In The Time of Daffodils : A Star Wars Fable

Specious, the dreaded Sith Lord, stands on the bridge of his star-ship. His gaze extends far, far beyond the specks of light visible in the expanse of space. He sees the ripples in the force, he scours the Galaxy seeking those little sparks of force-sensitive life.

Specious is old, old from devouring life, weary from anger and vengeance and cruelty. He is tired, and the old games of cat and mouse don’t thrill him anymore. His apprentice is out there now, tightening his grip around the necks of the beaurocratic officials of Specious’ empire. Specious sees his own madness reflected in his apprentice. This endless thirst for power and control that leads nowhere. On his throne of thrones, Emperor of the Galaxy, feared by all his denizens, Specious is coming to find that his whole life has been a sort of sad joke. The Force is laughing at him. The Jedi are laughing at him. It has all been meaningless, and brought him nothing.

Specious’ apprentice, Lord Razin, does not share his master’s obsession with the Jedi. For centuries Specious hunted the Jedi. He fed on their life energy, extending his own life beyond any Jedi or Sith he has encountered in life or legend. But not even this can bring him satisfaction.

Out there, in the web of the Force, little sparks of light are growing and gathering. How long has Specious been the King Spider of this web? And yet, he has never succeeded in snuffing out the Jedi. The light always seems to rekindle itself out of nothing. For many years Specious has suspected that somewhere out there is a Master of Light, older even than Specious and capable of bending the Force to mask his own presence. Perhaps it is this Master who goes on initiating new Jedi, ensuring that the lineage is never lost. This idea is the only that brings Specious any semblance of excitement anymore. Perhaps he longs for a worthy opponent who could put an end to his miserable existence. But maybe, just maybe…

The idea is ludicrous. How could he, Lord Specious the Terrible, return to the Light? It’s inconceivable. Specious knows he must suffer his fate, and he is ready.

“There,” he points his skeletal finger at a solitary star blinking in the void. “That is where we must go.”

He taps his finger on the holo-console and selects the star from a field of millions. To the uninitiated, the stars are distant islands of life scattered in a vast emptiness, eternally disconnected. But those who see through the eyes of the Force see things differently. Specious sees, when he allows himself to, that there is no separation. The whole cosmos is woven of the Force, and brighter even than the stars are those beings who have learned to tap into this omnipresent field.

And on a distant planet that seems light-years away, these very beings are now gathering.

“Chart your course, lieutenant.”

“Yes Sir,” responds Specious’ captain, and in a matter of moments the Vessel goes into hyperdrive, slipping between the folds of space and time.


On the planet of Kawaiis, something rather unusual is happening. Jedi are celebrating. The Universe is in darkness, throttled by the Sith, and yet, the Jedi are celebrating!

They are young and they have found each other. From distant corners of the Galaxy, each has heard and heeded the call that brought them to Kawaiis.

Jenna, the beautiful and rebellious Princess of Alon who can tame even the fiercest animals.

Marko, the philosophical mystic whose understanding of the Force goes far beyond words, whose very presence is palpably entrancing.

Tai, the brilliant and soft-spoken leader of the group.

and Esma, poet and musician of the Force, whose very voice has the power to heal.

These four are not warriors, they’ve never even seen a lightsaber. They heal the wounds in the Force through their very presence, through their joy and their freedom. They walk by the Grace of their Master.

None of them have ever met their Master in the flesh, but each has gelt the Divine Hand of Guidance leading them to this moment. They too have come to meet the Master of Light. Just by meeting each other, it as though they have come to meet themselves.

Indescribable bliss flows from the meeting on Kawaiis. Throughout the Galaxy, business goes on as usual. Lord Razin is oblivious to the outpouring of Light, his mind focused on the little dramas of his bureaucratic life.

But the ripples travel through the Force. The plants can feel this Ecstasy, they babble happily to one another. And those who are connected to nature through their hearts can feel a new vibration of joy rippling through.

Now the celebration has quieted down. Esma’s flute sings softly into the warm murmur of night, and the four friends sit around a fire under the majestic light of the moon and stars.

“Rapture…” Marko whispers. “I met a man once, in my home world, who was madly in love with a woman he had seen only once. He was working at the docks, scrubbing the facade of a loading bay, when he noticed her boarding a Class-1 star-ship. There was something about her… he couldn’t put it into words, it was just a recognition. She turned around and saw him too, and he said she almost didn’t board her ship. But she was distracted by an attendant ushering her onboard… she cast one last glance back and then disappeared into the ship.

He was so in love with her he said every cell in his body felt as though it were on fire. And he showed me something remarkable: He put his hand into a flame and it didn’t burn. His skin didn’t even redden. And even though he felt all the pain of his lost love, he struck me as one of the happiest people I’ve ever met.”

“What happened?” asked Esma, putting down her flute. “Did he ever see her again?”

“I don’t know,” said Marko. “I hope so.”

“I read once that the Ancient Jedi disapproved of romantic love,” said Jena. “Why do you think that is?”

“Why would anyone disapprove of Love?” asked Tai. “Without Love there would be no Life. There would be no Force.”

“If the Jedi disapproved they must have had a reason,” said Esma. “Their wisdom told them that detachment and solitude would be for the highest good. But we have our own lives to live, our own stories to write. I wouldn’t want my life to tell future generations that there’s anything wrong with a natural desire for companionship and intimacy. I would rather encourage them to trust their own experience and wisdom, and be happy and free.”

“Also, many of the Ancient Jedi were warriors,” reminded Marko, “and losing a loved one can easily drive a warrior to rage and vengeance. Those are difficult paths to turn away from once you act on those impulses.”

“Can we say a prayer for all those who have known the Force and lost their way?” asked Esma.

At that very moment, the Vessel entered Kawaiis’ atmosphere a few miles from where the friends were sitting, an enormous meteor carrying a tail of fire and steam.

“It’s Lord Specious,” said Tai.

They had all known this moment might come. Strangely enough, none felt the cold grip of fear. There was just a heightened awareness. Along with the presence of Lord Specious was another Presence, a voice calling from the forest, calling Her children home.

“It’s our Master,” said Jena. “She is calling to us.”

As one unit, they headed into the forest. Bioluminescent plants and insects lit up a path through the woods, which eventually brought them into a clearing encircled by four great trees. In the middle of the clearing stood a large black obelisk. The obelisk had four sides, and on each side was a different colored crystal.

Marko ran his hand over the obelisk. “It’s obsidian,” he said.

Each of the four found themselves attracted to a side of the obelisk, to a different color crystal. And as they placed their hands on the crystals, they discovered that the crystals were held in place by some sort of magnetism, but slid easily out of their grooves.

“What are they?” asked Jena, mesmerized. Her purple crystal began to speak to her.

All of life is one crystalline consciousness. You, your mind, your personality, are just one perfectly unique facet of infinite consciousness. The crystal you hold in your hand resonates with your unique soul signature.

Once upon a time, Jedi used these crystals to power their lightsabers. These crystals represent your power. But they represent much more than that. They represent your integrity and your love. They act as a bridge between your mind and cosmic consciousness. They allow you to speak with the Divine Mother, and seek guidance and illumination.

In time, you will find your own ways to use your crystals. For now, just know that they are the guarantee of my Grace.

Everyone heard the message, in their own way. Marko’s crystal was blue, and he understood how all life was a crystalline language, a script which reveals its essence as we surrender to it. He could read the script of his own life, and it set him free.

Tai’s crystal was orange, like a soft sun or rich honey. He felt every cell in his body activating as a little mirror crystal, with a great stillness, relaxed integrity that poured energy into his heart.

Esma’s crystal was a beautiful emerald green and she knew, instantly, that all plants and trees and blades of grass are exquisite, flowing, living crystals. Each crystal communicating through creative resonance. And at the heart of this mystery language, one message:

“I am You. We are Whole.”


“Lord Specious, our scanners show four life forms in the clearing ahead.”

“Very well, lieutenant. I will go on alone.”

The captain did not argue, he knew better than to question his Master’s orders. “Hold position, men” he said over the com, as the old Sith Lord walked steadily on.

Lord Specious did not know what he would do when he confronted the young Jedi. Perhaps they would attack, out of fear, and he would destroy them. Perhaps they would run, and he would simply watch them flee. He could see only these two options. Could there be a third?

He stepped into the clearing and the Jedi were gone. Were they hiding? He could not see even a trace of them in the force. But…

There was something strange about the obelisk. The black stone was a blind spot in the Force. It cloaked the whole clearing in darkness.

Specious approached the obelisk cautiously and studied the carvings on the outside. Ancient, far older than he, but he recognized a few of the designs. They were of some imporance to the Ancient Jedi, symbolizing the balance of Light and Dark.

Finally, he touched his tired hand to the obsidian.

The obsidian spoke to him about darkness. All he had gained in his turbulent life was shown to be nothing. His empire, his ships, no more than clouds in the sky. Only a dream.

Every wound he had ever inflicted, every cruelty and deception, pointed back to a single wound. A great pain housed deep in the cells of his body. A cancer that was eating him from within. His whole life had been nothing more than an attempt to control this cancer and keep it at bay. But he was done struggling. Eat me, be done with it, he said, and surrendered.


After about an hour, Specious’ lieutenant worked up the courage to step into the clearing and see what had happened to his Master. The only trace he could find was Specious’ unmistakable handprint scorched into the surface of the obelisk. There was no sign of a struggle, only birdsong and wind blowing gently through the trees.

When Razin learned of his Master’s demise at the hands of four powerful Jedi warriors, fear gripped his heart. He loaded a ship with gold and priceless artifacts and fled to a distant star system.

With the disappearance of their Sith overlords, the Empire began to buckle and shake under the pressure of the popular uprisings, triggered, to some degree, by rumors of the return of the Jedi.

Meanwhile, four friends travelled through the Galaxy, sharing their knowledge of the Force and awakening a new revolution… a revolution of peace and joy.


What if I Lost You Tomorrow?

What if I lost you tomorrow?

What if you lost me tomorrow?

We are sand slipping through

One another’s fingers

We can be

Moments of joy

In oceans of turmoil

Or we can be

Awakening to the sunrise

Seeing ourselves

In the breeze

Immortal children

Meeting each other


We can be the light

That makes the whole world shine

Without leaving a trace

We are two lovers

Sitting in the auditorium

Seeing our love reflected on the stage

In ways too beautiful and funny

They take our breath away

On the stage is you

And on the stage is me

But if all the actors leave

The curtains come down

And the lights go out

I’ll still feel you breathing

Right there next to me

I won’t know where I end

And you begin

With eyes closed

I am your whole

And you are my whole

We are


What if I lost you tomorrow?

Would you come find me?

Would I feel your smile

On the light of the sun?

Would I see you play

In the eyes of every child?

Would I hear your kind wisdom

Through a million voices

Ringing with insight?

Would I hear your voice

In another’s laughter

In some far-away music that strolls

Down a cobble-stone street

In a park somewhere?

If I lost you tomorrow

Would I meet you again


What if you lost me tomorrow?

Would you cry until you started to laugh

And would you laugh so deeply

That your whole life became a laughter?

Would you keep dancing?

And, dancing, meet me

As the wind picks up

And a leaf brushes against your leg

And the sound of friends laughing

Shatters your lonely silence?

Would you walk in my footsteps?

Would you meet me in the meadows of Mt Shasta?

Would you meet me in meditation

or contemplation

in my favorite book

or movie

or song?

Would you trace my ending

To my beginning

And find

That I was a circle all along?

And that you,

You too are a circle?

And seeing this, would you find

That I am still sitting right there beside you

In the empty theatre

That is your heart

Where we can never lose one another

Because we were never two

To begin with?

I love you, my dear

Now and forever

The Six Lines

This article is about the six lines of the I Ching hexagram, and how they can be understood as a universal pattern that can be applied to any field of inquiry. In particular, this article focuses on the Gene Keys transmission and its use of the six lines to understand different aspects of the human psyche.

Here are three hexagrams, and as you can see, each is composed of six lines:


In the Gene Keys transmission, every hexagram represents a quality of consciousness, a different aspect of what it means to be a self-aware being, and also a path for unveiling the eternal in the play of illusions.

The six lines offer us six perspectives, six angles of approach for the 64 universal qualities of consciousness. They range from the 1st line, the ground and foundation of the house, to the 6th line, the crow’s nest of the boat. By contemplating the six lines, their progression, and their mutations as they are applied, a simple and intuitive way of mapping our reality becomes available. We are invited to see the gifts and the pitfalls of each line, and relax ever more fully into our own embodiment.


The lines begin at the bottom and work their way up. The first line is the foundation, it’s about structure and essence. It’s about taking things apart to understand their fundamental level. It’s about building things, it’s about the assembly line and the joy of digging your hands into the clay. It’s about the soil, the prima materia, the self. The first line always asks us to consider the fundamentals, the most essential, and get deeply deeply grounded in that.


The second line is about two. It’s about the yin-and-yang. It’s about life as a dance. It’s about partnerships and passion and romance. The second line is water, it’s about flow, it’s about dynamism. The second line invites us to trust our natural gifts, to move through life with ease. The shadows of the second line lie in the co-dependent, sadomasochistic, push-and-pull dynamics that so often skew the flow of energy from one party to another.


The third line is about experience, expansion, experimentation. It’s about pleasure, joy, pushing boundaries, trying the unknown. It’s the line of fire and breakthrough! The third lines values process over result, the third line is an invitation to enjoy the trip, to play the game of life with beginner’s mind 🙂 The shadows of the third line include not seeing things through to the end, shadow evasion, self-destructive risk-taking and so on…

multi-petal-out-1024x981 The fourth line is the heart chakra! It is the line of community, of the many coming together as one. The fourth line governs our sense of belonging, it asks us to contribute our gifts to the community in a spirit of charity. The fourth line is the line of the server 🙂 The shadows that play out here can be sensed in the tension between conformity and rebellion, the need to cultivate individuality to the benefit of the community, rather than its detriment.


The fifth line is the line of leadership. It’s the line of the voice, of standing just above the community, on the platform, broadcasting your transmission. At its best, the fifth line magically wraps the inner essence of the community in words and ideas. At its worst, the fifth line deceives the community into supporting its own hidden agendas rooted in hatred and fear. As we rise through the lines, the potential for global impact rises as well, and we get a hint for the future potential of mankind, when the highest frequencies of consciousness become truly active through these higher lines.


The sixth line is the line of cosmic perspective! If the fifth line is the line of the Pope, the sixth line is the line of the mystic. It’s the line of reverence. It’s the line of time and depth, of the great teacher. The sixth line weaves those great systems of spirituality that guide us from the beginning of the journey to the very end. And, perhaps most mysterious of all, the sixth line opens to higher dimensions…


What lies beyond the six lines? Beyond the six lines is the mystery that is at the heart of each one of them.

For a greater understanding of the six lines, and how they apply to the Gene Keys hologenetic profile, consider registering for the Golden Path Program!

Guidance & Her Six Lines

Guidance & Her Six Lines

What follows is a creative contemplation of the 7th Gene Key, which is a spectrum of consciousness moving from division to guidance to virtue. The 7th Gene Key asks us to inquire into the true meaning of leadership, and contemplate the roles of virtue and receptivity in how we think of great leaders. This is what came to mind for me as I contemplated the meaning of Guidance and how that meaning shifts through the six lines of the I Ching.

To learn more about the Gene Keys, you can read my introduction and visit the website. And if you’re curious for more guidance, feel free to message me or leave a comment 🙂




Guidance always happens by the beat of the drum. You can still hear the beating of the drum–another time, another place, another dimension… but it lingers, in the deepest realms of the subconscious, the caves and closets of the psyche. These closets are where the monsters lurk, but they’re also portals to other worlds, where different laws prevail and magic is a way of life.

Guidance is an invitation and a seduction, in a way. Isn’t it a part of the human drama to simultaneously desire and resist guidance? We humans are strange beings, divided, conflicted, at war within ourselves and at war with the world. At war with the way things are. We make reality so difficult and complex. Born into this world, we see it through the conceptual language we’ve been taught from birth. The language that turns a tree into a tree, a desk into a desk, a toilet into a toilet. But everything is ineffable. From the very beginning, it is ineffable. It is entirely incomprehensible what anything is.

The living experience of this is exalted, it is fresh, in deep acceptance of pain or discomfort or just plain strangeness life simply blossoms! And virtue, what is virtue? When I think of Virtue, I see an ever-moving, ever-dancing beam of light that races through everything in existence. An eternal string of pure white light, that ties everything neatly together in an endless knot. The Light of Future Time, the ink in which all things are written. It is also a key of light! It spins and twirls as it dances from one lock to the next, which are all like the little chemical triggers of the DNA helix, catalyzing a centrally decentralized process of life-activation, life-scripting and outward expressiveness of the deep-within dance of life that sparks all endlessly.

Life is virtuous. The movement of life, which is expansive and expressive and self-illuminating, is Virtue. It is the essence of Virtue and moving boldly and courageously into the Future. Of embracing the ever-evolving nature of reality fully, in the now, and becoming One with That.

And guidance is just an invitation on this journey. An invitation into the here-now where all roles can be played out and everything that needs to be said can be said so that there is ultimately just a willingness to enter fully into the silence, and become the silence, and allow the silence to move, allow the silence to dance, which is just a sort of settling in of the silence into eternity.

Guidance takes many shapes. First line guidance is creation. This creation itself is guiding you. There is a play in these words, there is rhyme and rythm, form and function, there is something and there is nothing. The text takes you somewhere. Or at least, it seems to. What you see in the text is what you bring to it. The text cannot show you anything you did not already have. It can, at best, mirror something you were missing. Something you were not aware that you are aware of. You are perfect. You are whole. You are exactly where you need to be, you are exactly as you need to be. Maybe you had forgotten that you knew this. In that case, the creation can guide you back to your own space of knowing. But only if you surrender to the guidance. Which is to say, if you recognize that it is true. If you can recognize that Truth is True, then you have already arrived, you don’t need guidance because you are already there. You are the living embodiment of Virtue.

Second line guidance is the dance. Who leads in the dance? And where is the dance leading us to? From my experience, a dance doesn’t really lead anywhere. A great dance is for its own sake. It’s not about courting, it’s not about impressing, you dance because you love to dance. You go out dancing. You come in dancing. You stay dancing. You just dance! All of life is a dance! Everyone and everything is a dancer! Your challenges are dancers, your pleasures are dancers, your mind and body are dancers. Everything is just dancing, dancing, endlessly in love with the dance. That’s where a great dance guides us. Into love. Into loving the dance. Just a dance, just a dance, just an endless dance of words that invite your mind to bring the Light of Life to them and feel, deep, deep in your heart, that to Love the Dance is itself the highest Virtue.

The third line guidance is exploration. Christopher Columbus in the highest sense. This is not the conquering explorer, but the exploring child. The one who says, “Come on, y’all, let’s find out what’s over that hill!” Not to attain dominion over it, not to profit from it, not even because it’s better than what’s over here. Rather, because it will doubtlessly be just as amazing as what’s right here. Not because we’re bored with what’s right here, but because it has flowered, it has sang its song, and now the song of life is calling from over the next hill. Think of a bee going from flower to flower and buzzing with delight, so the other bees follow. That’s the third line guidance. You get so turned on by someone else’s enthusiasm that you can’t help but run after them.

Fourth line guidance. Now we come home. Now we come truly home, to our community, our heart-and-soul network of friends and family who make our lives possible. The people who we depend on and who depend on us. Not in the co-dependent sense, but in the interdependent sense. Not because we need one another to feel whole. We are already whole. But because everything we do affects everyone, and we all mirror aspects of one another. Because we cannot do anything to another without doing it to ourselves first. In fourth line guidance we are guiding others remembering that they are offering us a reflection, and we are guiding as members, rather than leaders, of a community. So our guidance is just one aspect of the collective momentum. And it may or may not be in alignment with that collective momentum. Nevertheless, it’s an undeniable part of it. Virtue, in a 4th line setting, is the ability to surrender to the collective without giving up your individual vision. If your vision supports the expansion and evolution of life, one day it will draw supporters. But if, out of anger or fear, you try to force others to adopt your vision, it will only create more conflict in the world, as people rally to attack or defend it.

Fifth line guidance brings out the voice of the leader. But more the rebel leader… the one who is calling out to the underdogs, rallying the troops to break through the barriers of the Past into the expanse of the Future. Virtue here is what they taught me in Tae Kwon Do when I was 8 : Don’t envision your hand hitting the board, envision your hand having already gone through the board. 5th line Virtue doesn’t see itself colliding with the Opposition, it has already gone through, gone beyond, any Opposition. It has already arrived at wholeness. It is only within the leela of time that Opposition exists to be met and transcended. 5th line Virtue is the living embodiment of our Utopian future. It is Utopia Now! It is the Future that plunges relentlessly into the Past, tracking the Core Wound to its very roots…

Which brings us to the sixth line. For the sixth line, there is only One Guide. The One Guide. Like the center of the black hole, that draws all life into itself, even light. The One Guide is Death. Death is the only gateway to Life, and all life eventually leads back to Death. Death has always been there guiding us, telling us where not to go, what not to do. Because Death is Life. Life’s investment is to flourish, and Death’s objective is to clear away all that has served its purpose to Life. All that has blossomed and is now wilting away. It can be a kind of scary vision, as it’s rather impersonal. But if we can surrender to the guidance of Life and Death, we will always find ourselves walking into the Light. Into the pure light of unity and effortlessness. Of finding ourselves to be One with Life and Death, and experience this as the ultimate Virtue. The Virtue of Being Life and Death. This guidance is the watercourse way, it’s the Tao. “Life takes care of life,” as Mooji says. And death takes care of death! So what is there to do?

Between Division and Virtue, between Hell and Heaven, sits Guidance, the bridge for crossing currents, the tight-rope walker. Walking steadily into the future, she does not move. Dancing around all life’s challenges, she does not budge from her own integrity. Diving ever into the unknown, she is always arriving home. In the ever-evolving dynamic of the community, she knows that all is well. She invites us into ourselves. She heals all divisions. She gives us the ability to see with One Eye, through the veil of Maya.

And by the beat of her drum, everything of true beauty happens.


Scott & Nicole