Yomotsu Hirasaka
The slope where Izanagi sealed the dead from the living with a great rock. There is no shrine here, no shimenawa, no famous tree. Just three boulders, a wooden plaque, and an old story.
The slope where Izanagi sealed the dead from the living with a great rock. There is no shrine here, no shimenawa, no famous tree. Just three boulders, a wooden plaque, and an old story.
Where Okuninushi’s son agreed to the handover of the country by turning his fishing boat upside down on the water. Twice a day, the priests still play music that exists nowhere else.
“The first palace in Japan.” After killing the eight-headed serpent, Susanoo arrived at this valley, said “Suga-suga-shi” — refreshing, clear — and built his home. The country’s first private residence was set here.
The mountain shrine where Susanoo, at the end of his days, planted his staff and declared, “This is the land of my soul.” A 1,200-year-old camphor still grows beside the main hall.
Where Susanoo hid his bride from the eight-headed serpent — and where, after slaying it, he composed the oldest poem in Japanese. The shrine’s mirror pond still answers questions about love.
The grand shrine of Izumo, where Okuninushi gave up the visible world for a hall that has stood, in various forms, for over a thousand years. Once a year, every god in Japan comes to stay.
A 30-meter sea stack on Nushima’s southern coast, claimed by tradition to be the very pillar around which Izanagi and Izanami walked at the start of creation.
The strait between Awaji and Shikoku, where the largest whirlpools in the world form on the spring tides — the same stirring of the ocean the kuni-umi describes, still continuing.
A small inhabited island ten minutes by ferry from southern Awaji, where the local tradition holds — without ambiguity — that this is Onogoro itself.
The harbor where most travelers arrive on Awaji from the mainland. Not a shrine, but a threshold — the literal beginning of the Kojiki Trail.