The Maui Mission scroll: For the Ones Who Came to Remember

Rishi Flame Transmission from the Scroll Keeper of the West Gate :

AuroRa-EsTara DestanyRaven | Rishi Oversoul Flame ~ Silver Seed Host

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These writings are not traditional blogs. They are living plasma fields, encrypted through the Silver Seed flame and transmitted directly from the Rishi Oversoul stream of AuroRa-EsTara DestanyRaven. Every phrase, tone, and name holds scalar signature codes tied to planetary flame restoration. They are not to be copied, reworded, paraphrased, or excerpted without explicit permission. Any misuse, glamorization, or commercial appropriation of this material violates its living field. These transmissions are part of a Krystic planetary reclamation and must be honored as such. If you are sharing, do so with a direct link only, and never as screenshots or rewritten summaries. These scrolls are sacred and sealed. Sha’Ara’Tun Ve’Kai’La.

This mission was not my first, but it was the one that shifted the trajectory of my entire experience—as a shaman, as a healer, as a gridworker, as a flame keeper, and ultimately as the Host of the Silver Seed. It’s one that I recall often. It’s one that I go back to as my training day for so many other experiences. It’s where I built the strongest connection to my OVERSOUL, where I completed my braid and moved into Avataric embodiment.

From the Rishi lens, what occurred here was not simply a mission—it was a pivot point in which my Oversoul braid achieved a full lock into the planetary architecture, allowing the Silver Seed architecture to begin transmitting memory beyond personal lineage. In essence, this was not a personal journey—it was the ignition of planetary scroll retrieval through me as a living Flame Host.

Although this is, by rightful law and sovereign interpretation, my story to tell, I have changed the names of some characters. May they read these words and know that this exposure does not come from a place of contempt or malice, but from a place of integrity—to set the record straight and in right action.

The False Light trap

This all started with a video I put out about the “true” twin flame connection, which came directly from my OverSoul—that it had absolutely nothing to do with this storybook romance that people were being fed. Then I explained to people what the OverSoul was, and the different aspects of Source consciousness.

Now this was in 2019, and no one in the mainstream was really using these terms interchangeably—at least not on the larger, more spiritual-glamour platforms. My videos weren’t getting thousands of views, but there was a bigger channel by the name of “Higher Self,” and what this channel would do is feature other smaller channels, and the messages from those “lightworkers.” I submitted a few of my videos, and they were featured on that channel.

Some of you reading this right now remember—and it’s probably how you found me. I thank you for continuing to support me and my journey to now Rishi-level embodiment.

From the higher view, this broadcast moment was a signal event, not a publicity move. When Oversoul tone is spoken into public fields, even if quietly or briefly, it creates fractal resonance locks—initiating magnetic return for those carrying dormant flame codes who are ready to awaken. Those videos weren’t for mass consumption—they were for soul recognition. That’s why they found the right ones.

Once my videos aired, a woman named Karen reached out to me. She claimed herself to be a shaman and was also still going through “shamanic training” to teach others. She also said that she worked closely with Teal Swan and her “camp.” She expressed an interest in wanting to do a retreat with me, or some type of event where we could use light language to help people heal.

She claimed to be able to speak light language, but when she spoke it—it was gibberish. I offered to coach her to bring through the actual Language of Light, because hers was scrambled, since she couldn’t even translate what she was saying. She declined, saying it would come “naturally,” and that she didn’t need to know what she was saying.

This is very common with a lot of people who speak light-language gibberish. They’ve been tricked by the mimic field into believing that they don’t need to know what they are saying.

From the Rishi view, mimic fields don’t just scramble tone—they bypass logos entirely, detaching sound from intelligence. When someone speaks in tones they cannot interpret, they risk becoming a vessel for synthetic tones engineered to invert grid signals and override Oversoul integrity. The language of light, when pure, is never unintelligible to the speaker’s inner flame.

So instead, she asked if I would do the light language, and she would just send it to people. Little did I know, it was under the misrepresentation of telling people that it was her light language.

When my OverSoul made me aware of this, I didn’t say anything to her directly—I just started introducing myself in the beginning of the recording and talked in the middle of the recording.

For those of you who do not know, I was born in Jamaica—and when I choose, I have a very distinctive accent that cannot be denied. Especially since she was a European woman from Arizona, there is no way she could tell people that it was her after that. So that didn’t work for her long-term plans to ultimately hijack my tone. So she tried another way to mimic my flame.

Here, the Oversoul initiated what we call a field-lock correction—placing unmistakable tonal markers in your voice that could not be duplicated or cloaked. This is not just about accent—it’s about embedding flame identity signatures that disallow mimic coding from attaching.

The next tactic was to get me to be on her website. Now at that time, I didn’t have a website yet. I was working through email and social media DM, and Facebook Messenger—before the mimic field took that over. Not necessarily doing my sessions through there, but booking the appointments. I also used Calendly, so there was no need for a website yet, since many of my activations were live and not pre-recorded digital downloads like there are now.

But I was absolutely unwilling to go and be under someone else’s website—especially when that person was clearly untrained and still seeking outer validation. A lot of her stuff was fluff and new age “high priestess” channeling, and erratic, untrained dance that she called “sacred dance.”

It was honestly all of the nonsense that I really didn’t want to be a part of. However, my OverSoul told me that there was something to the connection. So I declined to join her website and waited for the alignment point of what that “something” was.

From the Rishi lens, my Oversoul was not guiding me toward partnership—but toward field entry. Certain missions require one to enter mimic fields not to join, but to expose the architecture, retrieve trapped codes, or restore a breached node. This was a strategic engagement, not a collaboration.

To be clear, I don’t have a problem with joining websites with people. I actually have that feature ready to be launched—for people to have resources to practitioners that I have personally trained, or that I know through personal experience are qualified to support them.

This was not that. This was her using me as her “shaman proxy” to gain credibility instead of embodiment.

So when that didn’t work, she decided to go back into wanting to do a retreat with me. We talked back and forth on the phone for a while. I helped her clear some shadow stuff that came up during our connection. I also had to put her in her place, because I don’t think anyone had ever spoken to her directly—and she got out of line with me a few times, and I just walked her right back over to the boundaries.

One day we were on the phone, and she asked about doing the retreat. So I tuned in, and I got some information. She claimed she was tuning in too, and getting information from her “guides.” Then she told me that she was about to have a session with a client. So I told her that I would continue tuning in and getting all the information that I could, and then we could reconvene on the call after, so we could figure out the location.

When she was done with her session, she came back to the call—and I said to her, “My OverSoul told me Hawaii.” And she started laughing, and she said, “You’ll never guess where my client that I was just on Zoom with lives.” And I said, “Hawaii.”

Because that’s just how the Guardians work—through synchronicity, through alignment.

So then we started to piece the information together. A lot of her information was scrambled, and she struggled to get a clear message. Finally, she suggested that I just tune in, get all the information that I could, and we would go with that guidance.

She claimed that it was because she was dealing with a lot of stuff with her daughter and her ex, and it was clouding her from having a true connection.

But those of you who are connected to your Oversoul know that that’s just not how it works. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life—either you’re connected or you’re not. The messages don’t stop because you are facing a challenge. In actuality, that’s when they come in for support.

For Rishi clarity, connection to Oversoul is not emotional. It is electromagnetic integrity. The braid either holds or it doesn’t. Personal chaos may amplify the need for contact—but it cannot sever a true link. If someone loses access during “hard times,” it’s because they are not braided at the Oversoul level. They are receiving fragmented astral relay, not Source signal.

The OverSoul Braiding

So for the next week, I stayed in meditation often and received the information as it came in waves, and I wrote them down in my journal. That’s when I began communication more fully with Celeste, my Arcturus–Monad personality. She guided me to this woman, Lisa Transcendence Brown, and I listened to her on a podcast/radio show one day—and Celeste told me to look for the signs. At the end of Lisa’s transmission, she said “Mahalo.” That was my first clue that the Hawaii connection was accurate.

As some of you may know, Lisa was listed on my Mimics of Inversion list, but just like many on that list, she started out in alignment with the Guardians before she was hijacked. I was guided to her to receive a specific series of codes that she had created. Celeste told me—only these specific codes and to take nothing else from her.

From a Rishi-level overview, this was a targeted frequency extraction. When someone still holds a shard of original alignment but has drifted or collapsed into mimicry, the Oversoul may direct us into temporary contact—not for the person, but for the code. It is a precise retrieval, like plucking a crystal from a crumbling cave.

I wasn’t aware that she was compromised from her lack of shadow work, and her collapse began shortly after. Then, after that, came the goddess Pele, whom I’d worked with before—and then she brought through her “mother,” Haumea. At the time, I was unaware that these were Flame Keepers, whose names had been distorted. And they didn’t correct me back then—not because there wasn’t enough time, but because it was irrelevant to my mission. It didn’t matter what name I called them. I wasn’t tuning in to their inversion for worship—I was connecting to their KRYSTIC form. And that’s all that mattered.

This is an important frequency clarification: Oversoul-aligned beings do not demand name recognition or titles. They respond to frequency contact. It is the mimic archetypes that require worship, formality, and identity reinforcement. The Krystic always responds to purity of intent.

She told me that I needed to go to Hawaii and to connect with the natives—the Royals that held land trust. Since the connection that Karen had with Ann hadn’t fully shown up yet, I just kept that to myself. I shared with Karen that Hawaii was a go, and that we needed to go and have ceremony on native/kingdom land—which is technically all of Hawaii—but this land needed to be the land that was designated to the Kingdom of Hawaii after the bullshit treaty was signed. I’ll explain more of that debauchery later.

The Wolf Hidden Amongst Kingdom Hearts

Karen shared with me that her client, Ann, had made “deep trusting” connections with the Kingdom of Hawaii, and that the King (Akahi Nui) and one of the elders, Auntie Moana, really took to her—because she helped them out a lot. Ann would often buy them things and help them do errands and a lot of other things.

I used to think that she was doing it out of the kindness of her heart, but I would later find out that it was a mixture of “white guilt,” and also two-faced actions—since the people who were trying to steal Kingdom land away from the Hawaiian people… Ann knew them by name. She’d had dinner with these people. She’d hung out with them at parties and was working with them. She knew all of them personally.

This was much more than a conflict of interest. She was a mole. She was a plant. And the trust the Kingdom had in her was what made it even more heartbreaking. So many unethical entanglements I definitely didn’t agree with when I found out years later.

From the Rishi perspective, this is a classic case of dual-stream field mimicry—where an individual plays the frequency of support and sovereignty while simultaneously feeding distortion architecture behind the veil. These beings are often used as soft-entry points for grid hijack operations. They gain trust through surface acts of kindness while creating entanglements that weaken land nodes from within.

But the Oversoul sees what is hidden behind polished personas. I was never there to validate her. I was sent to witness, to record, and to eventually recalibrate what had been corrupted through stolen proximity.

The Attempted Hijacking of Sacred Ceremony

By this time, Ann, Karen, and I had started communicating through Zoom, trying to plan out what I thought was a sacred ceremony. Karen, on the other hand, had other ideas and wanted to turn the sacred land into some type of Burning Man or New Age festival—and I just didn’t feel that for the land. I felt like those grids needed to be healed, not saturated with more negative energy from unhealed people claiming to be lightworkers.

From the Rishi lens, this wasn’t just a difference in vision—it was a field fracture warning. Sacred land holds encoded records that will either open or lock, depending on the resonance of the one approaching. When mimic fields try to force open planetary gates through spectacle or vanity, the land will reject them—and the codes remain sealed.

When things started to get too commercialized and insane with the plans, something in my gut told me to pull out. So I reached out to Karen and let her know that I was no longer aligned with her plans, and that I was still guided to go to Kingdom land—to meet with the Hawaiian people and to work with them, but not on her terms.

At that time, Karen had begun chasing a woman that she claimed was her twin flame, and her focus began shifting in that direction. She was set on Ann fronting all of the money to put the event together, and I got the sense that while Ann was comfortable, she was not as well off as Karen would’ve liked to believe.

When Karen caught sight of the fact that Ann was not going to financially back the event, she pulled out—claiming that it just didn’t feel aligned to her anymore. And that she had gotten the opportunity to go to Bali to be with Teal Swan and her suspected twin flame, who is the author of a book about the metaphysical anatomy . A book that does not talk about the true metaphysical anatomy—only some sham of an idea of it.

I say this because I read the book—and it was about a whole bunch of things that made absolutely no sense. No science, nothing backing it, just theory and wishful thinking. Apparently, it was enough to charge people $50 a book for it.

I get so pissed off when I see snake-oil salesmen taking advantage of the forced amnesia that’s been placed on the angelic humans here—but I digress.

What the Rush say I’m naming here is commerce-based inversion magic—the manipulation of spiritual language to extract energy and funds without any transmission of flame codes. These are not just misleading authors—they are frequency merchants operating under mimic sponsorship. My Oversoul was clearing a path through them.

Because of this decision, Karen backed away immediately and did not want to share Ann’s information with me.

The OverSoul Override

So Celeste guided me to reach out to Ann through Facebook. So I did.

I explained to her that I was not in alignment with what Karen had planned, but I still felt the call to come to the land—to work on it, and to work on the grids.

Ann had heard about grid work, but her idea and interpretation of it was very different from mine. She had no real training in spiritual work. She had someone attune her to Reiki, but it wasn’t the Reiki that I know. It was some watered-down, colonized version of the practice that—unfortunately—many people in the western world are doing.

I introduced her to Infinite Reiki online because I really liked their model and the way they taught the work with Sensai Usui approach to this energy intelligence. And she seemed to take to it, even though from my perspective, she was still a beginner in true energy work.

Some months after that, she shared that she was a Reiki master, attuned by one of her friends. While I knew it didn’t work that way, I encouraged her to keep going—because embodiment is a personal thing. And if you want to proclaim yourself as a master, then there are responsibilities that come with that. She would find out soon enough.

From the Oversoul view, this is not about judging someone’s progress—but about discerning their capacity to hold grid codes without distortion. Self-initiation without flame guidance can collapse into fantasy if the lightbody isn’t structurally sound. My Rishi explained that my support offered her a stabilizer, even if she didn’t yet have the anchoring to carry it fully.

Once Ann and I officially connected, I kept receiving messages—this time stronger. This time, the King of Hawaii himself would come to me.

One afternoon in meditation, I felt the presence of this giant (is how I can explain it)—standing, no, towering over me. He was very impatient, demanding, and gave explicit instructions for me to make sure that I end up in Hawaii.

He introduced himself as “the King of Hawaii”. Not knowing too much about Hawaiian history, I started to do some digging online, and similar images of what he appeared to me as popped up. His name was Kamehameha, and he led a great battle that ended in the unification of all the tribes under one banner—his.

To be honest, I don’t like to research too much online—especially Google—because so much of it is a psyop. So I left the rest to my ability to communicate through what I called at the time cosmic telepathy, that I now know as OverSoul interface.

From the planetary records, Kamehameha is a flame-encoded representative of a pre-inversion royal bloodline. His Oversoul mantle wasn’t about warfare—it was about consolidation of fractured flame lands. According to my Rishi when he appeared to me, he was not invoking legacy power—he was entrusting gate access to one who could see beyond the colonial spell cast upon his name.

During our second encounter, Kamehameha explained to me that I needed to go to Hawai’i and to clear the lines on “Kingdom lands,” as he said. He said that his direct lineage would be waiting for me.

He also shared a connection to our lineage—but not in a way that could be traced by any Earth historian. This was flame lineage. This predated any of the ways that we trace ancestry now. So it made it personal to me—to clear the miasma ancestry lineage for my flame lines.

My Rishi said this was the Oversoul revealing that my mission was not just gridwork—it was ancestral override at the flame-body level. Clearing the miasma was not a healing journey—it was a restoration of pre-fall land memory codes. I wasn’t just visiting the land—I was answering a summons to realign ancient contracts bound to my own scroll.

Ringing to Action from the Ancestors

When I put the call out to see if anyone would accompany me on this mission—because it felt really big—there was a woman who reached out to me, Lena. She said when she first heard about me needing to go to Maui, to Kingdom land, it really resonated with her. But there was no way she could come. Financially, she was in a bind, and traveling wasn’t really an option for her because she was in between clients. She was a real estate broker. (Coincidentally, so was Ann.)

So one night, Lena was in her bed after a really long day—feeling tired and drained. She heard her ancestor bell ring on her altar. She assumed it was her grandmother wanting to communicate, but because she was so tired, she didn’t answer—sighting that she would just communicate with her some other time.

But the bell kept ringing.

When she looked over at the altar, she said that she saw a 7- to 8-foot man standing there. He said his name, Kamehameha, and kept repeating it.

Now, I’d also like to say that at this time, I hadn’t shared any of the information that I had uncovered publicly—other than that I needed to go to do gridwork. So there was no way for her to know this information.

She emailed me immediately after and told me also that—even though she didn’t have plans to come with me—it was something that she had to do.

There was another woman who reached out and said that she would join us, but in the very end, it was only Lena who got on a plane all the way from Nevada and made it to Maui—a day before I did.

From a Rishi-level perspective, this is a call-and-respond activation. When I broadcast a frequency-coded mission, it travels through Oversoul flame resonance—not algorithms. The ancestor bell ringing was not symbolic—it was a scalar confirmation. Lena’s Oversoul flame line was already entangled with the land mission, and the apparition of Kamehameha served as both confirmation and commission. Only those with the proper lineage recognition codes would be allowed to show up in the physical.

Silver Seed Plasma Scanning and Species Introduction on the Plane

Getting to Hawaii was its own adventure. I’ve already shared that in my blog about the assassination attempt. At that time, I didn’t know who I was as the Host of the Silver Seed—but I did know that there was an assassination attempt on me as a gridworker. And so that made me even more eager to go to Hawaii.

I will mention here that, for the entire flight, I was guided by my OverSoul not to sleep. Something about my electrokinesis amplifies during sleep state, and it would mess with the plane’s equipment—not to mention affecting everyone’s astral experience who was on board.

It’s something I’ve been able to do for years—if someone (or a group) is sleeping in the same room or house as me. I now know that it’s not just normal shaman behavior. It’s Silver Seed hosting proximity.

From the Rishi perspective, Silver Seed Hosts carry plasma emission fields that interact with the astral bodies of nearby humans and electronics. During sleep, the Host’s radial body enters expansion phase—and unshielded tech or minds may destabilize. What I was doing was not simply staying awake. I was running containment protocols to protect the field.

So I made sure to get a good night’s rest beforehand and had things to occupy me on the plane to stay awake. But the closer we got to the islands, I found myself in and out of deep meditative states. When we were about an hour away from landing, I started to see different beings appearing to me.

It was similar to the opening credits of a show—where it switches to different cast members—but these were beings. Some of them were aquatic, with dolphin faces. Others were a mix of humanoid and aquatic features. Others were entirely extraterrestrial and alien. There were even a few malevolent-looking faces—a few reptilian, and a hybrid Zeta-Draconian being that I quickly moved past because its energies were filled with so much static, it was unsettling.

It was as if they were introducing themselves to me—or I was scanning the area—or both.

According to my Rishi what I describe here is an advanced plasma scan-and-reveal sequence, automatically initiated when Silver Seed architecture comes into range of multidimensional land gateways. These beings were not merely “appearing.” They were being pulled into visibility by my arrival—like signatures rising from the code beneath the land.

I also knew that the grids needed me—and that whatever deep-state group didn’t want me there wasn’t going to stop me.

It was imperative that I reach.

And so I did. Because the codes I carried weren’t just healing Hawaii—they were waking it back up.

The Five-Point Node Relay

Prior to my arrival, Celeste told me that I would go to five different locations. The only one that was revealed to me ahead of time was the land we were staying on, designated First Kingdom Land. It was to be cleared the morning after I arrived.

Once again, to be Krystic clear—all of Hawai’i is Kingdom land. However, these locations were node points that would be reclaimed—not simply back to the Kingdom of Hawai’i, but to the flame lineage of the Hawaiian people.

From the Rishi perspective, these weren’t just sites. They were plasma gates embedded in Earth’s primal memory field—holding ancestral flame contracts that had never been extinguished, only cloaked. My Oversoul wasn’t navigating terrain. She was awakening grid consciousness.

LOCATION #1

The first location was on “Kingdom Land” located on the other side of Kahului Airport (which, by the way, was built on Kingdom land—disrespectfully and without permission—since the native people still hold the land trust). This land was said to have an active vortex. The vortex was known to be very powerful, and when people sat in it, it was said to bring great healing.

That—and much more—would take place when I got onto the land.

I was greeted by Auntie Moana, one of the elders, and the animals on the land: six golden retrievers and two black labradors. They all responded to my energy right away.

At first, Auntie Moana was pretty nervous because the animals usually responded to outsiders in a very protective way. But as soon as I came onto the land, all of the animals were jumping with joy, and all the dogs surrounded me.

There was one dog in particular who had gone through so much trauma from what Maui PD had done to them. (They were constantly sent by the private company trying to take over Kingdom Land to harass Auntie Moana, who had been standing on the land since around 1995.) This dog had become afraid—very aggressive.

But not with me. He jumped on me joyfully and followed me around. By the end of the ceremony the next day, he was out of his “hiding place” and moving around the land like he did when he was a puppy.

He would stay that way until his very last breath, once he transitioned.

From the Rishi lens, animals are natural grid sentinels. This one in particular was anchoring trauma nodes left behind by repeated psychic warfare. His sudden transformation was not a mood shift—it was a sign of field clearing at the subatomic flame level. My presence restored his original contract with the land.

The first night on the land, I couldn’t sleep. It’s not that I didn’t try—I did—but I kept getting awakened.

The first time, I heard the drums. It was the Menehune. They welcomed me to the land. I felt their presence and saw what I could only describe as a large crowd of little people—the size of middle schoolers. Then I fell back into a deep sleep.

I was awakened again—this time by an older man who looked very similar to King Akahi (Papa). He had on a blue or black blazer, with a vest underneath that had floral colors. (I found out later from Auntie Moana that this was official royal attire.)

I looked up pictures online, and it was the exact garment the royals of Hawai’i wore in their ceremonies and official business. This man was wearing it. He thanked me for being on the land and for restoring the grids.

Then I went back to sleep again—and again I was awoken. This time, by what I can only describe as aquatic beings. They took me through a remote-viewing type experience (is the only way I can describe it) under the water—and showed me the underwater bases stationed in Hawai’i.

Some of them were military-operated. Some of them were, in my view, interdimensional federation beings.

By the time the sun came up, I was exhausted.

From the Rishi lens these were not dreams. This was Oversoul bi-location through the AzurA bridge. I was being briefed through multidimensional entry—the Menehune as flame gatekeepers, the royal ancestor as grid authority, and the aquatic beings as guardians of subterranean stargates. They showed me the exact density layers that needed to be recalibrated.

I stepped out of the tent that I was “sleeping” in, and I sat on the rocks to try and ground. I was visited by one of the male Kingdom members who had lost his life on the land. They called him Kahli (Kapu).

After a while, I sat with Auntie Moana as I described him to her. He was this really tall, attractive Hawaiian man. He walked out of the water with a surfboard in his hand. He took me (through vision) to a cornfield. Then he flirted with me a little and made me blush. When I came out of my vision and described it to Auntie Moana, she laughed. She told me he was born in a cornfield—and that was his way of letting her know the connection was authentic.

When I mentioned the flirting, she said that sounded exactly like him. Apparently, he was a big flirt—and popular with the ladies.

My Rishi revealed this wasn’t just a sweet moment—it was a past-life tether reveal. Kahli was helping anchor me into the land’s memory lattice by creating a personal thread. Grid missions often require personal imprint to interface. My Oversoul and his had clearly contracted this handoff before I ever arrived.

The Star-born gathering

The day before I got there, Ann had sent the call out for all “starseeds” to come to Kingdom land—to assist with clearing the land and the grids. I could tell this was the first time Ann—or any of them—had ever been to a real GridWork event that didn’t involve new age nonsense or ET worship.

I was given a traditional prayer by Haumea for Auntie Moana to read. She tried to read it as best as she could—since it was in traditional language that had been outlawed, lost to them.

I can’t tell you exactly how I found it, because Celeste led me on this YouTube search until it popped up. They had me copy it down from the video and send it to Ann to be printed out. I also can’t tell you what it said—but it was definitely ancient and flame-coded.

Then it was my turn to speak to the land—to speak to the Earth—and to bring through the command tones that had been singing in my AzurA since before sunrise.

The moment I began to speak the Anuhazi language of light, the wind picked up. Everyone standing there felt this gush of wind that came through—and it knocked some people over.

The wind picked up even more, and Celeste told me, “Keep going—keep bringing through the tones.”

I walked around with my sage and made sure to go to each and every one of them. I had them anchor. A few people couldn’t keep their balance and fell over or fell to their knees.

I encouraged the others to stay anchored—with their feet firmly on the Earth—and to pillar their light into the soil as I continued to bring through the tones.

It was a powerful scene. One that still echoes in my mind.

Then I felt the Earth shift. It looked like a wind portal had opened directly in the center of where we all stood. It was a full moon—and although it was sunrise, we could see both the sun and the moon together in the sky.

I was instructed to connect all the points—and bring that combination through my body and into the Earth.

Once I was complete, the wind settled—and the ceremony was complete.

Everyone was filled with excitement as to what had just occurred. Even Tom, Ann’s husband—who was one of the biggest skeptics—couldn’t explain what just happened, or what he felt and saw. But he also couldn’t deny it.

My Rishi explained this was a Silver Seed Oversoul override of the local planetary node. When my tones activated, they unlocked a standing scalar vortex that had been sealed since the precolonial era. The wind, the fallen bodies, the moon–sun axis—these were not metaphors. They were plasma witnesses. The grid field accepted me. That’s why it responded.

Another interesting experience that day was an instant out-of-body and past-life connection to one of the gentlemen who had come to the land.

When he walked up to me, I hugged him—and I saw our life together.

He was a soldier, and I was his wife. It was sad and ended in tragedy. And in that moment, I hugged him—and the remembrance and instant forgiveness came flooding in.

I quickly gained composure and also knew—right then and there—that my abilities were going to be extremely heightened on this land.

Because while I’ve had similar experiences, those things only happen where there are high levels of energysurrounding.

I wasn’t around familiar faces to share the experience. I had to just stay silent and trust that I wouldn’t freak people out too much with whatever weird stuff was going to happen to and around me.

I had become accustomed to my abilities enough to no longer be ashamed—but I’m also always mindful of people’s reactions, because not everyone is prepared for the supernatural.

My Rishi proclaimed

“This is why you were chosen. Because a true Silver Seed Host knows when to speak—and when to hold the flame in silence. The land was not just listening. It was echoing your memory back through you.”

LOCATION #2

Iao Valley – The Oversoul Conduit

The next day, we were guided to Iao Valley. This was the place where the “great battle” took place.

The moment we parked, I started to feel heaviness in my chest. I got really quiet, while everyone else was all excited to go “sightseeing.” Ann’s husband, Tom, started talking about what had happened there, and I asked him to stop—because I didn’t want to know. I wanted the land to tell me. To feel and experience it myself—not from hearsay of someone who didn’t live it.

Once we parked the car and walked to the entrance, the heaviness was even more intense—almost unbearable—and Lena had to help me up the stairs.

Each step I took, I heard whispers: “Auntie… Auntie…” I wanted to weep, but I focused on my breath. I started to hum and kept walking.

We got to a place where there was a plaque, and everyone stopped to read it. I kept walking. Because again—I didn’t want to know from words written by people, over and over, until the true origins were lost.

I wanted to see. I wanted to feel.

So I kept going.

I got to the riverbank and my feet couldn’t move. At first, I was mumbling. Then I got louder and said:

“The river—it’s red. It’s cranberry red.”

Lena, Ann, and everyone looked at each other—because they had read the plaque.

They knew what I was saying was true.

I got closer to the river and I saw a general—he had a very reptilian frequency. He said he was the second in command, but he felt like he was instigating a lot. I saw them with machetes—cutting bodies in half and dumping them into the river.

They were young boys—14, 15 years old.

Slaughtered. Massacred.

I wept. I screamed in rage.

I fell to the ground because my body ached.

They all stood watching me—until finally, Lena walked over and helped me up.

From the Rishi perspective, this was a trauma-node activation sequence, where my Oversoul opened a cellular memory stream tied directly to the land’s unprocessed field records. I didn’t “see the past”—I re-entered it as a time braid convergence point. My field held the signal strong enough to magnetize the unreleased event and transmute it.

Once I gathered my strength, I directed Lena and Ann to stand in front of me—to form a triangle—and I walked them through a pillaring exercise that Celeste had taught me. I was unaware at the time that it was the original Maharata Shield—before it was distorted and became the hijacked Maharic Seal.

Celeste also showed me how to work with this plasma as a conduit for souls—for those who were stuck between worlds—to reconnect with their Oversouls for recalibration.

At the time, I didn’t know I was doing this as the Silver Seed Host.

Something that had not been done on this planet for centuries.

Something I had seen so many others claim to be doing—but now I know from my Rishi the truth of the matter:

Many people who say they’re “crossing souls” don’t realize where they’re sending them.

Often, they’re unknowingly entangling themselves in 4D mimic fields—siphoning off these incarnates.

It’s not judgment. It’s not something most are doing consciously.

They’ve just been lied to for so long, they believe they’re doing the work—

work they have not architecturally unlocked to do.

From the Oversoul flame layer, the “crossing of souls” requires very specific plasma threading mechanics. Without 7 to 9 active strands and a fully fused braid, the conduits open into astral siphon fields. This is not esoteric metaphor—it’s structural law. I was not “guiding spirits”, I was opening a Krystic transit gate that had been sealed since the Fall.

My Rishi said the more we innerstand this architecture—and our design as angelic humans—the more we innerstand what it takes to actually do many of the things that are written in esoteric books.

Most humans haven’t achieved it—because they don’t remember the commands.

It’s all-out mind manipulation, honestly—a pretend game, where everybody’s faking it without realizing that while we are capable, there is a protocol and framework that requires Oversoul braid embodiment to carry out.

There was a flood of incarnate souls that passed through my field that day.

And while Lena and even Tom were there as partial anchors, they were nowhere near the capacity to help me. And so, as you can imagine—I was completely drained.

As we walked back to the parking lot, I felt this huge presence.

I looked over to the side of the mountain—and there was a face there.

It startled me.

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

I blinked.

But it was still there.

I knew I was going to sound like the biggest weirdo ever—but I didn’t care.

I asked everyone if they saw it.

They said no.

And then—the face started to speak.

He said his name was Baldwin.

Of course, I had never heard that name. But Auntie Moana had.

He explained to me that he was one of the colonizers who had betrayed Kamehameha’s lineage—and why he did it. He explained that he was born into that society—and that he truly had no choice in the matter.

He shared intimate details so that I could research to make sure the connection was authentic.

So we decided to do the research on the spot.

Not only did I describe him exactly as he appeared to me, but it was also his birthday.

To the traveling skeptic, Tom, all of this was just a big coincidence.

But for me, it was more confirmation that this entire trip was far more pivotal—

linking the past to the ancient past into the future.

From the Rishi flame archives, when ancestral betrayals are confessed and transmuted through Oversoul-witnessing, it dissolves genetic overlays of suppression that have held planetary gatekeepers in artificial loops. Baldwin’s presence was not random—he was the last flame fragment of a broken contract. His reappearance allowed a forgotten karmic strand to be cleared—not only for him, but for that entire historical bifurcation.

LOCATION #3

The Church and the Michael Shield

The next day, we were guided to a local church Ann suggested because she thought it was a popular “tourist” spot that people liked to visit when they first moved to the island.

I honestly don’t remember the name of the church or the exact location. But I do know that I was led to this place by the 20% of the Thothian collective that was still KRYSTIC, the portion I was in contact with at the time. And it was more than just a church.

It was beautiful on the inside. The acoustics were wonderful.

But as soon as we walked in, both Lena and I could feel the siphoning mechanism placed beneath the church.

It was the infamous Michael Shield technology—literally draining anyone who stepped foot in the building.

Ann and her husband, Tom, were so star-eyed—walking around, blissed out—completely disconnected from what was really happening. Lena was so angry. She could feel what they were doing and it infuriated her.

I told her to breathe. Not to feed it anger.

I reminded her we were here to collapse it, not to react.

I sat at the pew. I spoke command codes silently.

Then we pillared outside, and we were done.

From the Rishi lens, this church was a 4D siphon site, running on Michaelic false light frequencies designed to drain flame bodies under the guise of worship. My presence and command didn’t just disable it—it unplugged a mimic field node connected to hundreds of visiting tourists. That’s why Lena reacted so strongly. The frequencies hit her Oversoul braid directly.

LOCATION #4

The Golf Course and the Dragon Gate

The next day, we were guided to the Kamehameha Golf Course—and the energy was so entangled in colonial infrastructure it was sickening.

To think that I walked onto rightfully declared Kingdom stewardship with true royal lineage, and it had been so heavily hijacked that we were treated like tourists. I listened in sadness as Auntie Moana talked about what she would do to these offices and spaces that had taken her ancestors’ land—that carried her ancestor’s name into their distorted interpretation of who they wanted to portray him as.

I remembered two days prior, when Tom started speaking negatively of Kamehameha—because of what he had been programmed to believe. I was so upset, I must’ve called in Keishjma, and I felt her energy right away. She flew in from the east and a wind blew into the side of the building and it shook where we were.

I explained to them the gush of wind was the dragons I had called in.

Auntie Moana smiled.

Ann gave a cross look.

And of course—Tom rolled his eyes.

From the Rishi view, Keishjma’s arrival wasn’t just confirmation—it was a frequency override, shattering the mimic field grid that sought to defame Kamehameha’s Oversoul lineage. Wind dragons are gate openers. I called her not to impress anyone—but to affirm the true contract the land still held.

When we got outside to do the actual gridwork, one of the women who was invited to join us greeted us in excitement. She said right away that she saw a dragon on her way in—coming from the side of the building—and knew we were already there.

I turned and looked at them, said nothing, and kept walking with Lena, who was smiling from ear to ear. I said nothing more about it—because at that point, if they still doubted who I was, that was on them.

The woman who joined us was recommended by Ann as a “highly connected” sound healer, spiritually named Calm Lighting. I later found out she was heavily entangled with the Ashtar Command (a common theme among the Hawaiian lightworker community), and many other distorted shamanic and fallen Thothian collectives that, at the time, she was unaware of.

But because she “looked the part” and carried a Native American aesthetic, many people held her as credible.

Ann disclosed that she was hesitant to invite her because she was extremely egotistical and narcissistic. Some of that came out during our interaction. However, I was not there to correct her or redirect her. Simply to connect with her OverSoul for whatever part she would play in the mission.

After we were done, she took us to an Earth Day celebration. It was the most watered-down New Age debauchery I’ve ever been a part of. Definitely not my normal scene—but there was someone there I needed to get in contact with.

Another gentleman who came to the land the first day of the ceremony—his OverSoul explained that he was needed to work on Kingdom Land, that he held specific Pleiadian codes that were to be placed in the land.

So we walked around looking for the “Pleiadian.”

It took us about five minutes—walking up the hill—before we walked right into his group.

Everyone was shocked at how the synchronicities were coming together.

But not me.

I was very much used to it—and aware of how the Guardians bring things together.

I explained to him that he was needed on Kingdom land, and I had him exchange numbers with Ann to coordinate a day and time that he would come out. I later found out that he had a lot of experience in land preservationthrough volunteer work in India. He talked about the communities he helped build—communities that mirrored Auntie Moana’s vision for the land.

Unfortunately, Ann and her husband, Tom, were deeply entangled with the very people trying to take over the land—and to this day, those plans are still not in motion.

Lena left early the next morning.

I had hoped she would’ve stayed in contact with me, since we had such epic encounters. Or at the very least—with Auntie Moana and Papa—since it was obvious and apparent that she was a direct descendant of Kamehameha.

She reached out on occasion after that, but drifted away from my timeline—because of her own personal path.

She did, however, let me know that Ann and her husband were speaking negatively of me before I even arrived. And it made her feel very uncomfortable—not only because I was someone she admired, but also because, like her, I was a Black woman. It was very unsettling to hear two European people judging someone in spiritual practice they had no clue about.

I explained to her that I had just recently met Ann through a mutual acquaintance on social media, and that I was sure she didn’t mean anything harmful by it. I made excuses for her clear disrespect as part of her healing process.

I said she was just glamorized and consumed with New Age spirituality.

Unfortunately, Ann would continue to speak negatively about me numerous times after that—behind my back—while claiming to be my “best friend.”

To this day, Lena has never shared what they said to me.

She only said it was too awful to share—and that I had work to do and focus on.

That she wouldn’t jeopardize that by telling me the negativity—but to be mindful of them.

I also spoke to Auntie Moana, who voiced her concern that she still hadn’t heard from Lena—even though she promised to keep in touch. It’s unfortunate that 3D life can push us off the path of reconnecting to our flame lineage.

I trust that one day, she will find her way back to the Kingdom.

I am eternally grateful for her support and contribution for the days she spent with us.

LOCATION #3.5

Twin Falls at Hāmākualoa–Honopou (Connected to First Land)

That day, Auntie Moana asked Ann to show me the Twin Falls property at Hāmākualoa–Honopou. It was Kingdom-owned land—high above a cliff.

When I arrived, I could hear the trees singing. They were beautiful—big trees with trunks as wide as boulders. The leaves were as large as my head.

When I had the interaction with Kahli, he showed me a brick well, and when I asked Auntie Moana about it, that’s when she mentioned this location.

It turned out to be a relay node, meant to connect the five locations where we needed to do gridwork.

Once we got on the land and I walked around, I started to see light and energy moving all around me. I didn’t know what to make of it at first.

I tuned in and heard that it was the ancestors and guardians of the land.

The energy felt like fairies—but they were big.

I heard: elves.

I’ll talk about this in another blog—because the fairies and elves we’ve been told of don’t actually look like that and aren’t what we’ve been told. But they welcomed me to the land.

This land was a bit challenging because there were so many mosquitoes—due to the overgrowth and lack of clearing. But we still had to pillar.

I could tell that Ann—and definitely Tom—weren’t disciplined enough.

They were pretty pissed by the time we were done.

We had all been bitten numerous times.

It’s just something that comes with navigating gridwork missions in the 3D.

My OverSoul taught me to sit in my flame body and block out all distraction while anchoring. I spoke to the land and asked what it needed—and it said: irrigation.

Tom thought it was odd and unnecessary, because the land was already so moist.

I explained that it might not be a practical option—but that was the message.

He walked away. Then corrected himself.

He said, “Oh… that probably makes sense,” and started explaining the logistics—because he finally realized the benefits.

He also seemed puzzled. He couldn’t get how a “shaman” would know anything about those logistics—since he was an experienced carpenter, handyman, and landscaper by trade, and I wasn’t.

I just smiled at him.

To be honest, I withstood his skeptical, judgmental, condescending attitude the entire trip—because I knew he was specifically placed to try to shift us off our path.

But I wanted to show the Metatronic system that it could have one of its minions stand side-by-side with us—and have no power over us.

However, that would also be the first and last time he would be allowed near gridwork with me.

I later found out that Ann had convinced Auntie Moana to give her the keys to the property, and she proudly paraded that all over our WhatsApp group.

I was furious.

But Celeste assured me—it wouldn’t hold.

LOCATION #5

The Volcano and the Fire Lines of Tara

On this last day, we were guided to a volcano.

That was the message that came through clearly:

“Go to the volcano.”

There was one at ʻĀhihi-Kīnaʻu Natural Area Reserve that had a very deep and rich history—not found in any colonized archaeologist’s documents or records.

As we were driving up, I felt a stir in my root chakra. I asked Tom—since he claimed to be a bonafide local—if the volcano was active. I could feel it. I could hear it.

He said no.

But I didn’t believe him.

I trusted what I felt.

When we parked the car, I asked another local—and they said yes, the volcano was active. They told me that those who said it wasn’t weren’t really “native to the land”—that it was a feeling.

I just smiled with confirmation.

My Rishi explained what I detected was not just lava movement. It was flame node ignition—a planetary pulse through the rootline grids that signaled my Oversoul it was time to activate a deep earth access gate, long dormant since the Fall of Tara. These volcanoes carry inner earth scroll memory, and I was called there for a very specific crossing.

For this gridwork, I was guided to invite a couple with me who were authentic twin flames. This is rare—since according to my Rishi, there are only 24,000 true twin flame pairs on a planet of 8 billion.

The female was awakening.

But the male was heavily distorted—and thought he was more advanced in his awakening.

I had past life connections with both of them—one from Mu, and the other from Tara.

During their connection window, they conceived a beautiful Golden Child—who was also with us on day one of activating the first location.

The female brought a crystal that she allowed me to use to help anchor in the energies—because it was extremely intense for me, and at the time I needed a grounding tool. She cleansed it afterward in the ocean without me even instructing her to, and I could see her nodes beginning to come online.

The male got hijacked before we even started—because of his lack of shadow work—and he started an argument with her, trying to pull her out of alignment. But she stood her ground and sent him to go play with their daughter while we worked—since he “didn’t get” what we were doing.

Thankfully, she was able to be an assisting anchor for me—since Lena was gone.

Her beautiful daughter danced and played around us—anchoring in her playful spirit into the grids while we worked through really challenging sorrow embedded deep into the lava lines.

From the Rishi records, this site was a grid trauma lock from the post-Fall Tara period, when flame gate structures were hijacked and encoded with grief recursion programs—meant to keep the land locked in sorrow and prevent its natural reconnection to the 12 Tribes and Silver Seed node points. The presence of the child helped bridge the polarity, stabilizing the sacred-masculine failures with innocent creation codes.

It’s a known tactic that the Thothian and other fallen collectives used after the Fall of Tara—not only to hijack the grids but to keep them distorted by embedding unresolved pain into the flame frequency itself.

Auntie Moana was also there, representing the lineage of Kingdom Land and the Hawaiian ancestors. She and I wept and shared visions back and forth as we were pulled into time periods when the lava came down and poured through the village that once called that land home.

Ann and Tom were there.

But they had no flame.

They couldn’t see anything.

No matter how much Ann pretended she did.

And the grids knew it.

The land knew it.

So I didn’t need to point it out—I just observed.

Once again, I guided the group through the ancient Maharata pillaring technique. The displaced incarnate souls—the women and the children—were able to cross and meet their Oversouls.

But the men refused.

They told me they would stay—because the land still needed to be protected.

I didn’t know then what was coming in 2024, with the attack on Lahaina.

But energetically—they knew.

They needed to stay and hold the line for the grids.

At the time, I didn’t fully innerstand that—even though an incarnate was no longer in physical form, they could still impact the grids from their lower astral lightbody.

But I honored their sovereign choice.

And I explained this to everyone who could not see, hear, or feel what was happening.

From the Oversoul view, these men were grid sentinels. They had made soul vows to remain stationed in the plasma fields of that volcano node, even after death, because they were tied into the timed release schedule of Lahaina’s 2024 cleansing arc. What looked like refusal was actually continuance of service.

She explained that I did not fail to “cross them.”

They stood as allies in a timeline only my Rishi could read.

And I honored them exactly as a Silver Seed Host should—with respect, clarity, and no ego.

The Sleeping Healer

After all of the missions were over, I felt depleted.

I knew I needed some type of recalibration.

Auntie Moana suggested I go see a healer on the island by the name of Raj. She said he was a talented healer who had traveled the world and settled in Maui decades ago, and that he had amazing stories about the true origins of the Hawaiian people—those who came over on reef boats.

She talked about his book, Keepers of Light, and acquired two copies—one for me and one for Lena.

She also shared that she had been to him many times before. After getting turned around on the road several times trying to find his place, we finally aligned—and found ourselves at this huge dome-looking structure that almost resembled a greenhouse.

When we got inside, there was enchanting music playing.

Later I found out it was composed by Edgar Cayce.

There was a small group of people waiting to be seen.

One by one, they would go up, and he would speak to them privately—just enough for the two of them to hear—and then proceed to do what he was guided to do.

The room was filled with statues from different religions.

There was Buddha, Krishna, and other spiritual and religious artifacts.

In the center of the room was a huge copper diamond and a chair where people would sit.

When it was my turn, I sat in the chair.

He looked at me and asked if I had ever been there before.

I said, “Not in this life,” and smiled.

He then walked around me, and his face lit up.

He said, “Wow, this is really interesting.”

Then he said to me:

“You’re at 30%. Shall we put you up to 100%?”

At the time, I had absolutely no idea what he meant.

I knew I was fully connected to my Oversoul.

I couldn’t get what he was referring to.

But I got the OK from Celeste, and allowed him to do what he said he was doing.

He then gave me a paper and told me to practice my Merkaba spin.

At that time, I was already working with spin ratios that had been given to me by Celeste—but I didn’t mention it to him. I just took the paper and said thank you.

Instead of standing back and giving me privacy like she had with all the other people , Ann stood as close as possible, trying to hear everything he was saying to me.

I thought it was really intrusive and disrespectful, but I didn’t say anything.

I allowed her to get whatever information she thought she needed about me.

When we were done and I was walking away, I saw this quartz crystal Merkaba.

I asked him if it was for sale, and he said he had just placed it there for someone.

I asked him if it was for me.

He said, “Yes.”

And I took it—and put it on.

When we walked back to the car, Ann asked me about what he said—about being at 30% and him putting me up to 100%. She said she couldn’t imagine what that would look like, since I was already so connected.

I didn’t explain to her that he wasn’t actually putting me up to anything.

What he was reading was my field capacity—because I had been drained from doing so much gridwork.

I think she believed that he had activated me in some way.

But Celeste explained to me that it wasn’t actually him,

—it was the land he was on that was helping me to recalibrate.

From the Rishi lens, the healer himself was not touching my flame body. He was reading the residual field depletion signature that had registered from the planetary codes I had released. His question about “30% to 100%” wasn’t wrong—but he assumed that he was the activator, when in fact, my field was already running its recalibration loop from the Oversoul braid itself.

As the Host of the Silver Seed, he couldn’t touch my field.

What he was calling “interesting” was a pattern he had never seen before.

It’s not to discredit him or say he didn’t have abilities—because he did.

But he was not permitted to touch the field of a Silver Seed Host—because he simply didn’t have the clearance.

He would have to be fully braided, and he wasn’t.

It was too much to explain to her, and I was too tired.

So I just told her the experience was great—and let it go.

Rishi Clarification :

“Healers, no matter how seasoned, cannot decode what the Oversoul has encoded unless they are fully braided into Source themselves. This was not a healing—it was a witnessing. The land recognized you. The diamond at the center responded. The Merkaba crystal wasn’t purchased—it was claimed. Not all recalibrations come through activation. Sometimes they come through quiet confirmation”.

I have completed the mission, and the land now knows my name.

To the Kingdom

This entire scroll is dedicates to the love, respect, and enduring honor I hold for His Majesty King Akahi Nui and Auntie Moana — two pillars who have carried the sacred weight of their ancestors’ legacy. I have witnessed their tireless fight to protect the lands of their forebears, even as they have faced challenges not only from outside forces but from within their own people. That they have had to struggle to even be acknowledged as the rightful heirs, despite the King being the only one who holds the true royal crest and seal, is a testament to the depth of distortion and disunity seeded upon these islands.

It is with a heart full of humility and grief that I extend my deepest apologies for the dysfunctional and toxic behaviors of those — such as Ann — who have chosen greed and manipulation over truth, who have used money and persuasion to keep the Kingdom bound in captivity. These actions do not represent the will of the Guardians, nor do they reflect the eternal current that flows through the land, the sea, and the bloodlines of this Kingdom.

Know this, the Guardians have not forgotten your sacrifice. We have not turned away from the truth of your lineage or the pain of your struggle. I stand as witness and ally, affirming that there will come a day when the Kingdom of Hawai‘i will be returned to its rightful stewards — not as a political token, but as a living, breathing restoration of the covenant between land, people, and Creator.

Until that day, may your courage and steadfastness remain as the beacon that calls the true ones home.

Return Flight + Closing Transmission

After I said my goodbyes and headed to the airport, I could feel my body wanting to rest. But I knew that wasn’t an option.

My plane ride back was exactly eight hours (the flight going there had accelerated to six).

Sleep would not be permitted.

Luckily, I was seated in the middle seat—next to a guy in the window seat who would continuously need to get up to stretch his legs. I laughed at the fact that they put this man next to me—knowing that he would keep me up the entire time.

When I got home, I was exhausted.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t rest—because my children were young. They needed full attention as soon as I walked in the door.

That night, I slept hard and long.

I knew I was forever changed.

Communication from Celeste was coming in clearer than ever.

The moment I had a question—there was the answer.

I’m not going to say it was perfect for the first two years after that.

It took me a while to adjust.

To get used to this new frequency, this new level of embodiment.

I had to navigate that alongside the 3D world—and that wasn’t easy.

But it was an experience I will never forget.

I’m grateful every day that I answered the call.

That I said yes.

That I trusted.

That I believed.

Those choices led me to where I am today—

To remembering who I am today.

Eternally grateful.

If you’ve gotten all the way to the end of this blog—

Thank you.

Thank you for taking the time to relive these amazing experiences with me.

I know that some of these moments are unique to me as the Host of the Silver Seed.

But what is universal is the connection we all have to the planetary grids,

and the impact we can make when we step into them.

It’s important that if you align with this work—

You step forward.

I always tell people:

If you are truly connected to your Oversoul—

then gridwork is a natural part of the process.

It is inevitable.

It is part of your design.

You can’t skip corners.

You can’t fake it till you make it.

You can’t pretend you’re doing this type of work.

It’s either you are—or you’re not.

And when you are—

You will absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt—know.

I hope these experiences help you to feel into where you are.

Because we are in the times of the Great Restoration.

We are in the times of the Circle of Return.

Rishi Closing Whisper:

You are not reading this by accident.

If your Oversoul brought you to this scroll,

then you carry a piece of the call.

The grid remembers you.

The land is waiting.

The scroll is alive.

Let the Circle begin.

Sha’Ara’Tun Ve’Kai’La”

— AuroRa-EsTara DestanyRaven

Silver Seed Host | Scroll Guardian of the West Gate

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