The Legend of Red and Blue Mountains

Have you ever heard of Red and Blue mountains? If the road “Altyn Asyr” goes north along the shores of the Turkmen Lake and passes west from the southern edge of the Ustyurt Plateau, to the villages of Gyzylgayadyr and Gosha, it is possible to observe these mountains more closely. Once upon a time there was a legendary conversation about them. This was well described in an article by Muhammad Bekgiyev, “Rainbow on Earth”, published in the Turkmenistan newspaper.

One of them says that centuries ago there was an overflowing ocean here. There were a lot of giant fish and amazing plants in it. The change in nature, the gradual dry air flow, has led to the withdrawal of ocean water, and the loss of almost all living organisms. The present-day Caspian Sea remains the “heir” of that ocean. So even when you look at the huge hills here, you feel like you are in a sea of ​​water. The color of the mountains is reminiscent of spring-green meadows. Well, at least I didn’t go down without explaining myself first. Then you feel like you’re in a fairytale world. And there everything is different. Looking east, the dawn is as white as the milky milk, and the golden sunshine, which is reminiscent of the eye of the beholder, and shines on my gone vision, and the golden birth of the golden Sun, is different. Here mountains and mountains merge, and “mountains are seen above the mountains.” And on the other hand, there is a greatness that is beyond my comprehension. The rows of those swaying mountains are made up of red, blue, and white.

According to the elders of the village of Gosha, if you climb the Red Gup hill in the west of the village, you can come across the teeth of the giant fish, the fish of different shapes. These deserts, these historical sites, are reminiscent of a box that has not yet been unlocked and whose contents are full of valuable information.

140 – 150 kilometers south of the city of Turkmenbashi – within the territory of the Gosha village council there are three colored hills – white, blue, red. The rain made their faces swell. In the local dialect, such hills are called giya (probably from the verb “to cut”). This means that the name means “white, blue, and red.” When you look at these species, an idea flickers like a butterfly: it can be considered that the land on which the blessed, holy couple stepped has risen to the phenomenal level of the Turkmen steppe.

There are other sacred places and natural wonders in these places: the tombs of the Father with Eyes and the Father of Return. The history of these sacred places is inextricably linked with folk legends.

Each stone of the pearl of the East can tell us the history of this world. Each heart will deeply capture the breadth of the depths of the soul of one of the world’s most ancient civilizations. When I come to visit you, I will tell you more daytime and evening stories, ancient legends and tales, stories of creative love and passion of feelings under the sun on the faces of boulders and in the bosom of caves. Let’s discover together the secrets of our birth and purpose to keep bringing the light and life of things into this world.

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