The use of cannabis is the first cliché that springs to everybody's mind when they hear the word "rasta". It is a fact that many rastas smoke it in large quantites. But there is a reason there. To the rastaman, ganja is the I-shence, the healing of the nation, the gift of God to mankind. They say that the plant grew on the grave of King Solomon, and often quote psalm 104 : "He causeth the grass to frow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man".
And through the chalice, through huge clouds of thick smoke, he purifies the temple of God, which is his own body. He frees his mind from the shackles and chains that, though unvisible, keep him in a state of mental slavery.
Rasta don’t smoke to get high, they do it to get free. As rasta priestess Mama G says : "Ganja makes you remember what they want you to forget".