June 7, 2025 The Whisper of the Akashic Sound
Ava Adams’ account of her discovery of Vocal Sound Healing
I found The Akashic Sound along the Pima Canyon Trailhead in Tucson, Arizona in 2008.
It came as a whisper — a vibration I felt and heard rising from the rocks. Familiar, yet beyond words. What emerged from my mouth was a language that transcended English, resonant with a core truth that felt like it came from the foundation of life. This language flowed through me, connecting me to the cosmos and to the living land beneath my feet.
Pima Canyon had become a refuge from my growing sensitivity to electromagnetic frequencies pulsing through the desert city. The high-pitched buzz from electrical sockets pressed in on my senses. In contrast, the canyon offered silence, presence, and a sense of belonging. There, my intuition found space to speak. It could be heard.
At the time, I was struggling with depression. I had just returned from a year-long cultural exchange in Brazil — a chapter so rich and immersive that I felt I could have stayed there forever. But the deal was to return, complete the Youth Ambassador Program, and reenter the U.S. educational system with “newfound knowledge.” Instead, I returned to a reality that felt predetermined. My intuition was calling me toward an uncharted path, one I couldn’t yet see, but deeply longed to follow.
I wanted a life chosen from within — one attuned to my natural inclinations, inner guidance, and creative spark. University felt like a funnel. I was 19 and yearning to witness my own wisdom bloom in its own time.
In that season, I was led to a weekly Sound Garden and Breathwork Journey. I met a friend who introduced me to EFT tapping with affirmations. Another gave me a small bag of chakra crystals, with a guide for sounding each center. I was invited to work in a local Divinations shop as a psychic medium – by a friend who reminded me of the birthright we all share – psychic intuition. I believed her, because I was guided by this knowing too.
Growing up, my mother often spoke in what she called a “Love Language,” said to have come from our Scottish lineage. My father sang channeled songs and played his flute-recorder in the streets to uplift spirits. Our kitchen sounded with drumming on pots and singing tunes of inspiration. These ancestral and everyday expressions nurtured my intuitive relationship with sound and story.
And so, that day on the trail, I heard the voice of the land. Amidst the crunch of dirt and stone, a breeze moved through the saguaros and ocotillo. The language rose again — from the rocks, on the wind. I felt it inside me before I spoke it aloud. The vibration rolled through my body.
And as I voiced it, I felt the whoosh of something vast — as if a giant’s hand passed my ear. I sensed the presence of ancient ones who had once walked this land. I knew, somehow, that this was the language that shaped these rocks. I saw faces emerge from the rocks. I felt their beginnings. The sound was a whisper, a memory, a song inside the stone.
I spoke. I listened. I felt.
And in that speaking, the land responded — a resonance between my cells and the cells of all creation. The pulse of time, the breath of beginnings. A reverberating container of consciousness.
Now, in 2025, as I train to become a Somatic Experiencing Practitioner, I am drawn to help others reconnect with their own inner vibrations — the intuitive language of their bodies in dialogue with the greater environment.
At The Somatic Sound, Trinity and I bridge intuitive feeling with vocal expression — weaving a tapestry of resonance that reaches across time, space, and story. Here, we remember that sound is a portal, and your voice is a thread to the timeless wisdom within and around you.
May this space be a return — to the song inside the Earth, to the whisper within your bones, to the knowing that was never lost, only waiting to be heard.