By Reiki RaEss
🎧Love Rain (Suite) – Jill Scott /Track Title + Artist 🎧
🜂 The Energy
Chakras: Sacral & Heart
Element: Water — truth washing illusion clean
Astro Tone: Scorpio New Moon — rebirth through revelation
💔 The Memory
He called it wet. I didn’t understand what that meant at first.
It was the smell that hit before the words did — that faint chemical ghost that turned laughter to fog. He’d say it helped him “float,” helped him forget her.
I wasn’t chasing the high; I was chasing him.
We smoked weed together like it was communion,
our own church of escape and half-truths.
He’d look at me through heavy eyes and say,
“You’d never know when I’m high off the dipp.”
He was right. I didn’t.
Maybe because I was high on us — on the way he made me feel seen,
even when he was halfway somewhere else.
He wasn’t cruel; just conflicted.
A man split between two lives — the love he lost and the love he didn’t know how to keep. And me? I got reckless. Let my dreams nap while we played house in haze.
🌙 The Lesson
Addiction isn’t always about drugs.
Sometimes it’s about the people we use to numb the ache.
He wanted relief.
I wanted resurrection.
Neither of us knew the difference between being high and being whole.
When I finally stepped away, it wasn’t from him — it was from the fog.
From the version of myself that thought love meant saving someone from their own drowning.
Jill’s voice cracked something open in me.
Love Rain became detox music.
Every replay wrung the residue out of my spirit.
The beat whispered, “You can’t heal in someone else’s smoke.”
📜 The Prompt / Ritual
Under the Scorpio New Moon, try this release ritual:
- Play Love Rain (Suite) softly in the background.
- Write this line: “I can love without losing clarity.”
- Light a candle (orange for Sacral, green for Heart).
- Sit still and imagine exhaling every fogged-over memory.
- Whisper, “I forgive the version of me that confused comfort with care.”
Let your tears be the rain that manifests new soil.
🕯️ Closing Reflection
He wasn’t my villain; he was my reflection in a cracked mirror.
We were both trying to feel good — he through smoke, me through hope.
But Love Rain taught me that healing doesn’t come from the high.
It comes from the downpour that follows —
when truth washes through every vein of denial
and you rise, dripping but clear, saying:
“You broke me, but I’m healing.”
Next up in the series: “Georgy Porgy – Eric Benét feat. Faith Evans.”
That’s where the illusion gets dressed in silk, and truth starts walking barefoot through the fire.
Sending positive inner-G
Something Nubian 
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