house, for various reasons this did not materialize, so she rented a room.  Now she further tightened her self-imposed disciplinary rules.  She at only what she had cooked for herself -- a simple lunch in the afternoon and a light meal at night.  It was a spartan life, given wholly to devotional practice and dhyana.  With no more responsibilities weighing her down, she was like a bird released from its cage.  Unattached, independent, highly dispassionate, and beaming with joy, her life reflected her inner peace.

(Source:  As indicated in Part 1)

Arunachala Siva.