OMGabe

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

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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

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The City Of Angels

Since I’m the nicest guy since sliced bread, I drove my friend John to the airport.

He jetted off to Los Angeles because his house was Hurricane Sandyized and it’s finally being fixed up.

I schlepped some of his stuff to my place so it would remain unscathed, and in the car to the airport, John turned to me and said, “Hey man, if by chance something happens when I’m out there and I don’t make it back, keep my things. I trust you to make good use of them.”

I blew that off with, “Whatever man, I’ll see you when you get back in two months.”

We were listening to my dad’s copy of Sgt. Pepper’s and Paul just sang: Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?

John said, “I was around seventeen when I first heard this album. Sixty-four sounded like light years away. Because man, it was. And now I’ll be sixty-four in three months.”

Looking like an older Jim Morrison and holding a guitar in one hand and his cat Minnie in the other, John walked through the doors of the Delta terminal after we hugged goodbye.

I know I’ll see him again and we’ll get back to talking business in Starbucks. You know: Rumi, writing, the reading of the tarot etc.

But the truth is, maybe he will meet his maker out there. Or maybe, I’ll meet mine here.

It happens to all of us eventually. And just like it is with meeting your one true love, it’s usually when you least expect it.

I remember watching a Louie C.K. special on TV in the middle of the night. My dad was sleeping and I was sitting next to his bed in the hospital.

Louie said something like, “You’re all laughing now, but at least some of you will be dead soon.”

Everyone laughed, but I’m sure some of the audience thought about it later that evening. Probably as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

This reminds me of a Charles Bukowski quote someone once emailed me, “We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

Thankfully, this doesn’t apply to John. And it’s applying less and less to me.

Anyone else like to join us?

Evolution is in our own hands…

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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For Everyone Alone On Valentine’s Day

I have such sympathy for people who feel alone.

I used to feel that way, and it’s awful.

You stand there in CVS, looking at everyone picking out Valentine’s Day cards, and you think, “Why not me?”

It sucks. I know.

But to that I say, as I would say to just about anything else, all in due time.

If you’ve been patiently waiting for your soulmate for forever, what I’m about to tell you isn’t going to make you feel any better about it. Nevertheless, it doesn’t make it less true.

You’re not alone.

It’s scientific fact. We’re all connected and it’s unequivocally proven by physicists worldwide.

The separation you sense is pure illusion.

If you allow yourself to become aware of this, if you allow yourself to know this, maybe, just maybe, you won’t be “alone” for much longer.

This is an aspect of the law of attraction. And the law of attraction isn’t something you get to believe in or not. It’s as real – as gravity.

Happy Valentine’s Day. From me to you (me).

love/thanks,
gabe (you)

“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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Life Continues In Different Forms

I’m sitting on a bench in front of my parent’s house.

Leaves have fallen to the lawn. It’s getting colder. Darker.

When my dad was sick, we’d sit out here together. Me on this bench, him in his wheelchair.

And now here I sit.

Alone.

Looking at the flowers he planted long ago.

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The Old Man And The Aide

I saw an old man with his aide in front of a beauty supply store.

She intended to open the door for him but he said, “I can get it.”

He was a gentleman in his blue jeans, plaid shirt, Members Only-ish jacket and pair of Hush Puppies.

The heavy door resisted his initial pull, but in the end, it was no match for his determination and it relented.

His aide smiled graciously and he followed her into the store.

With ease, I opened the door to the adjacent Starbucks.

But that old man is me. He is you. If we’re fortunate enough to avoid the slings and arrows of life, he’s our fate.

You’d think we’d be kinder to others now. You’d think we’d be kinder to ourselves.

But greed breeds fear and spreads the gospel of not-enoughness. It seems we have no choice but to run rampant like rats in an unwinable rat-race and squander our youthfulness in pursuit of the illusion of future security.

But we do have a choice. We can choose to choose kindness. We can choose to choose to be grateful for the little things. Because trust me, they turn out to be the only things that matter.

The future is now. It shapes itself through you.

With love and thanks,
gabe

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Fruit Flies And Jelly Beans

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Time Traveling

I’m sitting at a table covered by an umbrella in the courtyard of an outdoor shopping center.

There’s a flowing fountain surrounded by flowers and folks on vacation who can’t stop taking photos.

I’m armed with a venti iced coffee and there’s an old man at the adjacent table who traded reading his newspaper for people-watching.

This could easily be me in forty years.

I hope he had a good life so far.

I hope I have no regrets at the end of mine.

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Riders On The Storm

Ray Manzarek, the keyboardist from The Doors and coolest cat in the universe, died today of bile duct cancer. He was seventy-four.

Are you fucking kidding me man?

I’m sick of this already. Cancer is getting to be like the goddamn common cold.

But you know we can beat it, right?

If this great country of ours, with all of its wealth and ingenuity, decided to eradicate cancer, we would. It’s that simple.

In 1903, we were the first to fly. And just sixty-six years later, we landed on the moon.

How? We promised ourselves as a nation we would.

We are the lizard kings and if we want, we can do anything.

We just have to want it bad enough. We have to turn all attention to it. Even if it isn’t entirely profitable. But obviously, as of now, it isn’t a priority.

Hopefully our priorities will change soon.

Change before it’s too late.

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For All Artists, Musicians, Writers and Free Thinkers

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A Letter To Phillip Phillips

I’m sorry I’ve only recently realized this, but “Home” is one of the sweetest, sunniest, most perfect tunes I’ve ever heard.

What caused the delay in my discovery? C’mon man, you’re from Idol. And, well, you know…

Anyway…I listen to this song over and over again while I drive back and forth from Starbucks. Because it’s rock music, and because of the way my head is screwed on, I always assumed you were singing to a specific girl.

But tonight as I was in the car, my soul perked its ears up and it heard something completely different.

Maybe you’re not singing to a girl. Maybe it’s not even you singing in the song. Maybe, just maybe, it’s someone singing to you. Who? You know who.

God.

Listen to your lyrics:

Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave (wave) is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Even if I’m wrong about this on the surface, I’m right.

Thank you for reminding us that we’re not alone,
gabe

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