Welcome, Beloved
This is not just an audio track.
This is a portal.
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You are holding a thread that stretches
back 40,000 yearsâ
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to when women drummed, hummed, keened,
and called through bone and cave.Â
When priestesses sang the stars into form,
and sound was not performance, but prayer, power, and pulse.
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It's a sonic prayer woven with the codes of our grandmothers
âa full body and soul activationâ
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Listen to the free audio gift
HERSTORY OF SOUND now
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What you'll be listening to:Â
This short piece weaves mythology, sound science, and ancestral memory.
â˘â  â Whispers of the keening women of Ireland
â˘â   â The hum of priestesses of Isis
â˘â   â The rhythmic heartbeat of ancient frame drummers
â˘â  â And the echo of your own voiceâbefore shame, silence, or separation
It was inspired by the groundbreaking work of Layne Redmond, author of When the Drummers Were Women, and the lost stories of women as sound technicians, healers, and frequency midwives.

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The Hum has just begun.
If something stirs in your chest, your throat, your womb⌠it isn't by accident.
What's Coming Next?
The HERSTORY OF SOUND audio gift is a remembering â but itâs only the beginning.
Youâre being invited into a
deeper journey.
A journey that doesnât just awaken memory, but walks you step by step through the myths that shaped womanhood â and gives you the tools to rewrite them in your own body and soul.
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Yes, take me there!
I'd like to invite you to
SHE HUMS
a Reweaving of HerStory
A month-long pilgrimage through the myths, the power, and the wisdom that were once silenced.
Learn More About SHE HUMSHi, I'm Fernanda.
Mother of three. Soul midwife. Priestess of sound and story.
I guide women through rites, thresholds, and the sacred remembering of who weâve always been.
To me, sound is the Goddessâcreationâs first breath.
Herstory of Sound was born from my devotion to the Goddessâ
conceived in Hathorâs temple, where I heard Her hum like a birthing woman.
This is an offering to Her, and a gift for you.
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There is a hum that lives beyond words.
You are already part of it.
Beloved one,
You who have listened,
You who have opened the inner ear of your soul â
May the hum you have heard never be silenced.
May your voice rise, clear and true, woven with the voices of all who came before.
You are the living song.
You are the remembering.
