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Zodiac killer code: mapping the way to Sirius

 I have an avid interest in cyphers and codes stretching back to my childhood. I guess it started when a teacher in our school read us, 8 year old second graders, a story about how Lenin tricked intelligence agents from “okhranka” (tsarist secret service).  Yep, this was a story from Russian language textbooks for the 2 grade. I know it sounds insane and weird, but we had many stories in our books about Great patriotic war, communist revolution and Lenin: how he liked kids, or made a friend with illiterate bricklayer, who didn’t know whom he spoke to, etc. It was in the beginning of 80’s in the Soviet Union, and school education was a part of global brainwashing program, I believe. I have no regrets though, as we had great time at school, education was free and very good and that stories in the textbooks were interesting.Back to the cyphers. That story about Lenin and okhranka agents contained some references to the simple way of coding, by book, and the way to do so. Apparently if you use milk instead of ink for writing, nobody can see what there’s something written.  To see the message you should hold the page above heat for a while, and transparent lines will become visible. So while in prison Lenin could communicate in this way: he’d shape some bread as ink-pot, pour milk in there and write with it; after he’d finish he’d eat his “inkpot” (milkpot?) and “ink” left; having a nice meal of milk and bread. Secret agents never could catch him; moreover, in such a manner he wrote a couple of books in between lines of some French novels he was allowed to read.I loved this story. Soon I started to research and develop cyphers and ways of communication with my friends, our neighbours kids myself. To omit details, I even took a course on structural linguistics/cracking cyphers at university later. It was very exciting indeed, and I was happy to learn from one of the students of prof. Yuri Knorozov, who amongst other things decyphered Mayan script and later on his life “located” mythical place of origin of Meso-American people, known as Chichomoztoc, which is slightly out of scope of this post, though a very fascinating subject. So I’ll put a picture here, but won’t tell you why at this point:

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 The seven caves of Chicomoztoc, from Historia Tolteca-Chichimeca.

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So what I think…

I was chatting with Silvia today, and she told me what putting memories in eternity is very intimidating.
It is indeed, we need to extract them as we take out meet from a crab: first, dismember the corpse and then suck in.

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Memories tend do hide. They like to stay in the shadows. They like privacy.

I love Internet. It makes privacy Universal.

I feel excited, looking at the blank field of my new post.

It reminds me Genesis. My fingers over 28 letters of familiar alphabet are the one of a creator. If I perform a little magic and put them together, the lines of symbols on the screen will transform into something else. It has a message in it. It is like a DNA string:

No death

How we encode our life is entirely our responsibility.

A rich life you can’t put in a few words. There are just to many things to say. So what I think is: important is not where to start, but to start writing. There is no such thing as importance, actually. All the memories and dreams are equally important.

Boris,

Far too deep! Even I couldn’t write this much philosophy in English, even if I were a missionary with an agenda.

But I did forward this to a friend.

Regards,

Kai———- Forwarded message ———-
So I decided write simply about what I feel like writing now, not have to.

I remember I’ve read once a book. It didn’t have the end and the first 50 pages were missing. So I could learn only about the middle of the story. I could just guess it’s beginning and possible end. I still don’t know the title and the name of author.

My life is such a book.

I actually remember myself like this:

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Memorycemetery is also such a story, but with many storytellers. Let’s just type in whatever we like in this space, like in a game where you write something, fold the paper and pass it on around friends to make a tale.

Boris Kislitsin

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Universal language

My life is a code.

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