Under Pressure

Nov 15, 2015 | Spirit

I‘ve mentioned a few times in my Facebook group that lately I’ve been getting really funny synchronicities surrounding Freddie Mercury, and I joked that maybe he was my new spirit guide.

On Friday morning, I saw this video floating around on Facebook of Under Pressure with the background music turned way down low so all you can really hear is Freddie and David Bowie’s voices – and it’s amazeballs. You really have to have an appreciation for people who sang so perfectly without today’s autotune technology.

And so Under Pressure was stuck in my head pretty much all day – and subsequently, all weekend – long.

Friday evening, obviously, there was the heartbreaking events in Paris which has set off a litany of political commentary, outrage, anger and differences of opinion in my Facebook feed, but unfortunately this was the SECOND wave of this in a single week, since every day prior to that it had been full of friends and acquaintances expressing their outrage over what was happening at Mizzou on both sides of the issue.

I already mentioned on Wednesday that it had been a rough week, personally, and come Saturday I had just really fucking had it with all the shit online. I’m SO TIRED of seeing anger, hate, fearmongering and bloodshed. I went on a mass post-hiding and unfollowing binge, which I have done before. It’s good to purge from time to time…

Well last night, who pops up in my dreams but Freddie Mercury himself. I can’t tell you now what the dream was about, I just remember that he was in it. And I’ve still got Under Pressure stuck in my head (I’d much rather have it than some Taylor Swift song…).

As I was sitting here reflecting on all the events of the past week, I had to remind myself that all of these things are a part of the process. We have to face them in order to surpass them. We have to look at this world as mirror, reflecting back to us all the darkness that we’ve allowed to reside within us, and we have to look at all of it and just say FUCK IT. I CHOOSE LOVE.

Fuck it. I choose love.

I wrote a quick post about it, and as I was thinking it over, the lyrics from Under Pressure kept playing in my head, and I thought to myself, there’s a very good, timely and relevant message here:

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets

Chippin’ around, kick my brains ’round the floor
These are the days – it never rains but it pours
People on streets – people on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher…
Pressure on people – people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?

Love

Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can’t we give love that one more chance?

Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word

And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves

This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

All of these things and our reactions to them – this is ourselves under pressure. These ARE the days that it never rains but it pours, quite literally. When one bad thing happens, we all immediately begin to foam at the mouth over it and then the incidents keep on coming.

We keep telling ourselves that love is the answer, but are we taking it seriously? Is the world listening? Are we listening to ourselves? Are we practicing what we preach, especially when the shit hits the fan? When we’re angry? When we’re hurt?

Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night. That means your enemies. That means those you deem evil. That includes people you hate.

A pastor that I’ve recently begun following on social media posted:

Jesus said, “love your enemies.” Either we do it, or we stop pretending that we follow Jesus.

Love dares you to care for all of them, and in doing so, it dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves, because we are all one.

What will you do?

Will you try to turn away from it all, like a blind man? Sit on the fence? It won’t work.

We keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn…

Until you fully commit to choosing love, what the world throws back at you will only be a superficial, conditional, cheap imitation.

under-pressure 2

This is ourselves under pressure. Let’s ourselves one more chance.

Let’s give love one more chance. #IChooseLove

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  1. Love this post Ash! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it! 😀

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