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

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Exit Reality

Don’t read this if you’re not interested in cleaning out your consciousness.

Still here?

Okay, thanks for sticking around.

Today, while walking into Panera Bread, I slightly smiled when I saw the storefront next door because I thought it said Exit Reality.

But alas, as you can see from the photo, it’s just a real estate agency named Exit Realty.

But before we continue, yes, I know I’m cheating on Starbucks.

Anyway… I’m bothering to bring this up because there’s an important point to be made about human suffering.

Most of human suffering is caused by the thinking mind. And the only way out of this suffering is too deny reality. Exit it. By accepting a new reality. The real reality.

Do I know what that looks like and how to get there?

Yes.

And there’s only one thing you need to do in order to sense the real reality as well:

You just have to allow yourself to listen to me share with you what took me over twenty years to discover. It probably won’t be similar to anything you’ve ever heard before about existence. Click the link below or email me at gabeberman@gmail.com if you’re at all intrigued. I promise, you won’t regret it. And maybe, just maybe, the rest of your life is hinging on it.

With that, I was just getting a refill of iced coffee and I had to wait for a few moments for the half & half because an older gentleman in front of me was slowly adding it to his coffee.

He noticed me and made an effort to hurry it along.

I said, “Take your time. I’m in no rush at all.”

To which he said, without making eye contact because he was concentrating on securing a lid to his cup, “You’ll live a long time with that attitude.”

I answered, “I don’t know about that, but life is definitely too short to make someone feel rushed over milk.”

After I lightened my coffee, I added, “Okay man, have a good one.”

He said, this time with eye contact, “You too. God bless you.”

And that, right there, was more than enough reason to be alive for today.

I am so grateful for this lovely little exchange. And so grateful for anyone reading this who also finds it lovely.

take care, as in, really, take care,
– gabe

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

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Lilies In The Field

It’s been said that we make plans and God laughs.

This might be true.

And if it is, the larger, almost incomprehensible truth behind this truth is that God plans for us to make plans.

So, where does this leave you and me in this moment?

Having the last laugh.

Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.

love/thanks,
gb

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

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Fake Christians

Have you seen this goddamn bumper sticker?

Cross equals heart.

How many of these people broadcasting this on their cars do you think are Republican?

Because I have a bit of news for you.

I hope you’re sitting down.

Ready?

You can’t, no matter how you try to explain yourself, vote for people who vote to strip healthcare from millions of people in order to give tax cuts to the ultra wealthy, and call yourself a Christian.

Actually, you can call yourself whatever the fuck you want, but you surely aren’t a follower of Jesus.

You are, in fact, the exact antithesis of it.

How dare you?

Really, how dare you?

It’s sickening.

I am sickened by your hypocrisy and your greed and your hate.

Sickened.

But, you literally don’t know what you do. You literally can’t control it.

Until you can.

So, I just sit here, in gratefulness, for the fact that I automatically love my neighbor as if he/she is me. And I’m also so grateful that, for the most part, the people reading this right this second are orchestrated similarly.

“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. YOU CANNOT SERVE BOTH GOD AND MONEY”

– gb

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The Pit Of Nirvana

Relief.

That’s the standout feeling at the conclusion of my twenty-five year search for enlightenment.

Phew.

It nearly killed me.

Literally.

And now that I’m here on the other side of the fence, I still find myself skimming through books on enlightenment I’d hope could save me back in the day. Looking for clues I may have missed through my old filter.

But nope.

Just the same snake oil that didn’t help me the first time through.

Except for today.

Today I saw something significant. Something that’s clear as day to me now but made less-than-zero sense before. But it wasn’t written by the author. It’s a quote he used.

How can a figment of the imagination have any effect on anything that is not itself a figment of imagination? Therefore any effect resulting from an act of ‘will’ subject to the ego-concept can only be as imaginary at itself.” – Wei Wu Wei

So what does this mean Gabe?

Whatever. Who cares. It doesn’t matter too much. If at all.

The only thing that matters is what happened after I read that quote.

An ant walked across the page.

It just happened.

Out of nowhere.

Like everything else.

Without our control.

love/thanks,
gb

P.S. And then, right there at Starbucks, a guy walked by me who totally needed to invest in some Mitchum. Stat. He smelled so ungodly awful, he could, as my uncle would say, knock a buzzard off of a shit wagon.

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

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Live Like A Fruit Fly Epilogue

There’s a young kid on a boat sailing over from Russia.

That kid ends up being my grandfather.

My dad’s dad.

And I sometimes imagine him knowing, right there on that voyage, that his son would inevitably die, awfully, from brain cancer.

And from there I think about what the dead would tell us. If they could talk. Knowing what they know now.

They’d probably say something like, “Lighten the fuck up.”

Continuing with, “Try not to get tangled in situations which make your heart heavy. And don’t try to keep up with the Joneses. They have their own problems you’re just not aware of. And, with that, they’re assholes anyway. Listen up living people, your only responsibility while alive, is to truly live. Because it all ends so fast. Please, for us, truly live. Thank you.”

Easier than it sounds?

Maybe.

Or maybe we need a good old fashioned global intervention of reprioritizing.

Maybe this blog post was written just for you.

– gb

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

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La La Love


“And how amazing was La La Land,” I asked my friend on the phone last night while we were going back and forth about movies.

To my surprise, she said with surprise, “You liked La La Land!?”

“No,” I said with confidence. “I loved it. It’s probably one of my favorites ever.”

“I just didn’t feel Emma Stone in that part,” she explained.

“I hear ya, but I wouldn’t have cared if she was played by a goddamn rhinoceros. It was the way he loved her. That’s all that mattered to me. I couldn’t breathe from him.”

And with that, right there, as I heard myself say those words, I figured out why I loved La La Land so much.

We think we miss being loved. But the truth is, we miss giving love more.

At least that’s the way it is me.

love/thanks,
gb

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

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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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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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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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