Spoilers ahead! If you haven’t watched Sinners yet, proceed with an open mind and a covered crown.
I love when movies start with the end.
It reminds me that sometimes the end is the very thing that changes us. Just like how a 24-hour period can shift your spirit so deep, you return home unrecognizable—not to others, but to yourself.
That happened to me once. I was a young girl babysitting for two sisters. My mother let me spend the night at their home. But when I came back the next morning? I wasn’t the same.
Watching Sinners reminded me of that exact feeling.
I purposely avoided watching explanations, reviews, or spoilers. Even from sources I trusted. I wanted to sit with the film, uninterrupted. I wanted to form my own truth.
And what I saw? Whew. Let me say this clearly:
Pure whites were the vampires. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually. And melanated folks? We were the ones working in the sun.
Let’s unpack this.
The Church, The Deal & The Disrespect
When Preacher Boy chose freedom over planning the next Sunday sermon, his father was livid. Ain’t that how it goes? Church folk so quick to speak death over your life the minute you choose to live outside the box they built for you.
It hit home. The scene reminded me of our family’s old church house in Texas, hot and windowless. Women fanning babies, men drenched in sweat, and me—just wanting to sneak into the shaded one-bedroom home my grandfather was raised in up the road.
The Deal with the Devil is rarely about fire and brimstone. It’s about control dressed in holy robes.
Music, Magic & the Mojo Bag
What I didn’t catch the first time around was how the film centered the guitar. It was more than an instrument—it was an energetic key. A conjuring device. Music became both the prayer and the portal.
The Smoke Stack twins embodied duality: Stacks in red was charismatic, gold-toothed, slick with it—money-minded. Smoke in blue was spiritual, soft-spoken, and carried a mojo bag around his neck. He was sensitive. Rooted.
They were freedom personified.
They robbed the Irish and Italians while they were away for 7 years. Came back with spirits they never saw coming.
Not for property. Not for land.
But to settle the score.
Even with a strong crew, they weren’t strong enough for what followed.
The Hoodoo Woman & The Limits of Love
The medicine woman—Annie—was rooted. She was the narrator. The protection. The prayer. She poured her soul into soil and sacrifice. But love alone can’t change fate when spiritual contracts have already been signed in blood.
When the enemy came back, and she named them for what they were? They called her a “W” slur. Not because she lied. But because she knew the truth.
“Evil don’t come in unless invited. It knocks first. Makes noise. Wears you down.”
But when you see it? When you feel it? Treat it as such. Trust your intuition.
Vampires, Legacy & Energy Theft
Here’s my truth: Sinners laid my theory bare.
Whiteness as a system was born in the dark but couldn’t survive the sun.
So they summoned melanated souls to do the labor. To sing in the fields. To bring the magic while they burned.
And when slavery ended? The vampirism didn’t.
It just changed costumes: white hoods. White pulpits. White supremacy.
The system still feeds on our brilliance, our rhythm, our rootwork, our soul.
They call our sin what they secretly crave. Our magic what they fear. Our truth what they try to silence.
The Strawberry Moon in Sagittarius: A Portal for Truth
Sagittarius energy doesn’t whisper. It declares.
This moon asks: What truth are you ready to speak? What memory are you ready to reclaim?
Sammie asked Stacks if that night—before the sun went down—was one of the best of his life.
They both agreed. Because for one night, they were free.
That brought me back to that babysitting night. Before the girls came home, bloody from the streets, I had one of the best days of my life.
My life changed forever.
Reflection & Ritual
Journal Prompts:
- What deal did I make that cost me part of my truth?
- What memory do I need to reclaim under this full moon?
- Who or what have I allowed to drain my energy?
- When did I last feel fully free?
Ritual:
- Write the truth you’re afraid to admit.
- Burn it under the moonlight.
- Anoint your root with rosemary, clove, or coconut oil.
- Affirm:“I reclaim my fire. I rebuke every bloodsucker that came for my joy. I release the night I survived and resurrect the power it birthed.”
Coming Soon ✨
I’m creating a journal just for this. A place to hold your rage, your roots, and your resurrection.
Pro-Black & Proud: A Healing Journal for the Misunderstood & Magic-Filled
Look for it on Juneteenth — because freedom has always been our birthright.
Asé.
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🧿 Written in reverence & raw truth,
La Trecia, aka Reiki RaEss
Rooted in Reiki. Raised by Moonlight. Reclaiming all that was stolen.
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