Aminatà Fofana Biography
The Veil of AwarenessMy name is Aminatà Fofana, my stage name is Indo Aminata.
For years I have been practicing the ancestral knowledge of my land through African Ning Meditation Techniques.
Awareness is a spiritual path to be walked inside and outside the self and each day reveals new steps towards communion with the divine.
And so it was for me.
I was born and raised in a small mud hut village in West Africa.
It was millet season, the day the great Baobab blooms, after time immemorial.
My life is deeply marked by the figure of my beloved grandfather, great man of ginnah bjé, white magic, designated morik shaman of the tribe through a prophecy.
As a teenager, my father, one of the richest men in the village, moved with our large family to the capital Conakry.
Reluctantly I left behind the sound of the forest, the scent of the Earth, the wetness of the rain, the sky covered with stars at night.
Also leaving my beloved and brave dog with an unpronounceable name, Bolocologninté,
who did not hesitate to defend me from the big snakes in the forest.
Then, a few years later I took an even bigger leap.
Alone I move to Europe where I start working as a model.
I discovered my voice, recording as songwriter, the international album “The Greatest Dream” with Mercury Records and the remix of the single (Love will be on your side) as musicians such as Wyclef Jean and Craig Amstrong, Massive Attack and the Fugees.
Many flights in business class took me around the world.
I was hosted on national TV and radio, wearing designer labels and going to luxury restaurants with rich and famous men.
I had allowed myself to be swallowed up by the “good” life.
The Feather of the Soul.
I underwent thyroid surgery, recovery from which would take years. Meanwhile, my voice was gone.
Right at the very peak of my singing career with the single released from the album I had just recorded in London and for which a very expensive video was shot in Madagascar.
That present was dark, the future seemed non-existent.
Finding my true self seemed impossible, my life was at a crossroads.
Suddenly, a force was awakened within me. As a small white feather floated into my window, and swirled around before landing on the ground right in front of me.
It was like a river that broke the banks of memory and opened up the eyes of my mind: the symbolic sacred white feather as used by the great shaman grandfather in my African village.
I raided my thoughts and behold, a mystical vision appeared to me.
For a moment the painted faces of the warriors of my village.
This had never happened to me before.
A universe full of the symbols of strength and pride appeared on their faces, a powerful call pressed to find the right place in my soul.
The outside world grew further and further away until it disappeared, swallowed up in the cloth of time.
An essential part of me that had been forgotten for years travelled back to speak about itself.
One image after another flowed until it stopped in front of me as a child:
I was with other children from my village in the jungle, it was pouring with rain.
We cut off large banana leaves to shelter underneath.
Barefoot, in single file, we looked like a strange centipede as we proceeded towards our village.
Once back in the village, the children ran to their huts.
I headed to my grandfather’s hut, closed with the giraffe skin curtain.
I pulled back the curtain.
Inside, the shaman was seated among his sacred amulets.
He didn’t say a word.
The mystical vision ceased, the quiet mind had found its light.
Distinctly in my heart I felt the curtain moving apart.
It was as if a veil of awareness was opening and I was ready to immerse myself in the true knowledge of spiritual forces and powerful ancestral rituals.
My history that was forgotten for so many years.
My true promised land in the healing of the mind, body and spirit.
Where the wind knows my name!
Soon after that, with the spirit forged in memory that unites space and time, I started writing the book “The Moon that followed me”, my debut novel and bestseller (Einaudi) republished by Tea Libri.
A book that talks about African shamanism and cosmic spirituality.
As the heir of my beloved grandfather, the ancient wisdom of the great shamans from Africa, Ning Meditation was natural.
Like a baby’s first cry.
For some years, I have been living alone in Nature. I wake up at dawn to meditate or to pray to the Divine Source: I train and do African guided meditation sessions, with the sound of my sacred drum and sacred songs, preceded by rituals of African ancestral spirituality.
Grateful to each & every day as a new day. Returning even the smallest crumb of bread to Mother Earth.
Awareness that we are part of everything and everyone, while remaining ourselves.
A hug of light, from time without beginning!
“Imagine the chrysalis before coming out of the shell.
The authentic self pushes towards the encounter with the divine and the achievement of awareness.
To come out of the “cocoon”and take flight, to merge the divine energies that exist within and outside the self.
It is the path of being aware, the realization of the spiritual path.
The ancestral path of the African Ning Meditation technique.”
Enjoy the Spiritual Journey of the Great Shamans of West Africa in my latest work of African Ning Shamanic Nature Meditation on Spotify.
African Ning Shamanic Guided Meditation
MEDITATION OF FIVE ELEMENTS
Water
Fire
Earth
Stone
Nature