Millions of years ago, the Sun Mother, Eguzkia, daughter of Amari, dreamed of her own death. The Goddess did everything possible to prevent such a great misfortune and asked the beings of air, water, fire, and earth not to harm her daughter. In return, she promised to watch over all living beings that inhabited the Planet.
However, Inguma, the Lord of Darkness, jealous of the Sun’s brilliance, knew that there was a humble plant that Amari had ignored: the mistletoe. He made an arrow, anointed the tip with the plant’s sap, and fired. Poisoned, the star of light faded and died.
The Earth grew dark and cold, life began to disappear, and no remedy could restore light to the Sun. Amari wept in grief, and her tears fell on the mistletoe berries, which transformed into transparent pearls. And Mother Eguzki shone again, slowly at first, brighter with each passing day. The Goddess blessed the plant and promised that nothing bad would happen to those who stood under the mistletoe. Therefore, on the last day of the year, we place the branches in our homes and walk beneath them so that the sun will continue to shine and warm us.
In the photo, the north face of Anboto, where the goddess Amari’s cave is located, and in the foreground, some pieces of mistletoe so that in 2024, the sun will continue to shine and warm us.
Long live the blessings!
