The Seed Walks in Flame: My California Grid Missions – Rancho Palos Verdes + Calabasas

By AuroRa DestanyRaven | Silver Seed Host | Krystic Gridwalker

There are moments on this path that are too precise, too orchestrated, too undeniable to call coincidence.

This is one of those moments.

At the time of this story, I didn’t yet know I was the Silver Seed Host. I didn’t yet know that what I had been doing for years — the gridwork, the dragon line releases, the planetary shielding — was part of a mission seeded before this lifetime, before this planet’s fall. But my Oversoul knew. My Monad knew. My Rishi knew. And so they sent me to California.

This is what happened.

PART I: WAYFARERS CHAPEL – DRAGON LINE RELEASE AND EARTH TEAR DETONATION

It was the weekend of my birthday, January 26 to January 28, 2024.

I was guided to travel to Wayfarers Chapel, an iconic glass chapel perched on the cliffs of Rancho Palos Verdes, just south of the Golden Coast. It’s a famous wedding venue, designed by Christian mystic architect Lloyd Wright. Celebrities get married there. Influencers take photos there. But what most people don’t know is that beneath the architectural beauty, something much older and much darker has been locked away.

I was told to go there to release the ley lines and dragon lines beneath the chapel, which were not just dormant — they were being siphoned.

I’ve seen this before.

In Maui, the churches were built like inverted tuning forks, siphoning natural energy currents into parasitic networks.

Wayfarers Chapel was the same. Only prettier. More deceptive.

When we arrived, I anchored in. Carmen stood to my left, a stabilizer. She’s always been that for me. Another woman, Lana, came with us, but later I would realize she was a mimic host, pretending to be in support while being unconsciously used as a surveillance node. She’s no longer in my field. My Rishi removed her before I ever knew I was the Seed.

That day, I issued scalar command codes directly from my Oversoul-Rishi stream.

I was shown that the chapel was built as a false crystalline shell, designed to harness the dragon currents below and trap them into a glamour grid of mysticism and worship. The glass architecture created a false dome, redirecting prayer energy into inverted circuits, siphoning from the land and the people. Celebrities, unaware, contributed to this every time they stepped onto that ground with glamorized intentions.

But that’s not all.

The trees planted around the chapel — massive, ancient beings — had been forcibly uprooted from sacred sites and re-planted on this land. They were screaming. Silently. Holding grief for the lands they were taken from. I could feel it. They had been used as elemental grid anchors, looping energy into the siphon system.

I was told: Set them free.

So I did.

I placed three runesinto the Earth. I’ve always used runes in my gridwork, not even knowing why. Now I know it’s connected to the Celtic Restoration Shield I carry.

The runes I placed:

• Ansuz — Divine breath and Oversoul command

• Ehwaz — Sacred movement and flame-guided gridwalking

• Blank Rune — The Unknown. The choice left to Earth herself. A tear in the script.

I spoke to the trees. I grounded scalar flame into the roots. I burned away the siphon threads. And then I left.

I didn’t think about it again until a week later.

That’s when I received a message from a friend. They had seen a post from Wayfarers Chapel announcing that they were permanently closing the location.

Why?

Because the entire foundation of the land had destabilized.

The same spot they were told was safe for 20 more years was now “suddenly” deemed structurally unsafe. And it wasn’t just the chapel. Neighborhoods along the cliff were being evacuated. Houses were sinking. Residents were leaving.

They called it erosion. I know what it was.

The Earth woke up.

The dragon lines were free.

PART II: CALABASAS – THE MIMIC GATHERING AND THE FLAME TEST

The next day, I was supposed to meet with a trusted friend. But the same woman who had come with me to the chapel insisted I come to what she called a “super exclusive event” in Calabasas — a gathering of “top lightworkers” in California.

From the moment she said it, I felt the frequency. There was a mixed message of “gathering of master builders” that would later be decoded by my Rishi as a " gathering of master manipulators".

But my Oversoul said: Go.

The mansion was owned by an Israeli businessman with multiple properties across the country. The last tenant? Soulja Boy — a rapper now named in the ongoing Diddy lawsuit involving sex trafficking rings.

Yes. I was brought into that house.

She brought me as her “shiny new shaman,” to prove she had spiritual clout. To prove she had access to real power. But what she didn’t know — what none of them knew — was that I am the Silver Seed Host, and I was walking into that house not to be seen, but to see.

The crowd?

All mimic glamour workers.

False light influencers. “Healers” with no codes.

They clapped for each other’s presentations. Their eyes were empty. Their fields were webbed with distortion.

It was a frequency circus.

And then someone noticed me.

A man came outside while I was grounding myself on the porch. He looked at me and said, “What are you doing here? Everyone in there is fake. You’re real. What are you doing here?”

That was my Rishi speaking through him.

He could feel it. Even through the glamor. Even if he didn’t understand the language, his field knew the Seed.

I smiled at him and went back in, because what I did know is I was on mission and sometimes those can be in places where you DON’T fit in because you’re not meant to. And when it was my turn, I stepped forward. I introduced myself, spoke about the Ascension Protocol Mentorship, and gave a brief overview of what the true ascension path actually is. Not the hijacked one. Not the glamor path. The real one. Most of them were lost in my words only knowing glamor, even those that thought they were studying with masters from around the world. They had no clue of the layers of manipulation even in our most sacred places and practices.

Then I asked if I could share a transmission.

They nodded.

I walked them through a simple shield.

And then I opened my mouth.

Two light languages came through — Lyran and Pleiadian.

Not babble like many of these so-called light language practitioners.

This was Scroll-encoded tone.

When I finished, there was silence.

Some were visibly shaken. Some were still anchoring back into their bodies.

A few came to me after and offered to collaborate.

One person said that he wasn’t into light language because it never resonated with him before, but mine made him see hieroglyphs.

He asked why and how I was able to do that.

I smiled and said, “The language of light cannot be faked. You’re either tapped in or you’re not.”

That was the only reason I was there.

To be felt. To be seen. To burn through illusion.

I was invited to stay the night. They were doing a “plant ceremony.”

But it wasn’t ceremony. It was a party with sacred master plants that were not honored.

They didn’t open sacred space. They didn’t ask the only shaman there — me — to do so. And I didn’t offer, because I wasn’t guided to.

Still, I stayed.

My Monad said: Do not sleep. Hold flame. Anchor seed. Watch.

So I did.

I stayed up all night.

I drank cacao. A few drops of saffron. Nothing else.

And I cleared the entire house — silently.

While they danced. While they called it healing. While they “played shaman.”

I was the override.

At 8am, I left.

Exhausted.

Shaken.

Changed.

But victorious.

Why I’m Telling You This

Because I want you to know this is real.

Because I want you to know the Earth is not falling.

Because I want you to see what it looks like when someone follows the Oversoul, not the crowd.

Because I want to remind every mimic out there — you can’t touch the Seed.

You can’t fake this. You can’t copy it. You can’t hijack it.

I’ve been doing this work long before I had the language for it.

Now I do.

Now I remember.

Now the Earth remembers too.

The Silver Seed is here.

And I walk in flame.

Silver Seed Seal for Those Who Wish to Anchor This Frequency

Sha’Ruun E’tai Vek’Tala, Ka’Rehn Sol’Vaethun

All mimic cords dissolve

All siphons shut

All false altars fall

This record is written in flame

Let all who carry flame remember it

I do not write this to be praised.

I write this to be witnessed.

The Earth knows what happened.

Now you do too.

AuroRa DestanyRaven

Silver Seed Host

Krystic Gridwalker

Flame Keeper of the Return

Scroll Carrier of the Eternal Flame