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🛕 Ulavi: In the Footsteps of Saint Shri Channabasaveshwara

Nestled in the forested heart of Uttara Kannada, Ulavi is more than a pilgrimage—it’s a journey into silence, strength, and spiritual clarity. For devotees of the Veerashaiva Lingayat tradition, Ulavi is sacred ground, where Saint Shri Channabasavanna spent his final years in quiet devotion.

🌟 The Saint and His Legacy

Channabasavanna, nephew of Basavanna and son of Nagalambike, was a guiding light of the 12th-century reform movement. He led the Shunya Simhasana at Anubhava Mantapa and authored Karana Hasuge, a foundational text of Lingayat philosophy. His teachings emphasized:

  • Equality and inner purity
  • Shatasthala philosophy—six stages of spiritual evolution
  • Simple rituals accessible to all castes and communities

His Samadhi at Ulavi is surrounded by lotus ponds, caves, and sacred springs—each echoing the saint’s silent strength.

🚍 How to Reach Ulavi

  • From Hubballi (~115 km):
    • KSRTC and private buses run to Dandeli. From there, jeeps or taxis reach Ulavi.
    • By car: ~1 hr 45 min via Haliyal or Dandeli route
  • From Bengaluru (~8 hrs):
  • Overnight buses available via KSRTC or redBus
  • Ideal for weekend pilgrimages

🍛 Food Availability

  • Temple Annadana: Free vegetarian meals during darshan hours
  • Local eateries: Serve idli, dosa, rice-sambar, Shira-Uppittu and tea.
  • Dandeli (nearby): Offers wider options including snacks and North Indian dishes

📍 Nearby Places to Visit


Place

Highlights

Ulavi Temple

Samadhi and main shrine of Channabasavanna

Akala Gavi

Sacred cave with spiritual resonance

Haralayyana Chilume

Mythic spring with healing lore

Basava Falls

Hidden waterfall in forest terrain

Moulangi Eco Park

Bamboo groves and picnic spots

Shivapura Hanging Bridge

Scenic bridge over Kodasalli Reservoir

Sykes Kanive

Valley viewpoint near Ambikanagar

🌤️ Best Time to Visit

  • October to March: Cool, pleasant weather
  • Ulavi Jathre (February): Annual pilgrimage with cultural programs and mass darshan

Ulavi is not just a destination—it’s a reminder that silence can be strength, and devotion can be a path to justice. Whether you seek spiritual renewal or forest serenity, Ulavi welcomes you with open arms and ancient wisdom.

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