Red Forest Man Meets Yemaya Oshun


Red Forest Man

Who Came with me across the waters

Bury my chains

Some overboard return to Oshun Yemaya

Others to a strange land that kidnapped our bodies but not our souls

Red Forest Man

Skin hue Blood Red as though he were imbibing hot red Georgia clay

Black shining Hair sprouting from from his scalp like an untamed overgrown hedge

Burnished skin polishing up like a Fiery Cauldron flaying in the breeze

Berry stained

Berry Kist


Alien faiths forced upon Red and Black

Red Man Meet the Queen of All Gods and Goddesses

Red Man

Burnt Man

Red Man. Black Man. Burnt by the Son of God.

We step inside each others Reflections

The Border-less to which we shall return.

I was a bit slipping after a time of decay

Exposed in my gore

The Land Began to Reclaim it’s Own

I am Filled with Trees

Trees running rabid over raw Burgundy cuts

I am filled with Trees Ready to Burst forth with Dazzling Ruby Red Brilliant Blossoms


The People Have Spoken


Yemaya is the Yorùbá Orisha or Goddess of the living Ocean, considered the mother of all. She is the source of all the waters, including the rivers of western Africa, especially the River Ogun. Her name is a contraction of Yey Omo Eja, which means “Mother Whose Children are the Fish.”


Oshun is the Mother of the African sweet or fresh waters. In her form as the mother of salt waters, she is known as Yemaya. Like Egyptian Isis and later Greek Diana, Osun is the goddess of love and is widely beloved.


Yemaya II – Abbilona


Yemaya, Oya, Oshun, Shango @ Callejon de Hamel, la Habana 2016




Oshun III – Abbilona

Rivers of Ecstasy


Ibeyi – River

Afro-Caribbean Religions | The Digital Caribbean
Afro-Caribbean Religions | The Digital Caribbean

Oh Great Goddess Oshun Let Me Come to Your Waters that You May Wash My Soul.

Capture me in Your Ecstasies!  Wash over Me washing away the filth of modern life, Corporate America, capitalism, greed, anxiety and pain. Flow through me Queen of the Rivers with your cleansing floods. Casting off shadows I dive deep into your essence. Through the sweetest of baptisms I am made whole.  I hear the voices of my ancestors calling me. Calling me back home.

My mind touches the picture. Spirit possess me. Visions reach across centuries and your mind is at one with mine. I feel your emotions. Your fears. Your voice crying out across time. Ancestral spirits rise up from seas, oceans, rivers crossing the veil to those still earthbound crying, “Hear Our Voices! Be Our Conduit to the Future!”  Orisha speak through me! Orisha Speak through me!

Middle Passage and Trail of Tears join forces!  Come forth with Power and Grace!

I eagerly await your knowledge, wisdom and energies O’ Goddess of Creativity!

Female Ancestor from my Dad's side, Name lost to Time
Ancestor known only to God.

Ibeyi – River (RLR Remix)

Oshun « Brandon Valery
Oshun « Brandon Valery