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

Archive for the month “May, 2014”

Used By The Force

The universe moves through us all, as we move through it.

Admittedly, I’ve been reading a lot of Rumi lately, but these words came to me when I was lying on the floor with Teva, my sister’s golden retriever.

We were nose to nose, breathing the same air, as I pet his Haagen-Dazs smooth head.

His eyes shut tightly when my hand approached his pupils. It was the universe protecting his precious vision.

Automatically.

Without thought and without hesitation, the universe moved through him.

And when I stopped petting him for a moment, when I found myself needing to stare at him in silent, motionless awe, he’d eventually swat at me with his polar bear sized paw. Nudging me to get back to the business at hand.

A deliberate, calculated choice. Movement through the universe.

Hundreds of years ago, Rumi said that life is a balance of holding on and letting go.

Action and surrender.

A surrendering to unseen forces moving through us all.

The force that closes Teva’s eyes for him. The force that solves problems for us in unforeseeable ways which make all of our worrying seem wasteful.

Maybe it’s finally time to heed Rumi’s words. We’ve got the “holding on” part of the equation down pat, but ’tis the season to master “letting go”.

In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” — Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

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Let It Be

I woke up sad today.

Which, to be completely candid, isn’t exactly a new thing for me.

But instead of trying to busy myself with busyness to feel less blue, I broke routine by lacing up my kicks and taking a walk around the old neighborhood.

I waved to people.

Some waved back.

I paused by the dock where my dad kept his boat.

I listened to birds chirp.

I love how birds don’t think to themselves, “Maybe I should chirp now.”

They just stand there in trees, with their little bird feet, and chirp.

I wish I can be just to be.

I wish that for all of us.

Maybe it’s time to get out the old Zamboni and clear a path.

A path with even less resistance.

Because, as it’s been said, resistance is futile.

As always, we shall see what unfolds next.

In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” — Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

www.WeightLossCoffeeMiracle.com

www.WhereIsGodWhenOurLovedOnesGetSick.com

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Accidentally Autocorrected?

We came to the end of god.

With just one eye open, I typed those words into my phone.

I didn’t want to forget the dream I just awoke from, so I rushed to write it all down while it was still imprinted in my memory like a movie.

I was driving in Los Angeles. My dad was in the passenger seat.

Using only the corners of my eyes, I looked for the cylindrical Capital Records building so I could point it out to my dad. I was only relying on peripheral vision to spot it because I wouldn’t dare take my eyes off the road for a second with my dad in the car. He would make me so nervous while driving and it obviously carried over into the dream world.

We were trying to find mom who arrived earlier in the day. I thought I saw her in a car ahead of us but we couldn’t catch up.

The road ended and we came to an old hotel. I tried but couldn’t figure out how to turn the car around in order to keep searching for my mom.

I woke up, grabbed my phone and typed, “We came to the end of god.”

Although I meant to type, “We came to the end of the road,” but my iPhone autocorrected me.

Does that mean anything? Is it a sign from the universe?

And why Los Angeles? The City of Angels maybe?

Is it possible that my dad and I were looking for my mom because lately she’s been more attached to her friends than she’s been to her family?

Do dreams mean anything at all?

Is there meaning in anything other than what we assign to it?

Check this out: Pandora just started playing Ravi Shankar on my iPad. Not only did my dad love him and actually see him play live once, he died on the exactly same day my dad did.

What the fuck man? What am I supposed to make of that?

Two days ago, my friend’s sister-in-law committed suicide. Through tons of tears, my friend went on a hunt for clues to find out why.

That night, she had a dream that she was using a metal detector but the sounds were too high-pitched for her to hear and this made it impossible to uncover anything.

I said, “It means that there are some mysteries we are unintended to unravel.”

That sounded good, right? But the truth is, who the hell knows what her dream meant. If, anything at all.

Maybe everything, including our “reality”, is just a projection of our thoughts about it.

But where do our thoughts come from?

Certainly not from ourselves at times.

So, where does this leave us?

Nowhere, except right where we are right now.

I’m typing to you, you’re reading these words, and then we’ll have to choose what happens next.

But actually, we don’t choose what happens next. Things just seem to happen and we can choose our frames of mind as their happening.

But that’s not even true. Sometimes we just feel what we’re feeling and have very little control of that either.

So, since I can, I’m just going to sit here. And smile. And breathe. And enjoy my coffee. With Ravi, thoughts of my dad, and the tree I can see through the kitchen window.

What are you going to do?

In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” — Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

www.WeightLossCoffeeMiracle.com

www.WhereIsGodWhenOurLovedOnesGetSick.com

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…to get to the other side

I saw a frog in the street as I was getting in the car to drive my nephews to their little league game.

He stayed motionless for a moment, but then hopped a pathetic hop.

His back left leg looked a little mangled and it dragged on the asphalt as he attempted to move forward.

It broke my heart.

It broke my heart and I’ve been thinking about that little guy all day.

I wish I could have taken away his suffering.

I wish I could take away all suffering.

But penguins continue to freeze their little asses off, tigers eat baby dear, frogs hurt their legs on the backstreets of Long Island and sons lose their dads to brain cancer.

For now, this is how the universe is unfolding. And all we can do in its wake is alleviate suffering when we can, do our damndest not to add to suffering, and follow our passions profusely.

“In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” — Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

www.WeightLossCoffeeMiracle.com

www.WhereIsGodWhenOurLovedOnesGetSick.com

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Consider The Roses

I drove by a funeral today.

Forty or so people were crowded around a tombstone with their heads down.

I was driving my mom’s convertible, blasting the Oceans 13 soundtrack, and until a moment before, smiling my ass off.

If I were one of the mourners seeing me drive by with the top down and music blasting, I’d probably think, “Jeez, look at that guy. I hope he knows how good he’s got it right now.”

Trust me man, I do. I’ve been exactly where you are.

So, dear reader, do you know how good you’ve got it right now?

I hope so.

Maybe this is a good time to take inventory of your prevailing thoughts.

Because, as much as I hope this doesn’t happen, you might one day find yourself praying for the “problems” you may now have.

In other words, if you have time to stop and smell the roses, do so.

Rip mirrors off the walls, chop the red petals into dust with a razor blade, and snort the fine, flowery lines with a rolled up C-note.

There really isn’t time for anything else and this is the youngest you’ll ever be.

This. Is. The. Youngest. You’ll. Ever. Be

In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” — Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

www.WeightLossCoffeeMiracle.com

www.WhereIsGodWhenOurLovedOnesGetSick.com

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