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

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Meet Joe Black

I have sort of an ethical question. 

Maybe you guys can help me out. 

It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’m just going to muster up the courage and ask it.

So, here it goes:

Is it wrong to choke an old white lady to death in front of Whole Foods?

No, right?

Okay, good.  

Because, not only was she a racist, and not only did she call me a self hating jew to my face, but, get this, her mouth was filled with a white, pasty, bird shit substance.

I mean, c’mon, if you’re going to hit me with your pro-Trump, anti-Hillary, hate fueled idiocy, can’t you at least have the common courtesy to swallow the fucking free sample of cream cheese first?

For the love of god lady, you’re gross.

And I can hear what some of you are thinking right now. 

“Gabe, she was an eighty-six year old woman. You could have just been nice and let her off the hook.” 

NO!

It’s directly her fault, and directly the fault of others of her ilk, that 12 million people just lost health care. And her fault that net-neutrality was just killed. And her fault that we dropped out of the Paris Climate Agreement. And her fault that social programs are being fleeced to give more money to the wealthy. Etc etc etc to infinity.  

No one gets a free pass if they hurt others.  

No one.  

– gb

P.S. “The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it..”

 – Albert Einstein

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Five Years Short Years

Hey, guess what?

Everyone you care about will be dead soon.

Crazy, right?

Dead, as in no pulse. Blank stares. Cold skin. Never to be heard from again.

Everyone.

Go scroll through the photos in your phone. Corpses. All of them.

Maybe not today or tomorrow or even in a few months, or maybe not, if so fortunate, for another eighty years, but as Dr. David Hawkins said, “The final moment arises unannounced…quite unexpectedly.”

What can we do about this?

Nothing. We’re fucked. “No one here gets out alive,” sang Mr. Mojo Risin.

And you would think this utter obviousness would wake us up.

Wake us up to the realization that only unconditional kindness, not constant competition, is the only path to a graceful, peaceful life. For the giver and receiver.

Kindness expressed to all of life. Not just for the photos in our phone. Yes, even the people who relentlessly cold call day and night about some shit they’re trying to sell you.

Those people are people too. Just doing what they can to survive just like you. Needing to feed themselves and their families just like you.

Yes, surviving this life can be a battle. And we must take up arms. But with that, it’s high time we evolve to making kindness our sword as well as our shield.

I promise you it’s the only way.

This comes up for me today, and now for you, because it’s December 11th, 2017 and my dad died one thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days ago.

If he could come back from the other side for just a few moments, I think this would be one of the things he’d tell us. That, and, I waited too long to get my tires rotated but at least I finally did this morning.

thank you for taking your time to read this – it truly means the world to me,
gb

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

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Karma Police, Arrest This Man…

If I had one wish: 

Those who help relieve suffering of others will receive the same in kind for themselves and their love ones.
But those who act wickedly towards others, out of greed and/or violence, will receive in kind but ten times the amount for themselves and their loved ones. 
The Trumps of the world, and those who vote for them, will be gone or completely converted by sun up. 
And global hunger will end by sundown.

– gb

 

Time Stands Still Yet Passes So Quickly..

Using a ladle, the elderly woman filled her bowl with vegetable soup.

Slowly and carefully. 

Her elderly husband stood by her side. Overseeing the process patiently. 

They walked together to a table holding their trays. 

Slowly and carefully. 


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Vesuvius

I am charged today with the task of adding a bit of beauty to our world.

Who appointed me with this mission?

Me.

And now that I have, I wish I actually had something beautiful to say.

I wish I could write a sentence out of thin air that drips with lusciousness or explodes violently like a volcano. A sentence someone would read and subsequently say to themselves, “Damn Jack, that was exquisite.”

But I can’t.

I got nothing.

However, as the universe would have, I’m now compelled to say this:

Earlier today I saw a Facebook post from a friend who said she was feeling alone. And attached to her words was an authentic, palpable, sullen vibe.

In response I said, “It’s awful to feel that way, but you’re not.”

How could she be alone when I’m taking a breath with her in that moment?

And, as for you dear reader, if you’re ever feeling alone, or sad, or anxious, or lost, or not enough, I hope you’re caused to remember to take breath with me.

A deep, rib expanding, blood pressure lowering, conscious breath.

Because, regardless of time and space, we are connected you and I. Whomever you may be.

Without exception. Without expectation.

You are not alone.

You are loved.

Regardless if you feel that way or not.

But I hope you do feel that way.

Sooner than later.

And with that, I’m here to assure you that you will.

Case closed.

love/thanks,
gabe

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Love Looks Like This

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get the book –

love looks like this 

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

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


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Inevitable 


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LOVE LOOKS LIKE THIS 

Live Like A Fuck Fly

Sometimes I feel like saying fuck it to everything so I can dedicate my entire existence to witnessing beauty and adding to it whenever possible. And by sometimes, I mean almost always. What’s stopping me? I think I’m worried to stop worrying. But, is worrying about events I mostly have no control over bringing me any closer to a peaceful mind and a secure future? No, of course not. Maybe my friends, the answer really is blowin in the wind. And I just need to allow myself to get immersed in the sound of rustling leaves until the answer is revealed.  

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