Our Story
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Harmonic Butterfly began in 2019, when Colombian-born artist Tatiana Hassan met Canadian musician and sound engineer Hon “Soulo” Chow in Victoria, British Columbia. Drawn by curiosity about Hon’s experiments with cymatics, Tatiana stepped into his studio not yet knowing that this meeting would open an entirely new chapter of her creative life.
What started as playful jam sessions quickly became a channel for something greater. Though Tatiana had long dreamed of pairing music with her movement practice, she had never devoted herself fully to sound. Encouraged by Hon’s trust and non-judgmental spirit, she began to sing — tentatively at first — until the music began to pour through her voice like a language of light. Their sessions became portals of discovery, merging sound healing, improvisation, and the unseen worlds.
From those early days, the duo cultivated a rhythm: weekly studio sessions filled with guitars, flutes, bowls, loops, laughter, and what they call happy accidents — moments when the unexpected shaped the magic. Hon’s decades of experience in sound engineering met Tatiana’s intuitive ear for layering and editing, forming a creative partnership grounded in deep trust and play.
As the music unfolded, so did the myth. Songs like The Butterfly carried their own destiny, urging to be recorded. Everyday objects became instruments — mason jars, kettles, the hum of a dehydrator, even the footsteps of Tatiana’s cat Neptune or the gentle shake of Hon’s beloved dog Lily. Nothing was excluded; everything was welcome in the great harmony of life’s orchestra.
Over time, other musicians entered their orbit — Jessica Phillips, Sean Wideman, Sandy Dacey, Carolyn Nesbitt, Felix Bourbeau, and Ansel Anderson — bringing their unique sounds to the living tapestry. Each collaboration felt spontaneous and sacred, woven from friendship, curiosity, and the joy of shared creation.
The project’s name, Harmonic Butterfly, revealed its deeper meaning only later. The butterfly — symbol of metamorphosis — mirrors humanity’s awakening, while harmonic represents the frequencies through which transformation occurs. In the words of the Gene Key 55, this is the era of liberation through vibration — a time when consciousness itself is shifting through sound.
Rooted in playfulness and spiritual depth, Harmonic Butterfly continues to evolve as a living prayer of unity, where every tone, being, and moment belongs. Their purpose is simple yet profound: to restore harmony through sound, awaken the spirit of wonder, and remind the world that transformation is the music of life.
Studio Stories & Anecdotes
Behind every Harmonic Butterfly song lives a constellation of stories — small miracles, playful discoveries, and the living spirit of creation. Our studio has never been a conventional space; it’s a temple of sound where laughter, chaos, and wonder coexist.From the beginning, happy accidents became part of our language. A misplaced tone, a strange echo, or a forgotten mute button often turned into something magical. Hon would smile and say, “Leave it — let’s see what happens.” More often than not, that unexpected sound became the heart of a track.Many of our songs carry the fingerprints — or pawprints — of our animal companions. Neptune, Tatiana’s cat, often wandered through the sessions, his soft footsteps weaving their way into recordings. Hon’s beloved dog, Lily, had her own rhythm; a shake of her head or the jingle of her collar sometimes found its way into the mix. After Lily passed in 2024, her spirit remained present in the studio, especially during the creation of The Morning After the Mourning — a song that became both elegy and celebration of her light.
We’ve always believed that everything is music. Mason jars filled with water became percussion. The hum of a kettle, the resonance of a dehydrator lid, or the clack of a potato-chip bag became textures in our soundscapes. Once, a friend left a dulcimer in Tatiana’s home — completely out of tune. Instead of fixing it, we recorded it as it was, birthing the song Tommy Jane, named after the wandering fairy soul who brought it into our lives.When Hon said we needed a violin for The Morning After the Mourning, Tatiana found an old, squeaky one and played it fearlessly — even its screech made it into the final mix. Later, midi strings layered above it gave the track its soaring tone, but somewhere deep in the sound, that little out-of-tune violin still sings its imperfect truth.
Guests often appear in our story like passing comets:Jessica Phillips, with her mermaid voice, brought sacred feminine waves into our sessions.Sean Wideman joined with his bowls and light-language chants, grounding celestial frequencies into earth tones.Sandy Dacey, normally angelic in her performances, dove into wild, shamanic improvisations with us — shaking potato-chip bags as if they were ancient bones.Carolyn Nesbitt sang an ode to water so pure it felt like the ocean itself was breathing with us.Felix Bourbeau and Ansel Anderson — from the band Treetone Spaceship — jammed with didgeridoos and electric guitars, igniting a track filled with laughter and solar energy.
Even our instruments have personalities: Hon’s guitar, David, has been his companion for years, always by his side. Sometimes a new sound seems to appear from nowhere — a marimba, a flute, a toy vacuum cleaner — just when the song calls for it. We’ve learned to trust that the universe delivers exactly what’s needed.Our sessions are as much about play as they are about creation. Between recordings, we make spontaneous, silly videos — moments of pure joy that became our Instagram presence. Unfiltered, funny, and childlike, they capture the essence of Harmonic Butterfly: creativity as play, sound as freedom, and music as the echo of wonder.At the heart of it all, our studio is a living organism — inhabited by spirits, animals, memories, laughter, and light. Every sound carries a story, every “mistake” becomes a teacher, and every song reminds us that when we play like children, the universe joins in.
Unexplainable Mysteries
Some of our most sacred songs were not composed — they were remembered. They arrived in dreamtime, in the spaces between worlds, as mantras carried by spirit through sound.
Satya Loka came to Tatiana in an astral dream. She found herself as pure consciousness — not in human form — wandering a dim, colorless realm. Then, from her own spirit, the sound “Satya Loka” began to rise and sing itself through her. As the tones filled the space, the dull landscape transformed — darkness dissolved into light, shimmering with iridescent hues. Upon waking, Tatiana searched the meaning of the word and discovered its Sanskrit roots: Satya, meaning “truth” or “ultimate reality,” and Loka, meaning “realm” or “plane of existence.” Satyaloka is known in ancient Vedic cosmology as the highest heavenly realm — the abode of pure truth and illumination. The song thus became a transmission of remembrance — sound as light returning to truth.
Ekaika Lalama was born from a dream of shadow. Tatiana found herself facing dark, demonic figures — immense and terrifying. Yet from deep within her being, a mantra began to emerge: Ekaika Lalama, Ekaika Lalama... As she repeated the words, the darkness began to shrink, soften, and dissolve until it vanished into nothingness. The mantra carried a vibration of love that neutralized fear, revealing that even darkness longs to be seen and embraced. Later, the syllables were found to echo Sanskrit-like roots meaning “to bring back to divine order” or “to restore to purity.” The song became an invocation of compassion — a remembrance that all things, even shadow, stem from the light and ultimately seek to return to it.
Andromeda emerged from meditation rather than dream — an intentional attunement to the Andromedan frequency. In the studio, Tatiana entered a trance state, channeling luminous light language in a single take using a newly discovered looper. The result was a multidimensional chant — a crystalline connection to galactic consciousness, recorded in one breath of pure inspiration.
Siren emerged as the voice of the water itself sang through her. Guided by Hon’s encouragement to feel the presence of whales and oceanic realms, Tatiana closed her eyes and surrendered. What came through was a voice she barely recognized as her own — fluid, operatic, filled with oceanic emotion. The song is an ode to the element of water, to memory, and to the divine feminine currents that sing through all creation.
Each of these songs reminds us that music is more than sound — it is a bridge between realms. Whether arriving in dreams, visions, or imagination, these transmissions reveal that vibration itself carries wisdom. Through Harmonic Butterfly, we give these frequencies form, so the worlds we touch in spirit can also be heard in this one.