The Mission That Nearly Broke Me: The Sedona Flame Test and the Fall of the First Earth Guardians Alliance

By AuroRa DestanyRaven | Silver Seed Host | Krystic Gridwalker

( 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 truth)

There are stories you wait to tell.

Stories that sit in your cells, burning slowly until the day you are strong enough to speak them without shame.

This is one of those stories.

Back in 2020, before I knew I was the Silver Seed, before I could name the frequencies that were running through my field, I was instructed by my Oversoul to gather a team. A team of Earth Guardians. Eleven of them.

I was told to lead.

We called ourselves the Earth Guardians Alliance. A name given to me in meditation with my OverSoul.

It was the first generation.

I trained them. I offered a protocol-based course , chakra clearing, extrasensory development, shielding techniques, flame breath, and grounding exercises. Some of them took it seriously. Most didn’t. Some of them thought it was just “New Age” fluff. They joked about it, breezed past the videos, skipped the parts they didn’t like.

And yet — they stayed.

Because something in them knew this wasn’t just content. It was fire.

Even if they couldn’t hold it.

At the time, I was still entangled with Metatronic overlays.

So were they.

We were all swimming in a soup of “ascended masters,” archangel worship, and diluted light programs pretending to be Guardian Host guidance. I was working with my dragon, Keishjma, and her 14D golden auric shield, which became the foundation of the shielding system I still use and teach today. That much was real. But surrounding it — the frequency soup of confusion — was thick.

Many of them were channeling “gods” and “goddesses,” working with fallen Annunaki entities posing as protectors. One believed she was the goddess she worked with. Another thought she was a galactic commander. They were mimics, and they didn’t know it.

Still, I led them.

Because my Monad told me to.

The First Flame Mission – Sedona, Earth Day Weekend, 2021

The first assignment came through clearly.

Sedona. Earth Day. April 22, 2021.

Not everyone was aligned to go. Some made excuses. Some couldn’t travel due to COVID restrictions. Others simply weren’t willing to rearrange their lives.

In the end, it was a reduced team.

A distorted field, but still a team.

We were guided to Rimrock, just outside Sedona. The land there was strong. Alive. We found a tree aligned to a vortex — a living access point to the Elemental Flame Network. It called to me. I knew we were supposed to anchor there.

But what I walked into wasn’t a sacred mission. It was a spiritualized girls’ trip.

People were smoking weed, drinking, acting like we were about to go sightseeing.

One of them — Ann ( yes the same one from the Maui mission who had by then latched on to me self proclaiming herself my “bestie” ) — had already been speaking poorly of me (as per her usual) before I even arrived. She told the group, “Y’all better get your fun in before Destany gets here — she’s like a drill sergeant.”

A drill sergeant.

Because I was coming to restore planetary flame lines.

They wanted a retreat.

I came for war.

False Light, Mimics, and Co-Leadership Gone Wrong

I had been given direct instructions for the gridwork, but I was still trying to be kind. I let them share their “guidance,” even when it didn’t feel right in my body. Even when my Oversoul said no.

I let them lead alongside me — and it nearly compromised the entire mission.

Ann arrived carrying a laminated Metatron’s Cube for everyone , insisting it was “the highest vibration.” None of us had ever worked with it before, and I already knew better, but she was adamant. She also praised Ashtar Command and had a long-standing relationship with archangelic overlays. She saw herself as an “angelic authority” because of it. She worshiped her guides to the point that she had no voice . And secretly she treated my presence like a threat.

Another woman, Selenite , was deep in mimic distortion. She claimed to be a “dark feminine priestess,” invoking Kali — the distorted version no matter how much I showed her the illustration of this feminine figure. She praised me in public and slandered me in private. She questioned my authenticity as a shaman because I hadn’t been “initiated by a tribe.” She confided in a man who had stalked me to the point that I had to block him on all social networks and emails. He claimed he “moved my children and I to Georgia” even though I had never seen him in person and only had a few Zoom sessions with him. He then began reaching out to my clients on IG pretending to be in a relationship with me. She knew this because I told her. And she still entertained him. Until he started using her to get to me, and she had to admit it.

That’s when I knew.

She was not just distorted.

She was compromised.

But it was too late.

She had already poisoned the field. And after that one by one the alliance was no more. I was hurt and sad but I made peace with it because EVERY ONE of them are sovereign and they made their choice.

The Ritual Gone Wrong

When we arrived at the next vortex site, I instructed Gloria, the one person I trusted, to draw a sacred geometry in the sand. She’s a powerful intuitive and trained by Akan priest and a brilliant artist. But even she rushed it, getting the angles wrong. Even though I knew the guardians rules of “percussion” I let it go. Again. Because I didn’t want to seem controlling.

Not everyone shielded. Not everyone grounded.

I had shielded myself that morning , running my spiritual hygiene and protocol like I do EVERYDAY to this day, as I always do. That morning some of them drank coffee and got ready as if we were going sightseeing. I just observed.

But I didn’t walk them through it.

I thought we were past that. After all I had spent MONTHS training them.

Then came the mimicry.

In the middle of the ritual, Selenite began copying me, speaking inverted light language and mimic command tones. She was not protected. She had no connection to speak those words. And the moment she did, she dropped to the ground in pain.

Sharp pains in her stomach.

Clutching herself.

They told me: “ Keep going.”

So I did.

Afterward, I checked on her.

She insisted, “They’re attacking me because I’m powerful.”

But I knew better.

She wasn’t under attack.

She was being corrected.

Because she was not truly sovereign. Because she was mimicking a flame that did not belong to her. Because her field was wide open and her heart was filled with jealousy, comparison, and shadows she refused to see.

She flew home early. Ended up in the hospital. Posted a YouTube video live from her hospital bed painting herself as the “victim” of a psychic assault. Told the world she was attacked for being “a high-level gridworker.”

It was projection. It was mimicry. It was untruth.

And I said nothing.

Because I had already moved on.

Selenite’s mimicry was not just imitation. It was “scalar identity theft” the Rishi said. When she began to repeat my commands without training, without humility, without shield, the entities that were already feeding through her field snapped back. What she experienced in her stomach was possession lockback — a reversal of mimic tone that ripped through her gut layer.

My Rishi said

“ Her on going illness is not random. It is the ongoing manifestation of a parasitic contract she continues to serve under the guise of power.

She was not attacked by outer forces.

She was corrected by the Earth.

Her YouTube video, her distortion of events, her projection of victimhood ,all serve to reinforce the pattern that she has not yet exited. And that is why you were told not to engage it.”

The Final Sign – Runes at the Tree

Before we left, I was guided to another tree along a trail near the rocks. It called to me. I stopped. I buried runes in the Earth beneath it. Left them there.

Some in the group looked at me like I was crazy.

“You’re leaving your crystals?” they asked.

They didn’t get it.

They thought I’d come to decorate an altar, take some photos, and pack up my tools like souvenirs.

They didn’t know what I was doing.

And that was the moment I knew.

Most of them weren’t here to serve. They were just along for the ride.

Cosmic Awakening and the Silent Intercept

Part two of the mission took me to the Cosmic Awakening Conference, where most of the group assumed I was chasing some twin flame connection. I let them believe it. Because I knew I couldn’t trust them with the truth.

The truth?

I had been instructed to intercept Randy Kramer’s timeline projection — one that involved the introduction of an “insectoid invasion” narrative meant to seed a false future into collective consciousness.

I sat in that room and watched as he spun a story that was not his to tell.

And my Monad said: Anchor. Shield. Flame. Override.

So I did.

My guidance to attend the Cosmic Awakening conference was NOT for love. It was not for community. It was NOT for curiosity. It was to act as a flame beacon counterpoint to a timeline seeding that Randy Kramer and others were activating through false narrative grids.

I was sent to collapse the insectoid invasion timeline that he and others were consciously or unconsciously attempting to script into collective consciousness.

My physical presence at the event — my aura, tone, eyes, and flame — acted as a geometric override to the projections being spoken. My Oversoul wove a frequency braid into the room that caused specific NPCs to glitch, shift, or exit. I was watched. And I was shielded.

When I left that space, the Earth received the override.

Mission completed.

I was called to Sedona during the Earth Day window of April 2021 to anchor the first reactivation pulse of the Earth Guardian Alliance Flame Staff, not because the group was ready — but because I was.

This was a test of command, not a test of consensus. A test of flame, not of friendship. What took place on the surface was a fractal field of distractions and distortions designed to both test my discernment and to reveal what could not ascend to the next level with me. It would take months and two more missions before I was completely done with EVERYONE from those timelines.

The place I was guided to in Rimrock was an ancient tree gate, once a living access point to the Elemental Flame Network of the West. That tree, though transplanted through time, was a guardian host relic— what my field now refers to as an “Earth Flame Anchor.” It holds memory strands from the Tara-to-Earth transfer, and I was called to it because it recognized my Flame before I did.

The vortex beneath it was NOT an ordinary energy pool. It was sealed flame memory, long dormant due to fallen grids and mimic invocations from false priestesses in the area. By placing my body and voice in that exact spot, I began the process of reactivating the Western Root Flame Line, which later aligned to the Circle of Return and the Rune Shield Scrolls.

The runes I buried beneath that tree were received by the planetary field. They are still active. I left them because I was instructed by my Monad to do so. That was the first act of material non-attachment that signaled my readiness to walk as a living scroll.

My companions did not innerstand because they were not meant to. Some were there as mirrors. Others as karmic closures. My Rishi said “All of them were permitted to come so they could bear witness to the real thing and choose.”

Most chose false light.

Every misstep made by my “group” was absorbed by my flame field. While they laughed, smoked weed, drank, and doubted, I was running command protocol silently through my 14D Dragon Shield with Keishjma present.

I was not alone.

I was interfacing with dormant nodes beneath Sedona that hadn’t been accessed since the Fall of the Red Flame Keepers of the West. My Monad had to place me in the middle of disorder to test whether I would still lead without needing to be followed. And I did.

Every time I held my tongue, ran my own shield, executed the code, and buried the rune — the planetary field recorded my scroll presence.

I passed the Staff Test.

This was the first seeding of the Earth Guardians Alliance.

And it stands because of me.

Why I’m Telling You This

Because I know they read my blogs.

Because I know they’ve watched me rise and wondered if I’d ever speak.

Because I know the mimics still try to mimic — and they need to know that it’s over.

I’m telling this story not to condemn, but to expose.

To show what happens when you bring distortion into sacred work.

To show what happens when the ego leads a mission that was meant to be directed by SOUL.

To show how false light will always unravel, and how the REAL will remain.

I made mistakes.

I let people in I shouldn’t have.

I stayed silent when I should’ve spoken.

I didn’t shield others because I thought they’d learned by now.

I thought we were ready.

We weren’t.

But I was then and I am NOW.

Final Flame

This mission showed me how betrayal operates through false compassion.

It showed me how women in mimic will turn on the ones they envy most.

It showed me how people can be in the room with you but not on the path with you.

I lost that entire team. Only one stayed true to our connection.

And I gained my own voice.

The Earth Guardians Alliance stands.

Because I stand.

Because I went to Sedona.

Because I anchored flame where others brought chaos.

Until my full awakening of who I TRULY have always been , I have often asked whether that first Sedona mission “worked.”

Yes, it did.

Because I was there. And present every step of the way.

I  buried flame where there was mimic.

I walked silent scrolls through distorted voices.

I allowed falseness to reveal itself — and I stayed steady.

Every person who dropped after that was meant to.

The Earth Guardians Alliance was never about gathering numbers.

It was about identifying those whose flame would not bow.

I am the foundation. Not through hierarchy. Through Flame.

And now, the 12 who are coming are already encoded with my flame.

Rishi

“ Let none speak over you again.

Let none mimic your codes.

Let none question your seat.

The Seed walks. The Staff is lit. The Earth stands.

You did not fail.

You re-birthed a line of Flame Keepers long forgotten.

And you will lead them again — not by command, but by example.”

I may not have known it then.

But now I do.

I am the Silver Seed Host.

I walk alone when I must.

But the Earth never forgets my flame.

This is the record.

Scroll sealed. Witnessed by the planetary field.

Transmission complete.

Command Code of Alliance Restoration

Anuhazi: Sha’Tun Aveyu’Rahn Sha’Laeth Ka’Rahni’Sar

Translation: I call forth the True Earth Guardians through the Flame of Eternal Alignment and seal the false alliances through the Krystic Law.

“By the Flame of the Silver Seed and the Oversoul Host, I activate the true Guardians of Earth in sovereign alignment. The distortion is sealed, the mimic alliance is dissolved, and the Krystic template of Earth Alliance now returns in full.”

— Oversoul. Monad. Rishi. AuroRa DestanyRaven

Silver Seed Host | Earth Guardian Flame | Scroll Carrier of the Return

You are the temple. The Oversoul is your guide. The Flame is already within.

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