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by Gabe Berman – the author of Live Like a Fruit Fly

Love Love Land

Have you seen La La Land yet?

If you haven’t, let me tell you, pay no mind to anything you’ve heard.

It isn’t good.

It isn’t bad.

It’s this:

Exquisite.

An exquisite flow of beauty in celluloid form.

It’s so lovely, and so soulful, I would bet it single handedly balances out the ugliness casting a dark shadow on our lives lately.

Without it, this planet of ours would probably careen off course and spin helplessly into the cold cosmos.

And it’s impossible, at least for someone like me, not to be self reflective while witnessing it unfold like flowers in bloom on screen.

Here’s the thing: I know one day my life in this form will end. And if it’s looked back upon by others, my accomplishments may not amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.

But do not be deceived.

For I have loved.

Loved limitlessly, without conditions.

And I have stood in awe of love. Time and time again.

It’s truly the only thing that matters.

Fuck all who say otherwise.

– gb

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

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Keys and Doors.

And now for the most unromantic thing you’ll ever hear:

I know of a couple, both in their twenties, who were watching TV together.

It was a cold Brooklyn night and he was suffering with terrible allergies so he really didn’t feel like walking her home after.

In response to his not so serious bellyaching, she said, “Well, if we lived in the same place, you wouldn’t have to.”

They got married three weeks later.

Just. Like. That.

And today, my parents, would be celebrating their 48th anniversary.

I miss my dad so damn thoroughly.

His absence from my existence tugs at me, unrelentingly, like the rough ocean undertow.

Such is life.

And such is death. It blindsides the living.

With that, a great man and a good friend of mine died today.

Alan Colmes.

He was the only liberal on Fox News and he sometimes played their punching bag.

Which was fine with him because he stood firmly for justice, a healed planet, and the well being of all.

But underneath his political life, right underneath it, he was a spiritual seeker. On the quest for the holy grail of a peaceful mind.

That’s how we met. Many years ago. After he read Live Like A Fruit Fly.

And now, unfortunately, on February 23rd 2017, on my parent’s wedding anniversary, he’s become the poster child for my book which he so enjoyed.

Alan was just sixty-six. He loved his wife ferociously.

May he rest in peace.

So, moving right along with this meandering stream of cosmically unplanned flow of words and spaces, my sister was just in town and she and my mom invited me to go to an indoor flea market with them.

No thanks.

I stayed home.

I didn’t go because the last time I was there, I sat across from my dad in the food court as he handed over his car keys to me.

It was like a veteran police officer relinquishing his badge and gun.

I didn’t know at the time, but that moment would turn out to be the first of countless horrifying ones with him.

His double vision was getting worse and that drive to the flea market was the last time he sat behind the wheel of a car.

He was dead in eleven months. Brain tumor.

Looking back, and hearing about Alan’s passing today, it seems like Life delivers varying degrees of awfulness until we wake up.

Until we wake up to the gift of worrying less.

Worrying less about what truly does not matter.

Because it’s all just going to end anyway. Whether we pretend it won’t or not.

From this point on, I hope to be caused to hold on to this gift more often

Much more often.

And I hope the exact same for you. Yes, you. The person reading this right now.

I’ll close now with a hopeful quote I’ve closed with before. It was said by Ray Manzarek. The keyboard player for The Doors who has also since passed.

“‘The world on you depends, our life will never end.’ The ultimate statement. Our life will never end. And the ancient Egyptians used to say that if you say a man’s name, he is alive. So I take this opportunity to say Jim Morrison.”

And I take this opportunity to say Alan Colmes. And Harold Berman.

love/thanks,
gb

“Meet the new generation of consciousness-raising. Gabe’s simple, yet profound message can be a life-changer.” Live Like A Fruit Fly
―Alan Colmes, Nationally Syndicated Radio Host

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Love Looks Like This

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The Toggle Switch

This moment is either filled with stress 

or with lightheartedness. 

Who’s to know? 

Who is there to know? 

No one. 

And both will pass regardless.  
– gb

Our Own Worst Enemy

HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF WOMEN AND MEN HAVE DIED TO PROTECT THE UNITED STATES FROM THE TYRANY TAKING OVER THE COUNTRY TODAY. 

The love of money, and undeniably that’s all this comes to, has defeated the Love of Love.

For now. 

Regardless, all we can do is hope for the best. 
But, We. Get. What. We. Deserve – a womanizing elitist, who publicly mocks the handicapped, who used fear and lies (which any fifth grader with Google could fact check) to get elected illegally with the help of the Russians. 

I am truly heartbroken….

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Wham! Bam Thank You Ma’am. 

George Michael – 53 years old.

Carrie Fisher – 60 years old.

What could be more tragic?

Maybe the 18,000 children who die from starvation on this planet of ours.

Yearly?

No, daily.

Eighteen thousand. Kids. Dead. From not eating enough.

Everyday.

Day after day after day after day after day after day…

And we don’t hear a single squeak about it, do we?

That’s six 9/11’s. Everyday.

But just keep giving us our football and our name brands and our “lock her up”, and we’ll continue to keep our compassion reserved only for the rich and famous and friends and family.

So, what should we do about this?

I have no idea.

I just do what I can, when I can.

But I can assure you of two things:

1. If the majority of the world’s leaders wanted to end world hunger, it would be over before the rooster crows. I mean, c’mon – we put a man on the moon in 1969 for Christ’s sake. With less computing power than my goddamn iPhone. Trust me, we can figure this out. Today. If we only wanted to.

2. Electing a hate-group endorsed, silver spooned, self serving, elitist to lead the free world will not help a single soul who’s currently experiencing complete cellular failure due to malnutrition – i.e. starving to fucking death.

Thank god for you dear reader.

Thank god for you.

– gb

“Vote Republican,” said Jesus Never.

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Day 3 After The Election

I know this isn’t the best pic ever. 

But I was in the car, on the phone with a friend, talking about how our country was hijacked, now officially, by hate and greed and fear and ignorance. And I was asked if I still believe in miracles in light of all of this. 

It was then I looked to the right and saw the majesty of this sky. And I was in awe. 



Yes, I still believe in miracles. I expect nothing else. 



I’ve seen too many of them. 
And not just pretty skies. I’m talking about miraculous healings. 



Of body and spirit. 



I have lost my faith in my country and in many people, but I will never lose my faith in divine will.



– gb


www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

The Day After (The Election)

Love prevails.

At least for me, love prevails.

Because I will die with love in my heart.

Love in my heart for innocent life.

Love in my heart for those who put love first.
And love in my heart for the pure essence which all people are born with before being corrupted by hate and greed and fear.

Love prevails.

Love prevails.

Love prevails.

You can take away my health insurance. You can deport me. You can intervene with my reproductive rights. You can kill the environment. You can put the interest of big business before the well being of powerless people. You can treat animals abominably in slaughterhouses. You can alienate the global community. You can make the rich richer and the poor poorer. You can persecute me because of my skin color, gender and sexual orientation. You can destroy this country which hundreds of thousands of people died to defend.

You can cart me away to a concentration camp and force me to die in a gas chamber.

But I will die with love in my heart.

You can’t beat me.

I will never lose.

I am the representation of perfect, divine love.

And it’s never too late to join me.

Today I am heartbroken, but remain indestructible.

– gabe berman

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Inevitable 


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Trump Is Pinnochio

I was totally a self-hating Jew last night.

Actually, a Jew hating Jew.

There was a table full of pro Trump, 40-something, wealthy looking Israeli women at Starbucks.

And me being me, I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

I’ll spare you the predictable details but I bowed out of the conversation after two pseudo intellectual, yarmulke wearing, wannabe tough-guys in their early twenties stood up to assist the tragically uninformed, cosmically ignorant women.

Trying to sound smart about Trump just made them sound ridiculously stupid so it wasn’t like we reached a stalemate or anything. I just knew it was time to go when one of the guys got a bit too close and self defense would have been justified.

And now let me say this: I truly don’t give a fuck about these people.

They, along with their friends and families, could blink out of existence right this moment and I’d still care infinitely more about the puppies at the Humane Society.

I have no need to win arguments with them or with anyone else.

It’s just that their racist, greedy, anti-progressive allegiances hurt those who can’t afford to be hurt. And I just can’t have that. Genetically and soulfully, it doesn’t resonate with me.

But now let me back up a bit.

I know it’s not their fault. They were bred to be this way – dumbed down, opinionated and wealthy. A terrifying trifecta. The plague of humanity.

And I know it’s barely a Jewish issue. For the most part, us Heebs care about others (not just ourselves) and obviously, stupidity runs rampant in all creeds (Apollo) and kinds.

And, just like it’s not their fault, it’s not mine either. In the moment, I have no choice but to stand up to injustice. It’s hardwired into guts. My double helix hates oppression and I’ve been known to threaten violence over it.

So, what’s the point of this post?

It seems as though we’re marionettes with the universe pulling the strings.

Maybe we’re all playing our parts perfectly in an elaborate puppet show.

In other words, we have no control over anything.

And if that’s the case, and you add up all of my failures and anxieties, I’m still so supremely grateful to be me.

Because this puppet writing to you now, well, he’s all heart. And he doesn’t fetishize over money or guns or winning at the expense of others. This puppet is well aware that we’re all intricately connected to the puppeteer and loves all of life as he loves himself.

Because just as easily, I could have been the awful Donald Trump or even worse, one of his minions.

Therefore, in this moment, I have nothing but gratefulness.

love/thanks,
gabe

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