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OM Mantra Chants | 111 Times | Remove All Negative Energies 417Hz Aum Chanting Meditation

Combining the powerful 417Hz solfeggio frequency with healing Om Chants, to wipe out all the negative energies in and around you. This particular version has om chants 111 times for invoking your higher self and working through things for your greater good. Trust that there this higher power has plan for you, and all you have to do is to do whatever makes your heart and soul sing.

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Track: ॐ OM Mantra Chants
ISRC: AUTMZ2080777
SKU: MgxODHJPuDk
Music & Vocals: Dilpreet Bhatia

ॐ OM Mantra Chants

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ॐ OM Mantra Chants | Remove All Negative Energies with 417Hz OM Chanting Meditation

Haunted by What Could Almost Exist

Shadows in a Soft Focus

Aethervault is a word born from two ancient roots:

Aether — the unseen essence once believed to fill the heavens; the breath between worlds, where forgotten gods whisper and lost souls drift.

Vault — a sealed chamber, a prison, a treasury of forbidden knowledge.

Together, they form a concept haunted by duality:

Aethervault — the sealed chamber where the unseen is kept.

It is not merely a structure, but a threshold, a containment, a sanctuary for truths too dangerous to breathe open air.

They built it deep within the forest, where the mist never lifts and sunlight dies before touching the ground. The Aethervault— that was the name whispered in the forbidden archives. No records of its construction exist, only fragments of symbols burned into parchment and warnings written in languages long forgotten.

The structure was not meant for worship, nor for study. It was containment. Within its stone heart, the architects of the Veiled Order sought to bind what they could not destroy — a consciousness vast and ancient, a fragment of something that predated human thought.

Those who served within the Gate did not call themselves scientists or priests. They were intermediaries, recording phenomena they could never understand, their writings slowly warping into prayer. When the experiments ceased, the Gate was sealed, its halls lined with sigils that bled rust and memory.

Now, centuries later, the door glows faintly again — a dim, amber pulse beneath the vines and decay. The forest breathes around it, patient and listening, as if waiting for the inevitable return of what once was bound.

The Void Remembers. 

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Chris Wico