Cryptobiology is a controversial field of study at the border of science and superstition, thus scientists call it pseudoscience. It is however, gaining acceptance and support from scholars and people in general.
There are two fields of cryptobiology, one concerning animals (cyptozoology) and the other, plants (cryptobotany). The former took off with the discovery of strange creatures like the Coelacanth fish thought to have become extinct millions of years ago. On the other hand, the search of legendary and fiction characters like Loch Ness, Bigfoot, and the Abominable Snowman, continues to draw attention.
Part 1 - A collection of Nature Spirit remains
Part 2 - Dead Tree Walking
Part 3 - Nature's Trophy - Cryptid* Likeness of an Ancient Fowl
Part 4 - Nature's Trophy - Cryptic Image of a Yelping Puppy
Part 5 - Nature's Trophy - Crossroad of Reality and Fantasy
Part 6 - Cryptobotany - Strange Images of Trees
Part 7 - Nature's Trophy - The tree that rose from a broken jar
Part 8 - A Dead Tree Arises Heavenward
Part 9 - Balete - The Monster Tree
Part 10 - A Driftwood's Odyssey
Part 11 - Kapre - Monster or Nature Spirit?
Part 12 - Giants - Real and Imaginary - Mingle with Us
Part 13 - Nature's Deathbed: Dirge of a Dying Creek
Part 14 - Farewell to Old Sentinel Trees
Part 15 - Paradise Lost the Second Time Around
Part 16 - Nature's Message in Cryptobiology
Part 17 - Superstition is Encrypted in Cryptobiology.
A collection of Nature Spirit remains which resemble unique features of creatures and objects, a subject of pseudoscience called cryptobiology. On display at the author's residence at the Living with Nature Center in San Vicente Ilocos Sur.
Search for the Incredible
Media with the advancement of science and technology have embellished findings and reports about a "third world of creatures". The platypus is among nature's most unlikely animals. In fact, the first scientists to examine a specimen believed they were the victims of a hoax. If the Red Wood (Sequoia) was not discovered, no one would believe in its enormous size compared with high rise buildings. How many creatures completely unfamiliar to most of us live in a drop of pond water? In terms of biological diversity, 90 percent of living things remain unknown and unidentified, more so if we include the prototype and extinct organisms since life appeared three billion years ago.
I am the ghost that walksfrom a forest before;I am the conscience of mansleeping in its core.I am the memoryfrom the distant past;lost among the throng,living in the dust.I came from Paradise lost,orphaned by the First Sin;the hands that cared for mecan't now be seen.I long for a heaven, too,a gift of being good and true,but if heaven is only for man,I did serve him through.But I am a ghost now.Would man join me for a walkto tell the world the storyof a once mighty oak? ~
Author's Note: Is the kapre that dwells in old big trees true after all? Utter tabi tabi (bari bari Ilk) while making your way on an unbeaten path. Pour a few drops of your drink before you down your glass. Have you heard the song of a whale? How about that of a mermaid? Anaconda can grow up to 20 meters long! You are lucky if you can pick a leaf of makahiya (Mimosa pudica) fresh and not drooping. If you find a four-leaf clover don't miss the lottery. ~
Front view of the icon shows stubs of appendages; back view reveals hollowed body, a good resonator for a speaker.
What leads reality to fantasy, we surmise;the saga of the Pied Piper of Hamlyn,Jules Verne's Kraken, Loch Ness monster,from fantasy to reality stories rise.Nostradamus prophesy, Malthus' theory;the Bible - fiction, science, tales, allmixed up in archives and social mediawhere one is led to think and feel free.Scientific protocol: Koch's Postulate,Linnaeus' nomenclature, Mendeleev's,computer prediction models of today,Quarks and Higgs Boson as of late.To where do all these lead us, we ask,after moon landing, soon to planet Mars;if fantasy a means of escape from reality,then rationality is but a fateful mask. ~
Cryptobotany or cryptophytology is a field related to cryptozoology, dedicated to the study and search for formally undescribed plants. Due to their nature, cryptid plants are far less common than cryptid animals.
- Cryptid plants are generally reported from inaccessible tropical regions, and many are carnivorous plants, such as man-eating trees or vampire plants. There is no single dedicated work on cryptobotany, but the largest collections of information regarding carnivorous cryptid plants are contained in Karl Shuker's The Beasts That Hide From Man (2003) and Roy P. Mackal's Searching for Hidden Animals (1980).
- Bernard Heuvelmans stated in the foreword to A Living Dinosaur? (1987) that his proudest achievement related to the Congo dragon cryptids was cryptobotanical: in Les Derniers Dragons d'Afrique (1978), based on advice from Armad Bouquet, he had correctly identified the plant described as the mokele-mbembe's favourite food, "a kind of liana with large white blossoms, with a milky sap and apple-like fruits," as a species of Landolphia. A sample of the liana collected two years later was identified as Landolphia mannii. (Source: Cryptozoology Encyclopedia, Internet)
- "I object to the allegation that cryptobotany is a total pseudoscience. This is totally POV. Maybe the article (not this article) has things the wrong way round. Some cryptobotany may well be pseudoscience, but it is also true to say that some "respectable" botanists are cryptobotanists, since they are looking for unknown or hidden (crypto) plants. Someone who looks for rare orchids is as much a cryptobotanist as someone who looks for man-eating trees. There is just an artificial boundary that creates a false division between the two." --MacRusgail (talk) 10:45, 15 October 2008 (UTC) Wikipedia ~
If the Phoenix bird a cryptid, so with the kaprein the balete in children's book;Out of a broken jar emerges an reptile-like tree,with menacing poise and look.They have stood sentinel in the forest and plain,guardian against man's unendinggreed and folly for material wealth, honor, fame -telling him the cause of his suffering. **
Balete has indeed a bad reputation. In fact its real name is strangler’s fig because it slowly strangles its host tree to death, using its trunk as if it were its own until it decomposes underneath its interlacing roots and branches. Years after nothing can be traced of its once benevolent host.
The juvenile balete is popularly made into bonsai, and the young tree is domesticated into shrub and grace our homes, roadside and parks.
Anyone who gets near an old balete will develop goose bumps. Imagine walking along Balete Drive (Quezon City) at night and meet a white lady.
Part 10 - A Driftwood's Odyssey
They occupy a respectable place in Philippine literature, but versions in comics, movies and animations are creating different images of this mythological huge, black and hairy, creature.
“Did you hear that?” I was startled by a mysterious moaning in the dark. I switched on the headlight.
“What is it?” Cecille sleepily responded.
“It’s a strange sound, like someone agonizing.” I said while straining my eyes on the sugarcane fields on both sides of the road.
We had just parked along a newly opened road of the North Diversion somewhere in Tarlac that night. My wife and I were driving to Manila after a vacation in our hometown in Ilocos. I was so tired driving; I pulled our Ford Escort to the grass lane for a brief rest, and switched off the engine.
Then. “Did you hear that?” Cecille shook me. It was the same agonizing sound I heard earlier, and it was getting louder!
I switched on the headlight, and there stood at the opposite side of the road a tall figure the outline of the Colossus of Rhodes – black and hairy, so huge I could barely see his torso.
Instinctively I started the engine and stepped on the gas. Cecille moved close to me as the monster took another step toward us. We escaped in the nick of time.
Since then I became popular with children. “Tell us about the kapre!” And they would gather around clinging to one another. It reminded me of Lola Basiang, the story teller of folklores and legends.
My story became known to my friends and officemates. It was the cause of a meeting suddenly losing its agenda to the kapre. Everyone had something to say about the mythical monster. They talked about kapre living atop big old trees, along rivers and lakes. One related his experience while clearing the vines clinging around a large tree when suddenly he noticed blood dripping from above.
He looked up. Kapre!
Old folks say there are different kinds of kapre. There is even one taking over abandoned houses and empty buildings. There is kapre on empty playgrounds, farms and pastures. Kapre in gambling places, like the cockpit, kapre appearing suddenly in a group picture.
Since then we didn’t have to stay in office late. We had to finish our work early so we would not be taking the stairway that is seldom used, or hear typewriters clicking when everyone had already left. We won’t be passing dark alleys on our way home.
Children who heard the story of the kapre would stop playing at dusk. The farmer looks at the leaves of acacia, and when they start drooping, starts walking for home. Everyone in the family must be home for supper.
Because of the kapre, trees are spared of the ruthless chain saw. People passing through thickets politely whisper, “tabi tabi, po.” Fishermen catch just enough fish for their family’s need. Harvest festivals are observed even if harvest is not good.
Indeed there are different kinds of kapre. And they abound everywhere.
When I was buying a new battery for my car and told the salesman how I encountered a kapre one dark night, he handed me a new brand of battery.
“Sir, makakasiguro kayo dito.” (Sir, you are very safe with this battery.) ~
Playing with the Kapre
He is a friend, he is an enemy;
the world is divided in two;
but who is friend, who is enemy,
when you talk about kapre?
He can be seen, to others unseen,
appears to one, not to another;
at daytime or in the evening;
it's his choice. Oh, brother!
He is kind, although scary;
seldom loved and feared by most,
lonely and misunderstood;
unlike any other ghost;
He watches children passing by
prods them home before dark;
warns them not to tarry where
danger lurks, where dogs bark.
He watches fruits until they're ripe
and shoos away trespassers,
makes loggers sick from guilt,
keeps the menagerie from hunters
He sways in the trees and comes down
awhile to the young in company;
teaching them in discreet allegory
a unique children's story.
Can you describe the kapre, his looks, habits and places he frequents? What is the counterpart of the kapre in other countries? Where does he live? Is he diurnal or nocturnal? Or crepuscular (active during dusk)? Is there reason for the kapre to exist? In the first place, does he (It is believed to be male) really exist? What is his mission, if any?
Giants in fiction stories and novels are virtually endless.
- Take the case of Gulliver of Lilliput by Jonathan Swift. King Kong the ape monster that crushed cares and leveled buildings.
- Greek mythology would not be as exciting if there were no giants. Giants made Hercules a legendary hero. Imagine the giants he fought - the cyclops, the hydra, among others, during his ten years of wandering. Remember the Minotaur - half man, half bull - whom Theseus killed in order to liberate the monster's hostages?
- How big was Goliath in the bible whom the boy hero, David slew?
- Then we have our own Bernardo Carpio, and Angalo (PHOTO), most popular Philippine epics.
- A favorite bedtime story is Jake and Beanstalk. I wonder how the story can lull children to sleep - specially when the giant comes crushing down to earth!
- Recently Honey I Shrunk the Kids and its opposite - Honey I Blew Up the Baby became cinema's box office attractions.
Part 13
Nature's Deathbed
Dirge of a Dying Creek
"I am dying, dear mother, I long for you and my kin;
I choke with debris, laden with waste matter,
my banks are no more, concrete walls have taken over,
I am dying mother ..."
Dr Abe V Rotor
The afternoon sun casts an aura of the creek's once beautiful state with trees and shrubs lining its banks. Now the creek is virtually dead - biologically. Note highly polluted water and dumped quarry materials blocking the natural waterway. (Parallel Aurora Blvd, QC)
Balete or Strangler's Fig clings on an adobe rock cliff.
Views of middle stream, and upper stream to the east. The creek is now an open sewer, ugly, obnoxious
Outgrowth extends over the creek as if to hide its pathetic condition and man's indifference from public view,
Just across the creek to the north lies a man-made pond of the Oasis - serene and aesthetic, except the foul air of Carbon Dioxide, Hydrogen Sulfide, methane, ammonia and other gases, being emitted by the nearby creek
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Dirge of a Dying Creek
Once upon a time, so the story goes, clouds gather
from the sea and land, cumulus to nimbus,
falling as rain, drenching the trees and grass and all,
and down the lake and river and field it goes.
I was born this way, like my kin, many miles away,
children of Pasig River, seat of a civilization,
the artery of vast Laguna Lake and historic Manila Bay,
and I, a tributary of this magnificent creation.
I lived in the stories of Balagtas the poet laureate,
in Rizal's novels, Abelardo's Kundiman song,
I throbbed with the happy heart of a living system,
like the Rhine, Danube, Nile and Mekong.
I am part of history, obedient to man and nature's will,
I gave him clean water and fish, I sang lullaby;
laughed with the children at play under my care,
through generations and time sweetly went by.
Seasons come and go, the story goes on - ad infinitum -
but where are the birds that herald habagat?
where have all the children gone after class, in summer?
reflection on my water, green carpet on my rock?
I am dying, dear mother, I long for you and my kin,
I choke with debris, laden with waste matter,
my banks are no more, concrete walls have taken over,
I am dying mother - but my mother doesn't answer;
my mother doesn't answer.~
Twice the lifetime of man, three generations span,these pioneer trees grew sans plan,but providence - until the emergence of modern man,cleared forests to farmland to urban.And soon their genes decline, and they'll be gone,and new varieties are up to come:dwarf and tame, their fruits in golden, red to tan,engineered by the genius of man.Nature needs no genius, as long as there's the sun,the elements, not even a Green Thumb;for millions and millions of years in that great spanshe has managed well without man.Goodbye to these old sentinels as they are known,dying gradually season after season,dying with Mother Earth in waste and greedy boon,prelude to man's following soon. ~
Cattle ranch on a steep slope ripped off the skin of the mountain in Santa, Ilocos Sur - an example of the irreversible ill consequences of "Tragedy of the Commons." *
Sunken town of Pantabangan Nueva Ecija resurfaces during a extreme drought. Nature is sacrificed to human needs, more so to human wants in pursuit of affluence.
Death of cities is on the rise all over the world.
But more walls are built dividing cultures and politics.
Superstition is Encrypted in Cryptobiology.
2. The kingfisher’s throaty voice is a call of death, so the old folks say.
6. “Flowers” on fingernails means a relative is going to die.
White maps on fingernails are a sign of malnutrition, mainly calcium. It means the skeletal system is also weak. Unless corrected, this condition may lead to poor physical condition, health problems – and death.
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