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On March 22, 2025, I died. The experience began slowly but eventually escalated into a full-blown exorcism, reminiscent of a scene from a horror movie, before transitioning to a state of tranquility and an understanding between two worlds, two entities, two dimensions, and two polarities. Today, I am here to share my truth with you, unapologetically.
Like any other day, I found myself rushing around—moving into my new house and preparing for a scheduled surgery, which was, in fact, a spiritual surgery. Yes, Mama, or rather Nana Ayahuasca, had called me. She signaled the alarm, and just like that, I was summoned.
The journey to the temple was not without its distractions. I dealt with a questionable landlord who failed to inform me about the cameras inside the property, forcing me to trust the universe as I left my son behind. I even had a flat tire along the way. Yet, despite these minor worldly issues, I remained still and calm, like a focused chess player. It felt as though I understood that what was to come would be far more significant than these trivial inconveniences.
I arrived an hour after my scheduled time. Upon arrival, I said goodbye to "Uncle," my occasional driver, assuring him I would call for my ride afterward. Then, I entered the temple. Auntie Akua, the shaman, greeted me and gently ushered me to my room.
The room was large and spacious, featuring wooden structures and a high wooden ceiling that evoked imagery of the Victorian era, reminiscent of the plantations of the southern United States during slavery. It had an en-suite bathroom, a large bed in the center with fresh white sheets, a bucket on the side, and a basket full of toilet paper. After changing into my white linen dress, we began the ceremony. At the altar, the shaman smudged me, and we set an intention. My intention was to free myself from the need to hide my brilliance and to fully embrace my leadership abilities, without second-guessing or feeling the need to apologize. That's when I honored my ancestors and guides, as well as myself, the most high, and I drank the concoction. Now, I don't even know how I managed this, but as I began to enter the experience, I heard buzzing. It was my phone. My son had made contact because the power was out in Ghana, and the caretaker's phone wasn’t charged, leaving him unable to communicate with the landlord, who was on a whole other continent. I was in a state between this world and the next, yet I had to text. I informed him of my condition. He asked for my son's number. I reluctantly gave it to him, knowing it was the best option so he could speak with the caretaker, who was outside the property but could communicate through the windows on loudspeaker. The last thing I remember was messaging my son, updating him, and at that point, I had left my body, so I don’t know HOW I was typing anything. I closed the message with, “All is well, everything will be fixed, and the ancestors are with you. Love you!” I put my phone on silent and tossed it away. And just like that, I entered the first realm. It was a beautiful dimension, full of patterns and ancient coding, all in the atmosphere. That’s when I saw her; I knew it was another version of me. She had short hair, a tall, thin waist, big breasts, and a full backside. She was a goddess. Her hands were constantly close to my face, waving a finger in a "no, no, no" gesture. She would come from different angles and spectrums, always with that movement. At first, it seemed that she was gesturing "No. No. No," but in actuality, she was shooing away any debris to clear the path for me before entering stage two. Just then, a male figure appeared quickly but tried to hide, mimicking the goddess's shooing. However, his gesture was more of a finger-pointing action, as he constantly attempted to conceal himself in the shadows. Next, I physically got up and headed to the bathroom. I was on my period, too. I sat on the toilet and immediately began experiencing diarrhea. After cleaning up, I put on my pad and panties and returned to my bed, although instinctively, I felt the bathroom was more receptive to my energy. I was right, because as soon as I returned to the room, my stomach churned, and it burned as if I were in labor, in pain from something that needed to be pushed out and released. It felt instinctive! So, I spun back to the bathroom, trying to keep my underwear and pad in order. It was so uncomfortable. That's when a voice whispered, "Don’t you realize that you’re in ceremony? Remove that!" So I ripped them off from my ankles, widened my legs, and purged and purged. It just flowed out of me. That's when I entered the gutter, the basement, the land of the forgotten, the insidious, the covert—the place nobody speaks about. Visually, it appeared as around five extremely dirty bathrooms. These bathrooms were filthy, dull, and grimy—like those you might find in a drug den or an abandoned fuel station. Each bathroom held a darkness that needed to be confronted. Each bathroom had a story to tell—one that was very painful. They were stacked on top of one another, forming a circle, each in its own dimension yet so close together. That's when Mister "Hiding in the Shadows" emerged again. I could sense his disdain toward me; it was obvious that he felt threatened by my presence. I gave him the space and opportunity to be acknowledged, inviting him to reveal himself. Just then, a little boy around nine years of age appeared, lying on his side in a drawer. He was curled up in a fetal position, his trousers and underwear pulled down past his knees, revealing himself in a very suggestive manner. This boy was deeply sacred, evidently traumatized, yet trained to be someone’s sex slave. I tried to summon him out of the drawer, but he wouldn’t move from that position. I spoke gently at first, then more confidently, trying to earn his trust. But he remained unresponsive. He couldn’t move. That's when I began to sing. It was a beautiful, angelic frequency—so soothing and maternal. As I sang, he began to relax. The more I sang about freedom and revelations, the more he softened. Still, he hesitated to come out completely, fearing the same rejection he had faced when he confided in the matriarch about what was being done to him in the dark. I continued to sing, and with each expression of my feelings, changes began to unfold. Each bathroom transformed into a magical, vibrant garden filled with rainbows, butterflies, fairies, and other magical beings. I could feel the presence of ancestors, and the Goddess Frida Kahlo appeared, assisting me with the transition, as these were heavy transits. After that initial transformation, it suddenly hit me—this is what they’re doing to the children. I was nearly breathless as the realization struck me, hitting me like a ton of bricks. I blurted out, “So this is what they’re doing to the children? This is what they’re doing to the little boys?” That realization ignited my anger. I was furious. Images began flooding my mind, and the little boy started to spill everything. I was overwhelmed by clear visuals of large houses and prominent men abusing little boys. These were children—none older than nine, eleven at most! All of this was happening while I was still purging. Blood and fluids were pouring from me, and I empathically experienced the physical and emotional symptoms these precious victims were experiencing. It wasn't a pretty thing. Blood and excrement pouring out of me as I remained sat on the toilet. I can feel the sweat trickling down my back, the fabric of my dress clinging to me like a second skin. My thigh-length locs, pulled into a single ponytail, have become heavy, resting on my shoulders while I hold them up with one hand. I catch a glimpse of my own eyes, glistening and salty, through the dim reflection on the white bathroom tiles. The toilet bowl is nearly overflowing, reminding me that I’ll need to flush again soon. There’s so much happening, yet amidst the chaos, a new energy is gathering clarity, even as my body feels weighed down. It’s as if I'm poised on the brink of a journey that spans several lifetimes, having traversed uncharted territories barefoot. As I stand here, I can sense the rhythm of my existence resonating in languages I don’t even recognize, but the main chant echoes loudly in my mind: "EVERYTHING must reveal!" It's a powerful call to action. I feel myself slipping between the embrace of masculine and divine feminine energies, and the theme becomes clear—life is highlighting the roots of toxic masculinity and the secrets woven deeply into the fabric of society. These men, once shadows of themselves, are crying out in their own brutal ways. Yes, their actions are unforgivable, but ignoring their struggles only pushes them deeper into darkness. What lies beneath the surface begs to be uncovered. One man stands out vividly in my mind—he sports thick "Tom Ford" black-rimmed glasses and a bald head, his quiet demeanor cloaking a turbulent soul. Dressed in a conservative navy blue long jacket, he carries a briefcase, but I can almost see the secrets swirling around him. I see that once he returns home, a darkness unfolds. He is drawn to a hidden chamber in his family house, a place where he harbors an innocent child, kept in an oppressive silence. The weight of this man's reality is almost surreal, as he unknowingly masquerades around a home harboring such sinister truths, all while his family remains blissfully unaware. I can feel the urgency ramping up around me—ancestors' voices rising in a powerful chorus. "No hair shall be left on your heads if you don't reveal it all today. Everything must REVEAL!" They insist, a palpable determination in their energy. With each passing moment, more souls seem to emerge from the shadows, ready to unveil their painful truths, and I know I need to draw the line. I realize that, until now, I have been unknowingly carrying the burdens of both known and unknown souls. Their energy has attached itself to my empathetic nature, and now, as I stand on the cusp of transformation, I understand it’s time to release them. As I set boundaries and lovingly release these burdens, I affirm my own strength—my path is clear. "I weave a new cloth of protection, health, and wealth after breaking this cycle. My bloodline is free; we embrace abundance and joy." With each powerful affirmation, I wrap my ponytail higher and higher, feeling the burdens fade away as my hairstyle transforms into a light, airy cone shape. For the first time, there’s no weight on my head with this hairstyle, a direct reflection of the spiritual metamorphosis taking place within me. Just then, the focus shifts, and a new energy envelops me. "Now that we’ve addressed everything else, it’s time to look at YOU," a voice says, cutting through the haze with a precise tone that lingers in the air. "Why do you shy away from embracing your power as a Madam? You insist on mingling with those less than you, the unequally yolked, the users and abusers, all in the name of" Saving my people" Well, no more, they screamed. Some of these people are only poor and needy when they see you coming. You must accept yourself! The moment I accepted my role in life as the disrupter of corruption and the catalyst for awakening to the true Christ consciousness within, I was immediately transported to a raw and energetic part of myself. "YESSSS Heaven, you've arrived. You know yourself now. You remember who you are!" I exclaimed sassily. "You are THAT BITCH! The true definition of the 'IT GIRL.' You're IT!... Yeah, I know that's right! You've arrived, MADAM JOSEPHINE! The one and only. If they hated you before, boy, do we feel sorry for them now because, baby, YOU HAVE ARRIVED!" A part of me felt shame for speaking so grandiosely about myself, but I immediately rebuked that imposter. I flicked my imaginary hair, since obviously my hair was all wrapped up, and I continued to look at myself in the tiles. I created a ritual by gathering my hands from the ground to my crown, proclaiming, "We create our own reality!" and then turned my arms forward, declaring, "And I always continue forward." No matter what, we ALWAYS continue forward. Forward doesn't always mean moving in a straight line; it can go up, down, sideways—it can be messy even. But through it all, we must continue forward. Just as my heart rate began to slow to a steady rhythm, I could feel myself returning to this earthly realm. The water started flowing again. Oh, I forgot to mention that whenever the power goes out here in Ghana, the water pressure is nonexistent. This was so symbolic of what was happening now: no more stagnant energy, just pure flow! I was immediately drawn to the window, and my guides—three magpies—were flying in a circle, akin to a dance of completion. They were so calm and peaceful, as if a new world had begun and nothing from the past remained. I laughed hysterically, like a little child. That's when I jumped in the shower and washed off, the whole time speaking to myself in a very childlike manner. Throughout this experience, the shaman Auntie Akua knew exactly when to assist me with soothing forest frequencies, a shaker, and her presence. Although she was on the other side of the wall, she was VERY present. She intuitively knew when I needed guidance through the uncertainty and when I didn't need hand-holding. I couldn’t imagine experiencing all of these dimensions and timelines without her excellent support as a mother, sister, observer, and cheerleader all in one! At the end of my journey, the children were all free and laughing. They were no longer hiding, and no longer had their pants and underwear pulled down. No! They were outspoken, mischievous, confident, courageous, and vibrant. They knew how to speak up for themselves, and I was amongst them. I accepted my position as Madam. I AM a madam. I am a leader, and my shine is extremely bright, unapologetically. I set the tone of being boundaried yet still free-spirited and kind. As I left the bathroom, wrapping the towel Auntie Akua had kindly left hanging on the door for me, I was welcomed by the children's voices. At first, I was unsure if I was hearing them in this realm or even in the house, but they were so loud, present, and bold that I followed the voices and discovered two beautiful children, around five years old—one boy and one girl. They stopped jumping around when they saw me. I jovially said, "Play around, yes! Make basa basa! You're children; you should be seen and heard. Don't stop because of me!" I began to compliment the little boy, who was about four, and the little girl gave me a look that demanded her affirmations of praise. "Oh, don't worry, Ohenema, I am coming to you next," I said playfully as her parents giggled in gratitude for the precious moment we were all sharing together. I advised her to always listen to her body and how she felt, explaining that our heads can deceive us to keep us safe and our hearts can lie because of love, but our bodies would never deceive us. "If you feel relaxed, you're in a safe environment. If you feel nervous or too excited, be aware." She nodded, as if an ancient part of her understood something that had been stored for the future and would come in handy at the right moment. It was such a revelation to know that children were asleep in the temple throughout my entire experience and woke up once I broke through the walls of fear. I couldn't have asked for better confirmation that the work was done. One masculine, one feminine? Wow! Serendipitous or WHAT! After they left, Auntie Akua and I had a consultation with fruit, during which I shared my experience with her. I was given homework to ensure that I utilized this medicine for a long time, not just as a fleeting moment. It’s 1:44 AM as I have completed this powerful testimony. 144. I am chosen because I CHOSE MYSELF! ASHE ASHE ASHE ASHE!
Ms Heaven.
Accra Ghana


Mmm, where to start. 2nd week of November 2024 was my first encounter with Mama Ayahuasca I had taken mushrooms the year before which was a mild but insightful experience, however big Mama was next level for me. So Akua Is a long time friend of my sisters who over the years I have had the pleasure of getting to know. The day of my ceremony I had prepared for weeks before by eating the selection of foods advised and taking a micro dose of the medicine the day prior. so I was ready, at least I thought I was . After Akua opening up the ceremony with beautiful affirmations, libation, intentions and gratitude, i sat across legged for about 30 mins so when Akua asked if I wanted to lay down it was a relief although in my mind I reflected on all the videos saying don't fall asleep stay upright mmm little did I know I took up the offer and went to lay down, 15- 20 min passed and that's when I knew I was in another world . The rhythm of the icaros being played seemed to get louder I merged somehow one with the chants and the ancestral presence of a sacred sisterhood we danced I knew all the dances communication was spoken in smiles head twists and hand gestures, we cried we embraced, we celebrated, we morned the destruction of nature. I gained new insight on what a long walk on a short path was. Akua with patience and intuitive compassion helped me through the more challenging parts of my journey she held space in a way you can fully focus on your experience yet knowing she is ready to assist. It was one of my eye opening life changing experiences and I'm grateful it was experienced with Akua
Hanna
Kumasi Ghana
I cannot think of a better person to go on these journey with. I never thought I’d do psychedelics, as it’s not something I’ve been interested in recreationally, but with the right guide, it’s the most useful healing/therapy tool I’ve ever tried. The thing that I love about Akua, is that he cares deeply about your safety (physical, emotional and spiritual) in a warm and motherly way, but also comes with no preaching or judgement. She gives honest feedback, but doesn’t try to sway you with her own opinion. It’s all about the medicine unlocking what’s already in you.
Laura Europe



I felt completely safe to go into a deep dive with the at a very high dose. Akua’s presence allowed me to fully let go and surrender. She carries an energy of deep compassion, complete non judgment, and intuitive understanding that created the perfect container for my journey.
Her grounded support helped me integrate the profound downloads I received, bringing clarity so much clarity and grounding everything I saw and experienced so that I may intergrate it into my life.
Akua holds space with grace and sacred intention. She is deeply attuned to the spirit of the medicines & elements.
I highly recommend journeying with her if you’re seeking a safe, expansive, and heart centered experience.
Tola. Europe
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I felt like I needed to detox from everything—silence, meditation, massage, pampering, and a renewed sense of direction. I needed something deeper.
The journey I took with Akua Ofosuhene as my Ayahuasca ceremony guide was truly enchanting, spiritual, and out of this world. It was incredible, unknown territory that was nothing short of mind-blowing. Throughout the experience, I felt completely in control of my own situation. In moments of uncertainty, I was reassured by Akua’s calming presence and the spiritual connection I felt to the Almighty. Their combined presence guided me through every step of the journey.
When I contacted Akua about Ayahuasca, I had seen her post connecting it to African spiritual practices, and I wondered if it could be what I needed.
At the time, I was searching for clarity—answers to where I stood in body, mind, and spirit. I spoke with a close friend who recommended Ayahuasca, sharing her own transformative experience and how it had given her clarity and a renewed sense of purpose. That conversation solidified my decision, as her calm and centered energy moved me in a way I hadn’t experienced before. I have known Akua for over a decade, and I see her as a Griot, a spiritual guide, and someone who embodies care and wisdom. She has always been a "mother hen"—supportive, nurturing, and positive. From the very first call, her warmth and guidance put me at ease. Her consultation before the ceremony was deeply informative, and she continued to provide clarity and counsel afterward. The experience itself was like something out of Black Panther—a moment where T’Challa undergoes the Heart-Shaped Herb ritual and is transported to the Ancestral Plane. Just as he connects with his ancestors, gaining wisdom and clarity about his purpose, I felt a similar connection during my journey. It was an emotional, symbolic, and spiritual experience that allowed me to tap into my heritage and identity in ways I never imagined. Since my ceremony on January 9th, I feel transformed for the better. My path is clearer, my purpose stronger, and I have a newfound connection to my spiritual side. Akua’s guidance made this journey life-changing. It’s something I would recommend to anyone ready to commit fully to a process of self-discovery, healing, and growth. I know where I am going, and I know who’s coming with me.
Nana Yaa Pokua II.
Accra
Greetings..
My interactions with Ayahuasca was an eye opening session to the truth of life, that anything out of me is out of my control.
I understood focusing on the present brings alignment, all else are lessons to be learned from then released.
The session was safely guided my the gentle presence of Sis Akua.
She also helped make.sense of the experience, to brake it down into actionable steps to be implemented.
Am grateful for the encounter and look forward to my next one .
Nana G

My Ayahuasca Experience with Akua
Participating in my ayahuasca ceremony with Akua was truly a beautiful and transformative experience. This journey had been on my bucket list for years, and I spent a long time contemplating how and when I would take this step. As fate would have it, everything aligned perfectly, leading me to Akua’s work through social media. I decided to reach out, and from our very first conversation, I knew I was in good hands.
Akua took the time to truly understand my intentions—why I felt called to this experience and whether ayahuasca was the right path for me. Through those discussions, I felt completely supported in my decision, ultimately choosing a private ceremony. Looking back, I’m so grateful I did. Being in a private setting allowed me to fully surrender, let go of any nervousness, and allow the medicine to do its work without distraction. The experience itself was beyond anything I could have imagined. In just a few hours, I felt immense growth—leaps and bounds beyond what I expected. I gained deep insights about myself, shifted my perspective in ways I never thought possible, and walked away forever changed. I couldn’t have asked for a better guide through this process than Akua. She is kind, deeply knowledgeable, and holds space with such care and wisdom. If you’re considering this journey but feel unsure about where to begin, she will help you find clarity and guide you every step of the way. If ayahuasca has been on your heart, this is the place for you. And Akua is the person to help you through it. This experience has profoundly changed my life, and for that, I am endlessly grateful.
Nnenna N
Accra, Ghana


I had an incredible ayahuasca experience with Akua, who is such a kind and welcoming person. She made me feel completely at ease and safe throughout the process, which I deeply appreciated. I really liked that the ceremony took place in a home setting with natural family background noises—it made the environment feel grounded and comforting. The ayahuasca was very potent, and Akua's approach of discussing intentions beforehand and evaluating the experience afterward was both thoughtful and effective. It allowed me to process everything more deeply and with clarity. I highly recommend her for anyone seeking a guided, meaningful experience
Milou
Ghana
I finally decided to take the plunge and go on a plant medicine journey.
I had received the message to go on a shroom journey time and time again through friends, strangers, media, and divination. But I wasn't ready to answer the call. The thought made me nervous. I was worried about what I would do during my trip. Would I have toileting issues? How will all the emotions I suppressed be released? Would I see scary beings? Would I see traumatic memories?
We had conversations before the journey so that I could create my intentions for the journey and also ask questions and express any worries that I had. Akua was great in supporting me refine my questions/intentions for medicine to work with so that I got the best out of my experience. I had such a beautiful experience !! I won’t go into any detail as it’s personal and should be kept sacred. I will say that I am so happy that I had the courage to follow through and allow myself such a beautiful experience. My ancestors really allowed me to feel just how much they loved and cared for me throughout the entire trip. Akua was so attentive throughout my journey. She supported me every step of the way . Akua embodies such a beautiful energy allowing me to feel safe, nurtured and supported. I am so incredibly grateful and thankful to Akua for being my sitter and supporting me on the journey. Akua is extremely knowledgeable when it comes to mushrooms and trips and gave me all the information I required to feel safe and comfortable. Infinite gratitude and thanks, Akua
Jordan
Europe