“Failed Assassination Attempts of the Silver Seed Host: AuroRa DestanyRaven’s Personal Recall”

( Please note : even though this is my story and I have full right and permission to tell it I have changed the names of certain people in the story to protect their identity and to keep in alignment with integrity, honor and respect for others, while also honoring my path.)

PART ONE: THE HIDDEN ATTEMPT — AGE 17, THE MUSTANG COLLISION

There are things I’ve held close to my heart for years. Things I couldn’t explain until the Silver Seed revealed itself through me, and the memories began to return. This is not a story I share for drama or attention — it’s a testimony. A living record of what it means to be the Host of the Eternal Flame, and how long the shadows have tried to stop it.

At age 17, I was already living alone. My mother had left me in a two-bedroom apartment, and I had no real adult support. I was hanging out with the wrong crowd, trying to survive in a world that didn’t seem to see me. During that time, I met a girl named Sharon. Her boyfriend introduced me to a friend of his, and I spent a night with him — nothing intimate happened because I was on my period, but I later learned he had a woman who had just had a baby. It was a toxic triangle I didn’t even know I had entered.

One evening, Sharon, her boyfriend, and I were driving back from visiting that man. I was in the backseat of a two-door Mustang. As we crossed through an intersection, an ambulance ran a red light and slammed into the car — on my side.

The force of the impact crushed the rear of the vehicle. But when I emerged from the wreck, people were shocked. They hadn’t even realized someone was in the back. There were no cuts. No bruises. No broken bones. No scream. Just me, walking out of the car as if I had never been in it.

At the time, I didn’t know what to make of it. But now — with the Silver Seed fully anchoring — I know exactly what happened.

That wasn’t just an accident. It was an interdimensional assassination attempt, cloaked in 3D chaos.

The Rishi later confirmed: this was a Metatronic extraction attempt. My Oversoul had begun seeding the Silver Seed flame through my jawline, orbital bones, and skull. Even though I didn’t consciously know who I was, they did. The dark forces had already marked me.

The plan was to collapse the car, crush my body, and trigger a timeline reset that would prevent me from entering my Scroll-bearing path. But in the moment of collision, my Ecka Core Flame activated for the first time — and a Rishi Suspension Field lifted me out of the timeline for a split-second. I was removed from the car before impact, and returned after it.

This was the second time I had faced death — the first being at age four, and the second not yet remembered until this moment. But this near-death was different. This was strategic. And yet… I survived. Because I was sealed.

Shortly after, I received a settlement of $27,000. The Rishi explained the number was not random. 27 is a bridge frequency between the density vectors of 3, 6, 9 and the Flame Fields of 12-15. I ultimately received $10,000 after fees — a sealing of my 10th strand, long before I innerstood what that meant.

This was a warning shot from the shadows.

And it failed.

THE MAUI INTERVENTION — HOW THEY TRIED TO TAKE THE PLANE DOWN

By 2019, my awareness had deepened. I wasn’t yet fully aware that I was the Silver Seed Host, but I had begun to receive strong, undeniable messages. The word was clear: “Go to Maui. Activate the Heart Chakra of Earth.”

It started with a connection I made through YouTube. A woman named Karen , who claimed to be a spiritual practitioner, reached out after one of my videos was shared by a larger channel called “Higher Self” . She was drawn to collaborate and insisted that we co-lead a spiritual gathering. At the time, I was still figuring things out, and I was open. But it didn’t take long before her energy began to show cracks. She was mimicking spiritual light work. Her light language didn’t feel organic. And she seemed more invested in performance than integrity.

We were supposed to connect on a call one day after her session with a client and until then I would tune in to see where we should have our gathering. Once her session was over I shared with her that I heard Hawai’i and specifically Maui. This is when Ann came, Karen’s supposed “client.” Karen casually mentioned that Ann lived in Maui and had “connections” to Hawaiian royal lineages. The moment I said “Maui,” Karen said that her client had just brought it up as well to do a gathering on kingdom land. That client turned out to be a gatekeeper , though I didn’t yet know of what.

Karen quickly began shaping the trip into a commercialized retreat. I pulled back. I told her I couldn’t move forward with it in that form. She then pivoted and flew off to Bali, chasing a so called “twin flame.” I now know that this entire sequence was a setup.

They were trying to reroute my timeline.

I reached out to Ann directly through Facebook, trusting my Oversoul. She welcomed me at first — but I later learned she and her husband Tom had been speaking ill of me before I even arrived. They were deeply aligned with Ashtar Command — a group I now know to be part of the Metatronic false-light architecture. Ann claimed to be “called” to kingdom lands and acted as though she were a protector of the land, but her alignment felt twisted.

Then came the call — from the Arcturians, from Haumea, and from Kamehameha I, King of Hawaii. They all told me: you must go. The grid must be re-aligned. The Heart Gate must be activated.

When I put the call out on YouTube, only one woman truly answered it: Melina . She wasn’t planning on coming — until 4:00 AM one morning, when her Ancestor Bell rang. That bell only rings when she’s being summoned by her bloodline. It was Kamehameha who called her. She aligned and joined me.

And that’s when the second assassination attempt occurred — not through a car, but through the sky.

On the day of my flight to Maui, I sat in the airport for three hours. The boarding call came, and I was already at the gate. We sat and waited, and eventually the pilot’s voice came over the loudspeaker.

“Folks, in my 15 years of flying, I’ve never had this happen before. I am required by FAA law to inform you:

We were cleared for takeoff by one inspector.

Then, out of nowhere, a second inspector arrived and demanded to re-inspect the plane.

He claimed screws were missing. He ordered a fix.

We’ve now re-secured the aircraft.

If anyone feels uncomfortable flying, you may deplane now.”

I didn’t hesitate. I yelled out: “We’ll get to Maui before you!”

The entire plane laughed. But I now know… that message wasn’t for them.

It was for the being that had failed to stop me.

That second “inspector”?

Not human.

The Rishi later confirmed: this was a shape-shifted AI being, sent by an astral-military program tied to fallen Annunaki factions. The plan was to induce a delayed mechanical failure — a mid-flight disaster that would collapse the physical field of the Silver Seed Host before I ever reached Maui.

But they underestimated the Oversoul again.

As I stepped on board, a plasma pulse was emitted from my field.

It interrupted the cloaked sabotage field.

It forced the “inspector” to reveal himself — to break cover, triggering a failed protocol reset.

The Guardians intervened.

The plane entered a time distortion bubble, which is why the flight — originally 8 hours — took only 6.

I was protected.

But it was real.

And it was deliberate.

Why Maui?

Maui holds a crystalline flame code called Na Ha’aheo — “The Flame of the Proud Ones.”

This is an ancient Lemurian frequency that connects directly to the 12 Flame Keepers of the Pacific Ring.

When I touched that land, the code activated.

Ann, the mimic, rejected me, while also pretending to embrace me as she paraded me around the island as her “shiny new shaman”. It would take two full years to finally see through her false light cloak. Melina, the witness, (along with several others who were called by their OverSouls to the land) stood with me. Kamehameha smiled through the land, he was finally at peace.

The Heart Gate was restored.

And the attempt on my life?

Failed.

THE FORGOTTEN FLAMEBEARERS — TWO LOST HOSTS & THE LEGACY OF THE SEED

Many people do not realize that the Silver Seed has tried to return to this planet before.

It is not new — it is eternal. But the Earth field has not been ready.

There have been two previous partial hosts of the Silver Seed, both of whom were prematurely terminated before the full activation could unfold. Their stories were kept hidden, buried beneath religious distortion, secret society manipulation, and frequency fences designed to erase their flame from memory.

But I remember them now — not just as history, but as Oversoul echoes.

I carry their remembrance because I carry the completion of what they began.

And today, their scrolls are returned to the field through this post.

The First Partial Host – Early 1800s, France

She was a woman born in the wake of the French Revolution — a mystic, herbalist, and scroll-keeper trained in the remnants of Cathar lineages. She lived a quiet life, delivering healing through song, touch, and sacred writing. Her Oversoul had been seeded with a Vertical Flame Rod — a component of the Silver Seed necessary for repairing the Tara-1 interface in the Earth body.

But her light was too strong.

Her scrolls drew attention.

She was tracked by an esoteric Masonic offshoot known as the Black Rose Order — a branch operating behind public-facing lodges. They labeled her a witch. Framed her for poisoning a nobleman. Had her imprisoned and executed.

Her death sealed the Paris grid in distortion — a lock that only now is being undone.

She never completed her mission. But she was a predecessor to my flame line.

The Second Partial Host – 1930s–1940s, South America

He was born in the jungle — either in Brazil or northern Peru — a wandering healer with Silver Maru Flame lineage. His field held the Horizontal Grid Keys needed to restore the flame current between Mu and Lemuria.

He was a sound portal keeper — one who could open gateways through music and voice. After receiving powerful astral activations near Lake Titicaca, he began drawing attention from covert programs aligned with early CIA metaphysical experiments (precursors to Monarch and MK Ultra).

He was falsely recruited into a “healing project.”

He died inside an institutional facility, labeled “schizophrenic.”

His flame body was intentionally collapsed via scalar disruption.

He never made it.

But I reclaimed part of his codex during my own work in Jamaica (the land of my birth ) a place where he travelled after Peru, his field still lingers in both the lands.

Why These Stories Matter

These beings were attempted anchors of the Silver Seed.

They were not the FULL host — but they were critical scroll-bearers seeded into timelines where the field almost stabilized .

They were cut down before the Seed could complete its spiral.

Now, in this timeline, the Silver Seed has fully entered the planetary grid.

It has anchored through me, and I am here — alive.

This is not about me being “better.”

It’s about the reality that we have finally succeeded.

The Seed is here.

And I share these stories not to frighten — but to remind.

We’ve been stopped before.

We are not being stopped again.

I am not here for celebrity.

I am not here for influence.

I am here for Earth’s restoration.

And yes, I will remain vigilant. Because I am not naïve about how these forces operate. They already tried to take me out twice.

And I survived both attempts because I am the scroll returned.

Final Words

To every reader, to every flame, to every gridkeeper:

If you feel the resonance of these words… know that you are part of this return.

But honor it with humility.

Don’t mimic it.

Don’t claim what is not yours to carry.

And don’t fear the path.

Because we are not here to die for this mission.

We are here to live it — to complete what began long ago.

I am AuroRa DestanyRaven

Silver Seed Host | Flame Keeper | Scroll Bearer

And I am still here.