Sending messages to someone or someplace has always been a challenge. There are obstacles along the way: lack of light to read the message, poor weather that threatens the destruction of the message (or letter), loss of the medium that contained the message (my dog ate my homework!), scribbled and possibly unreadable handwriting, not enough ink in the printer, my captors don’t want me to contact anyone, certainly if the enemy read this message there would be dire consequences for my compatriots….
When sending, transmitting, delivering, or passing the information on to the next station, there is always the anticipation of “did the message arrive as intended?” Over thousands of years humans have developed many systems for passing messages that have a message inside the message. One can only understand the intended message if one knows the method of how the original message was hidden within the ‘clutter, metaphors, extraneous words, letters, numbers, or mechanical means’ that may have created or surround the message. For this short introduction, we will call this encryption.
1h12e123l1234l1o12 123w1234o1r12l123d
This message was created by taking the first letter of the message (1)
and then counting (2) more letters and keeping the next letter
and then counting (3) more letters and keeping the next letter
and then counting (4) more letters and keeping the next letter
and then repeating the sequence.
You should end of with
hello world
To complicate this procedure, if the numbers used were replaced with random letters and symbols you would have
shfveefglgmbzljo5k k%zwo93}osrx&lV$ad
Pretty indecipherable! (shorter messages are harder to decode, not enough patterns) PLUS you might have to guess in what language is the message!
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Sometimes we overlook hidden messages in life’s journey because we are traveling too fast to ‘see’ or ‘hear’ the metaphors, analogies and guideposts that life provides. Sometimes we haven’t had the opportunity of someone helping us with this concept. Poetry is ostensibly terrible to some. Paintings contain messages or maybe they don’t.
Someone once said, “Truth is like a hidden stone in one’s path that causes us to fall. Most people get back up and never look at the viewpoint that raised its head.”
How is the growth of a tree like a human’s quest for maturity?
Do we ever enter a dark or light period of our growth?
A seed falls by the wayside. What are the obstacles the this seed will face in its attempt for maturity?
Is nature rewardingly encrypted for those who have ‘eyes to see and ears to hear’?
When sending, transmitting, delivering, or passing the information on to the next station, there is always the anticipation of “did the message arrive as intended?” Over thousands of years humans have developed many systems for passing messages that have a message inside the message. One can only understand the intended message if one knows the method of how the original message was hidden within the ‘clutter, metaphors, extraneous words, letters, numbers, or mechanical means’ that may have created or surround the message. For this short introduction, we will call this encryption.
1h12e123l1234l1o12 123w1234o1r12l123d
This message was created by taking the first letter of the message (1)
and then counting (2) more letters and keeping the next letter
and then counting (3) more letters and keeping the next letter
and then counting (4) more letters and keeping the next letter
and then repeating the sequence.
You should end of with
hello world
To complicate this procedure, if the numbers used were replaced with random letters and symbols you would have
shfveefglgmbzljo5k k%zwo93}osrx&lV$ad
Pretty indecipherable! (shorter messages are harder to decode, not enough patterns) PLUS you might have to guess in what language is the message!
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Sometimes we overlook hidden messages in life’s journey because we are traveling too fast to ‘see’ or ‘hear’ the metaphors, analogies and guideposts that life provides. Sometimes we haven’t had the opportunity of someone helping us with this concept. Poetry is ostensibly terrible to some. Paintings contain messages or maybe they don’t.
Someone once said, “Truth is like a hidden stone in one’s path that causes us to fall. Most people get back up and never look at the viewpoint that raised its head.”
How is the growth of a tree like a human’s quest for maturity?
Do we ever enter a dark or light period of our growth?
A seed falls by the wayside. What are the obstacles the this seed will face in its attempt for maturity?
Is nature rewardingly encrypted for those who have ‘eyes to see and ears to hear’?