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An Ode to Chantress Seba

Abby Dougherty
3 min readJun 1, 2024

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Chantress Seba, Angelic Relaxing Frequency: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fDOsdEDQ1s

I can’t begin to voice the experience of listening to her music/invitation to connect with all that is. But a short story below to try and begin to capture the experience.

Story

In the heart of the ancient forest, where sunlight danced through the canopy and the air hummed with life, I met Chantress Seba. Her presence was a force of nature, serene yet powerful, like the whisper of the wind through the trees. She was known as the keeper of the aaware, the deep state of interconnectedness with all that is.

The journey to find her had been arduous, guided by tales and fragments of old songs passed down through generations. As I approached her, she stood amidst a circle of ancient stones, their surfaces etched with glyphs that seemed to pulse with a rhythm of their own. Her eyes, deep and knowing, met mine, and she beckoned me forward with a gentle smile.

“Welcome,” she said, her voice a melodic blend of warmth and wisdom. “You have come seeking the aaware.”

I nodded, words failing me in the presence of her calm certainty. She took my hand, her touch light yet grounding, and led me to the center of the stone circle. There, she began to chant, a sound that resonated deep within my soul, harmonizing with the very essence of the forest around us.

The chant was unlike anything I had ever heard, a series of tones and vibrations that seemed to unlock hidden chambers within my mind. As the sound enveloped me, I felt a shift, a gentle pulling away of the veils that had long separated me from the world. Each note of her song wove through my being, dissolving barriers and opening my heart to the profound connections that lay beneath the surface of reality.

I felt the pulse of the earth beneath my feet, a steady, life-giving rhythm that mirrored my own heartbeat. The trees around me seemed to breathe in sync with the chant, their leaves rustling in response. I sensed the flow of the river nearby, its waters carrying the stories of countless lives, and the wind that played among the branches, whispering secrets of the ages.

In this heightened state, I became acutely aware of the intricate web of life that…

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Abby Dougherty
Abby Dougherty

Written by Abby Dougherty

Abby Dougherty, PhD, loves to learn, and produce scholarship on relational-cultural theory, virtual reality, AI, and using mindfulness in counselor education.

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