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Limulus cyclops

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The legend and pictures below do not concern exactly the Limulus cyclops proved by Hering and Lippe, which was the occidental Horseshoe Crab, but the japanese Horseshoe Crab. Nevertheless I found  interesting to retain these informations for 3 reasons:
1. the four species of horseshoe crabs known in the world are very similar.
2. the association with the samourai and warrior in the japanese mythology fits with the theme of  the "hero" in the homoeopathic remedy, as Massimo refers.
3.The artwork of the japanese painter Takeshi Yamada (see: pictures) is "based on cross-cultural mythologies that permeates the universal consciousness of people." It replaces the symbolism of the Horseshoe Crab in a cosmopolite realm. Takeshi Yamada, now living in the US, was inspired in his artwork by the Japanese Mythology about the origin of the Kabutogani. By combining the mythology of "Princess Otohime of Dragon´s Palace" in China, "Tale of Urashimatarou" in Japan, stories of western mermaids, and the Buddhist concept of reincarnation, Yamada painted the portrait of Princess Otohime on the prosoma of a horseshoe crab shell as a ceremonial spiritual object

In Japan, the horseshoe crab (Warrior's Helmet Crab, Kabutogani) has long been legendary. In ages past brave warriors who honorably sacrificed their lives in battle were said to be reborn as horseshoe crabs, their shells samurai helmets, eternally crossing the bottom of the sea,  based on the Buddhism doctrine of the Rinne Tensei (Reincarnation of life). If you see a horseshoecrab from the top, you would see a Samurai warrior's face on the shell.  s. Bibliogr(1)
Here is a summary of the mythology:
There was a big Japanese Civil War to take over power in the nation during 1180 AD and 1185 AD. This sublime war is called Genpei Gassen (War of Minamoto family and Taira family). The final stage of the war took place on the ocean at Dannoura, where the Minamoto family won the battle. Many Samurai warriors, soldiers and the family who had belonged to the defeated side, Taira, committed suicide. (5)

Takeshi Yamada has also produced a series of "Warriors Ceremonial Masks" on horseshoe crabs as ceremonial objects similar to the Japanese "Haniwa" ." "Haniwa" is a clay-image figure to be buried with emperors and kings to protect them in the after life. Their facial expressions and helmet details were painted after careful examination of the intricate patterns appearing on the horseshoe crab shells.

Yamada also began producing new series of pen and ink drawings inspired by the horseshoe crab after visiting Delaware to attend the annual horseshoe crab survey organized by Ecological Research and Development Group (ERDG) a not-for-profit horseshoe crab conservation organization. The drawings are made using his original homemade dipping pen, made of the tail of a dead horseshoe crab.

Pictures of T. Yamada (s. Pictures).
1. Picture Limulus battle & Limulus battle detail
Title: Battle of Coney Island (Holly War of New Millennium)
Comments: This depicts a mythological battle that took place in Coney Island in Brooklyn, New York between humans and Mermen 5000 years ago. This painting was also inspired by the Japanese Civil War and the war between the United States and the fanatic Islamo Terrorists (2001 - today). After the Japanese Civil War (1181-1185 AD) between Minamoto Family and Taira Family, this creature was reverently named "Kabutogani" (Samurai Warrior's Helmet Crab). Based on the doctrine of Buddhism, this creature is considered to be the reincarnation of the honorary dead Samurai warriors at the battle. For this reason, this is truly a rare creature that enshrines the human soul for the Japanese people.

2. Picture Limulus Princess
Title: The Princess Otohime of Dragon's Palace riding on the back of Warrior's Helmet Crab.

3. Picture Limulus Warrior 1
Title: Warrior´s Ceremonial Mask.

4. Picture Warrior 2
Title: Warrior´s Ceremonial Mask.

5. Picture Limulus samurai
Title: Reincarnation of life from a Japanese Samurai Warrior of Genpei Gassen (Genpei War) to a Kabutogani (Warrior´s Helmet Crab)
Comments: This is part of a series of drawings created with a homemade dipping pen made of the sharpened telson of a horseshoe crab. (3), (4)

Poem: SURVIVOR, by Jenn Hubbs

The scientists say I am a survivor. They believe only those best fitted to this landscape are spared from this "evolution" they believe in so strongly.

I cannot speak to that. I know only my own life as an everyday survivor.

My ancestors watched tide after tide, light after darkness, in an endless cycle. They have seen a parade of new, exotic animals thrive, become fewer, grow weary, and disappear.

Through all of this, I have remained. I have survived.

My world is not so very different from any other creature's. I know times of trouble, helpless moments in which I cling desperately to my instinct to survive.

Given the chance, I and my descendents might see a million more sunrises, a billion more tides.

As you walk, transient, ever-changing, along the shores of my home, realize my plight. Remember my legacy. (6)

King of an island off the western coast of Greece; one of the heroes who fought in the Trojan War. On his trip Home from Troy, Odysseus and his shipmates encountered a number of perils.

At one point their ship was blown far off course, and they fetched up on a small wooded island, where they beached the vessels and gave thought to provisions. Odysseus had noticed a larger island nearby, from which came the sound of bleating goats. This was encouraging to his growling stomach, and he detailed a scouting party and led it to the far shore. Here they found a huge goat pen outside a cave and, inside, all the cheeses and meat they could desire. They were lounging in drowsy contentment when the shepherd came Home.

The sight of him brought the Greeks to fullest attention. He was as big as a barn, with a single glaring eye in the middle of his forehead. He was one of the Cyclopes, giant blacksmiths who had built Olympus for the gods. This particular Cyclops was named Polyphemus. He and his neighbors lived like hermits with their flocks. If the Greeks were shocked, Polyphemus was pleasantly surprised. For here before him at his own hearth was a treat that would nicely vary his diet.

Taking care to roll a boulder into the mouth of the cave - a stone so huge that even a full crew of heroes could not stir it - he promptly snatched up the nearest two of Odysseus's men, bashed out their brains on the floor and popped them into his mouth. Then with a belch he curled up in a corner and drifted happily to sleep. Odysseus naturally was beside himself with concern. What had he led his men into?

There was nothing for it, though, but to wait out the night in terror, for the boulder blocked the door. In the morning the Cyclops rolled the massive stone aside, called his goats together and let them out, some to pasture and others to the pen in the yard. Then he sealed the entrance again. That night he had more Greeks for dinner.

Desperate, Odysseus conceived a plan. To begin with, he offered the Cyclops wine. This was especially potent wine, which he and his men had brought ashore in skins. The Greeks customarily mixed water with their wine to dilute its strength. But the Cyclops had never drunk wine before, diluted or not, and it went straight to his head. Before he conked out, he asked Odysseus his name.

"Nobody," replied the hero.

"Well, Mr. Nobody, I like you," said the Cyclops drowsily. "In fact, I like you so much that I'm going to do you a favor. I'll eat you last.

" With these encouraging words he fell fast asleep. Odysseus jumped up and put his men to work. They put a sharp point on the end of a pole and hardened it in the fire. Then, with a mighty "heave-ho", they rammed it into the Cyclops' eye.

In agony Polyphemus groped about blindly for his tormentors, but the Greeks dodged him all night long. "Help, come quickly!" he shouted at one point, and his fellow Cyclopes came running.

"What's the matter?" they called in at the mouth of the cave.

"I'm blinded and in agony," roared Polyphemus.

"Whose fault is it?" they shouted back.

"Nobody's," said Polyphemus.

"Well in that case," responded the Cyclopes as they departed, "you've got a lot of nerve bothering us."

In the morning, as usual, Polyphemus called his flock together and rolled the boulder aside to let them out. He planted himself in the door to bar the Greeks' escape. Muttering at great length to his ram, he sought sympathy for his affliction. "Whatever you do," he told the beast, "don't trust Greeks."

So saying, he stroked the animal's wooly back and sent him from the cave. Little did he know that Odysseus himself clung to the ram's belly. And, in a similar fashion, his shipmates had escaped beneath the rest of the flock. When Polyphemus realized the deception he rushed to the seaside, where Odysseus and his men were rowing hard for safety. The hero could not resist a taunt.

"Just to set the record straight, the name's Odysseus," he called across the water. "But you have Nobody to thank for your troubles - nobody but yourself, that is."

With a mighty curse Polyphemus threw a boulder which almost swamped the ship. But the rowers redoubled their efforts. They left the blinded Cyclops raging impotently on the shore.