In the gorge 2019.08.27
Takachiho is steeped in Japanese mythology. It is the supposed site of the legend where Amaterasu, the Shinto Sun Goddess, disturbed by her brother's cruel pranks, hid herself in a cave, prompting the other gods and goddesses to try and lure her out. It is also the disputed landing place of the god Ninigi no Mikoto, grandson of Amaterasu, who was sent down from heaven to establish the lineage of Japanese emperors, a distinction which it competes for with Mount Takachiho in Kirishima National Park.
Takachiho is known as a "power spot", a place of profound religious importance and natural beauty, which radiates spiritual energy. Among the best spots for a spiritual experience are Amano Iwato Shrine and Takachiho Gorge on a calm day.
Tourist photo of Takachiho Gorge (what I was expecting, camera filters aside)
Here, I continue my story about our visit to the gorge.
Another trek down some steep, slippery stairs and there it was. I’d seen pictures of it before, the waters illuminated by the sun and reflecting a blue, summer sky, the gush of water from above like a torrent of endless, massive diamonds being rolled down from the heavens. It’s why I was there. Today however, there was no sun, no bright, blue sky or white, puffy clouds, no illuminations whatsoever to trick me into thinking I’d arrived in paradise. I was severely disappointed.
We rented a paddle boat and whilst my housemate took the oars to steer our plastic vehicle, I designated myself as the photographer and navigator of our half hour journey. A light spray rose up from the water where the gushing waterfall clashed with the stagnant pond at our level. It was refreshing. Although my first impression had been that it was not as majestic as I had expected, being surrounded by craggy layers of volcanic rock bestowed a feeling of peace and serenity. I was glad that my first judgment had been premature.
It was a lazy glide through the narrow gorge and seemed almost like time had stopped. It looked and felt as though God’s hands had come down from the heavens to snatch a piece of the mountain and expose the waters beneath. Then with one large finger a pathway had been carved at the top of the mountain to let His bath water run off into this giant crevice. Except for the sound of the fall, it was quiet and still. You could think in a place like this. Your mind was free to just roam as your eyes spectated at the wonder of this creation.
After our assigned thirty minutes of boating, we headed back to shore. I’d certainly felt power during our time on the water. What would be our next spiritual encounter in Takachiho?
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