The next morning, Cassie sat down to work on her speech. The event was just four days away, but her mind kept wandering back to the conversation from the day before. She knew Jake would be in meetings all day, and Rexanne was out of town with the kids, visiting her aunt in Cheyenne. Left alone, Cassie’s mind tended to drift, one of her weaknesses.

At that moment, she found herself on Google, looking up “wah-wah.” She discovered that George Harrison had written a song called “Wah-Wah,” aimed at Paul McCartney. It was British slang for “headache,” and the lyrics played in her head: “Now I don’t need no wah-wahs. And I know how sweet life can be.”

Feeling stuck, Cassie wandered over to Jake’s bookshelf, leafing through some of his old writings. She didn’t have time to dive into anything deeply, but skimming the pages gave her a sense of his struggles. Before she knew it, night had fallen. She quickly made herself a sandwich, took a bath, and promised herself she’d get up early to make real progress the next morning.

The following morning, Cassie thought she had finally landed on a theme for her speech. But a passing thought reminded her of something she’d skimmed in one of Jake’s books, and that’s when her real mistake began—she went searching for the passage. Time slipped by, and before long, it was past lunchtime.

Frustrated, she decided to soak in the hot tub, hoping it might spark some creativity. With none of Jake’s books within reach and only a notepad and pen beside her, she was determined to focus.

As she relaxed, her mind wandered back to Jake. There was something about his life story that connected to the concept of the Game of Life. She found herself psychoanalyzing him, picking apart the way his childhood had shaped him. His upbringing had been emotionally barren, filled with rigid parochial schools, where he was conditioned to distrust his own thoughts. They had mocked any emotional display as a weakness, calling it a spiritual flaw.

In that world, it was only results that mattered. Jake had been branded a “social misfit” by his own family, and the rabbis had dismissed his opinions. His self-confidence had eroded under that weight. She recalled a line from one of his books: “Listening to the Inner Voice is problematic, for Conscience and Arrogance sound very much alike.”

His family relationships, according to Jake, had all been one-sided. Despite his efforts, one by one, they had pushed him away. Cassie still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that Jake even had siblings. Unless, of course, they were just characters he’d made up to illustrate his point.

As the hours slipped away and her deadline loomed, Cassie refocused. She wondered what she could take from Jake’s self-reflections. His struggles seemed to stem from a lack of trust in his Inner Voice, and that, she thought, might hold the key to her speech.

Cassie remembered something Vimh had once told her: God gives us a way to distinguish between the true Inner Voice and the noise created by our minds. It was a litmus test—our emotions. Positive emotions come from the Soul, while negative ones come from the Brain. In any situation, when hearing an internal voice, we should check our feelings. It is that simple.

With that realization, the next morning Cassie easily finished her speech notes. She knew exactly how she would end her message—by reassuring her audience that “a friend’s” remedy for self-doubt could apply to the nation as well. In uncertain times, we should all take a moment to check our emotions.

Cassie sat anxiously in the green room, her fingers tapping on her knees. The murmur of the growing crowd outside only made her nerves worse, each sound feeling louder than the last. Her heart raced, pounding in sync with the noise. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, but even the hum of the lights seemed unbearably loud.

 “Place is filling up, Cass,” Rexanne said, peeking through the curtains. Cassie couldn’t bring herself to look.

Cassie, trying to sound more confident than she felt, said, “You do the intro. I give my speech. Then there’s a short Q&A. And when I blink my right eye, you’ll come up and wrap it up. You remember, right?”

Rexanne didn’t answer right away. Cassie’s stomach dropped. “You promised!” she added, her voice a bit sharper than intended.

At exactly eight o’clock, Seattle stepped up to the podium, and the crowd exploded in applause. The usual routine followed—music, a moment of silence, and meditation. Then came the introduction.

Rexanne took the stage and, as expected, reminded everyone why they were there—to hear Cassie. Most of the crowd had never met her, maybe heard her name once or twice. This was their first chance to see her in person, and Cassie could almost feel their curiosity pressing in.

Rexanne began with how they met, speaking warmly about their deep friendship. She wove in stories about their parallel spiritual journeys, how their paths had crossed and intertwined in surprising ways.

Then, she touched on Cassie’s transformative work with Dr. Newton. She mentioned the discoveries Cassie had made, linking it to the audio tapes that some in the audience had helped transcribe.

Finally, Rexanne closed with a hint of mystery. “Much of what Cassie has uncovered hovers in the realm of the prophetic, the unknown. But to me, it’s no mystery why she was chosen by Spirits to share this enlightenment with the world. She is simply … gifted. And – she is our gift.”

The crowd cheered loudly as Cassie was invited to the stage. She took a deep breath and walked out, her pulse pounding in her ears. After all the preparation and anxiety, her speech lasted a mere twelve minutes.

The Q&A session stretched on, filling the rest of the hour. Throughout, Cassie kept her focus, occasionally sneaking a glance at Rexanne, waiting for just the right moment to give her the signal to bring it all to a close.

Of the more than 100 people who attended Cassie’s talk at the Fred Vogt Chapel on the Mile Hi campus, around 30 became devoted ‘Goldies.’ These dedicated members attended every GOLDigger meeting and served on one or more of the working teams.

The first meeting of the newly restructured GOLDiggers took place at Jake’s house on August 2, 2010. From the start, the group proved to be incredibly productive. They outlined the tasks ahead and assigned responsibilities to each attendee.

The big decision that night was to produce a white paper entitled The Game of Life, based on the content from the two audio cassettes, plus interviews with Cassie.

This effort, of course, would be a work in process because each new Dr. Newton Sesson that Cassie attended would yield a new audio tape. And this tape would have to be transcribed. Naturally, any new insights gleaned from the session transcript would have to be woven into the expanding manuscript.

Cassie preferred to stay out of the day-to-day work, opting instead to review the progress with fresh eyes every now and then.

Goldies had divided themselves into different work groups formed, each with its own goals and deadlines. One was the Transcription team.

Another, the Topics Grouping team was of particular interest to Cassie, and even Jake. They were using the Minute Mystery numbers to organize commentary by subject. Even Jake found himself paying closer attention to this group’s work.

By the end of August, the first rough draft of Introducing the Game of Life was taking shape. The Transcription team had caught up, waiting only for new weekly material. To fill the lull, some members split into a new group tasked with getting an early understanding of  the so-called “Harmony Points.”

As the final order of topics started to solidify, the discussion shifted to how best to represent or convey the concept of Harmony Points. The idea of using a graphic came from none other than Cassie herself.

The question was raised during the November 2nd meeting, and all eyes turned to Cassie for direction. But she didn’t have an immediate answer. Instead, she simply suggested that everyone sleep on it.

That night, Cassie had a Drisper—a dream with a clear message, something she had learned to pay close attention to. This one, in particular, stayed with her more vividly than most. As part of her routine, she grabbed her phone as soon as she woke up and recorded the key details.

In the dream, Cassie saw a statue carved from the trunk of a birch tree. Two sisters were arguing over where the statue should be placed.

In the light of a new day, the overnight scene seemed to make little sense to her. So, after breakfast, Cassie started Googling. This had become her way of interpreting Drispers over the years—entering different keywords and seeing what connections emerged.

At first, nothing clicked. But when she combined “two sisters” with “statue,” something fell into place: the Statue of Liberty. She discovered that the original idea for the statue was to celebrate the bond between France and the United States.

As she dug deeper, she learned that the concept of the Statue of Liberty was born during a high-society dinner party in France. The host, Edouard Rene Lefevre de Laboulaye, was an intellectual and leader of a political group opposed to the reign of Napoleon III. That night, Laboulaye gave a speech about the strong connection between France and America, referring to the two nations as “the two sisters.” He suggested that it would be a grand gesture if the French gifted the Americans a monument to commemorate independence and human liberty.

One of the guests at the dinner that night was a young sculptor named Frederic-Auguste Bartholdi, from the province of Alsace. It seemed the universe had its own plan, because Bartholdi himself had a dream that same night. In it, he envisioned creating a monument to symbolize not only American independence but also France’s yearning for liberty.

Cassie knew this was no coincidence. The dream, the research—it all seemed to point to something deeper. This was the inspiration she had been looking for, to guide the group’s next steps.

Wanting to dig deeper into Bartholdi’s connection to the Statue of Liberty and to confirm her own instincts, Cassie decided to research Laboulaye, the man who first suggested the statue. What she uncovered sent chills down her spine. She discovered that Laboulaye’s last name traced back to a small village called Boulaye in central-eastern France. And the name of that town? It came from the French word for birch wood, ‘bouleau.’

Jake’s voice echoed in her mind: “There are no coincidences.” Cassie began to feel certain that the Statue of Liberty held more significance than she had originally thought. Her mind raced as she made another connection—the word ‘wood.’ She learned that the Statue had been built on the site of a Civil War fortress called Fort Wood. No way.

Fort Wood had a unique design—an eleven-pointed star. Cassie found a picture of the base online and stared at an architectural drawing for what felt like hours, trying to make sense of it. But nothing clicked.

That night, she showed it to Jake. He spotted the connection immediately.

“There’s an old saying,” Jake said, “Keep your eye on the donut, not the hole. The key is to look beyond what’s obvious.”

“I don’t get it,” Cassie admitted.

“I thought women were supposed to be great at spotting details,” Jake teased. Cassie twisted and turned the drawing, still confused.

“Seriously, nothing?” he asked. “How many points do you see?”

“Well, it’s an eleven-pointed star,” she answered.

“Right… but how many points do you actually see?”

Cassie took another look, and suddenly it clicked. She saw both the inner and outer vertices of the star. “Oh! There are 22 points!”

“You’re getting closer,” Jake said, enjoying the moment. “What else do you see besides the star?”

Cassie squinted, and then it hit her. “Oh my gosh! Yes! Yes!” She shouted so loud that Guinness, her Maine Coon cat, leaped out of his bed and bolted from the room. “There’s the base of the statue—a square. That’s another four points.”

Jake grinned. “Exactly. Twenty-six points in total. Voila!”

The next morning, Cassie couldn’t wait to share the discovery with Rexanne. They met for breakfast at Le Peep.

“So, do you think this was the message from your Drisper?” Rexanne asked as she stirred her coffee.

“As I have come to learn, Rex, we may not know the full meaning for months or even years,” Cassie replied, smiling thoughtfully. “But for now, I’m confident we can use the layout of Fort Wood to illustrate the Harmony Points. What do you think?”

“I guess that makes sense,” Rexanne said, sipping her latte. “But I’ve got one question—why didn’t they call them Liberty Points … instead of Harmony Points?”

Cassie chuckled, spreading marmalade on her English muffin. “That’s a question for another day.”

It wouldn’t be until six weeks later that one of the Goldies would stumble upon a quote from Laboulaye himself, that would answer Rexanne’s question:

“Behold, in the land yond the sea riseth a great statue, forged of iron and might, known to all as the Lady of Liberty. With torch held high, she standeth as a sign of hope and peace, her visage speaking to the hearts of men. Forsooth, she is a token of harmony, where nations once at odds may find accord. In her shadow, the weary find rest, and in her light, the path of unity is shown, that all the earth may dwell in fellowship.”

Into the new year of 2011, the Goldies continued transcribing and analyzing the Cassie-Vimh sessions. The 26 Harmony Points were now clearly tied to a diagram based on the Statue of Liberty’s foundation and its 26 points. They were even getting flashes of the Ten Graces.

With so much progress having been made, pressure mounted on Rexanne and Cassie to give another major presentation, this one also in the Fred Vogt Chapel, scheduled for March 2^nd. Invitations went out far beyond the GOLDiggers’ inner circle, and word about the Game of Life and the Harmony Points began to spread across social media – certainly ins spiritual circles.

The focus of this talk would center on the Harmony Points themselves—all twenty-six of them, each one carrying its own significance. A slideshow would reveal the newly dubbed Harmony Chart – name that popped into Seattle’s head – offering the audience a glimpse into its evolving structure.

But beyond that, the discussion would touch on something even more enigmatic—the Ten Graces, a concept still shrouded in mystery, hovering just out of reach, yet holding the promise of unlocking deeper understanding. It was the great unknown, and tonight, they would only begin to scratch the surface. On March 2, 2011, Cassie stepped to the podium, and the lights around her dimmed. The overhead screen behind her lit up.