Get ready to trace the forgotten soundlines of women who sang the world awake.
This is not just a gift. Itâs an activation 40,000 years in the making.
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A sonic activation woven with the codes of our grandmothersâ
echoing through myth, memory, and the ancient voice of the feminine.
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A love letter to the voice inside you that was never truly lostâonly buried.
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Find a quiet space. Listen with headphones.
Place one hand on your heart, the other on your throat. Breathe. Press play. An email with this audio journey has also been sent to you.Â
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What you're 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 stirred in your chest, your throat, your womb⌠it wasnât by accident.
Learn More about SHE HUMSWhat's Coming Next?
The HERSTORY OF SOUND audio gift you just received 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: 5 part audio immersive journey & ebook.
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A month-long pilgrimage through the stories, the myths, the power, and the wisdom that were once silenced.
Learn More About SHE HUMS
Hi, 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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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.
