OMGabe

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

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What Do You Want To Do With Your Life?

Point a gun to my belly and ask me what I really want to do with the rest of my life and I’d honestly say:

Beauty.

I’d love nothing more than to dedicate my entire existence to it.

To be completely committed to blocking out anything other than what’s beautiful.

Being in absolute awe of it. Always.

All ways.

And, just as importantly, or maybe even more so, to add as much beauty to this world of ours as I can. Right on up until my last breath.

I just want to write love poems all day.

I want to look in the eyes of all who are suffering and tell them that I’m with them. And that I’ll never leave them alone. Even if I can’t always be there. And, that I see no other outcome then the miraculous.

I want to stand in warm breezes radiating gratefulness.

Laugh with my sister until my ribs rupture.

Hug strangers who look like they can use one.

Bring water to thirsty dogs.

Fall in love with myself. I mean, really fall in love with myself and then literally sense myself in everyone. Without exception.

I want to wake up smiling.

I just want to wake up smiling, without worrying about money.

I just want to wake up smiling, without wasting another day waiting for my life to start.

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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Nirvana Is In The Nostrils

“When I first started working, they called me The Kid,” said a man in his early sixties in the barbershop today.

I was getting scissor snipped, and this guy, The Kid, was talking to the owner of the place while waiting for his turn in the chair.

He continued, “They all use to say, ‘Look out for The Kid!'”

“And now, I almost can’t believe it, they call me Grandpa. Or they call me the old man. ‘Hey Old Man, how’s it going buddy?'”

In the mirror, I saw him smiling between words.

Thankfully.

Because that smile, like an aspirin of last resort, halted my heart from crumbling as I listened to him while watching a mixture of gray and black hairs fall from my head.

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Thirty years passed before this guy’s eyes just like that.

And it’s happening to all of us.

But not in this instant.

Because it’s happening when we’re not in this instant.

When we’re somewhere else in our minds.

Focused on the illusion of the past or a figment of a future, our life hits the accelerator and it approaches light speed.

We’re hurled through space and time and BAM, we’re siting in a barbershop, taking about diabetes and hip replacements.

Is there a way to slow it down?

Can we cling more to this moment?

Yes, of course.

But it’s going to take an inner revolution.

A crusade.

An adoption of a concept, so rare, that it runs counter to the constant bombardments of society’s accepted normalcy.

Are you ready to receive the coveted secret of all enlightened masters?

Well, ready or not, here it comes: Worry Less.

Worry less.

Can it be that simple?

Yes.

Simple, but certainly not easy.

Because we’ve by conditioned by the fear based, powers-that-be, to worry incessantly.

We’re so conditioned to worry that it has become as normal as breathing.

But imagine living a life where you can just breathe without it being attached at the hip of soul-stunting worry?

And that, right there, is the answer.

It’s the answer to the question: but how do we become freedom fighters in this revolution against worry?

We breathe just to breathe.

We convert from the blind religion of worry, to the grace of conscious breathing.

We make our entire existence into a meditation.

Because with or without your worries, life is unfolding as it will.

And before you scream at me, yes, I know, there’s plenty to worry about. And trust me, I worry with the best of them at times, but eventually I remember – nirvana is in the nostrils.

So listen up, please, I can go on and on about this, but talking too much about slowing down the clock will invariably speed it up.

You’re just going to have to trust me.

Witness yourself breathing.

Make it the most important part of your life.

Move worry to the back burner.

Allow this intelligent universe of ours to actually be intelligent.

Your next breath, and the one after that, and the one after that, can stretch this instant out into eternity.

I promise.

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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Until Death Do Us Part

My grandma left her body in her sleep last night.

I hope she immediately rejoined with her son, my dad.

I miss him so much.

And I’d be comforted to know that he’s back with his dad. Because I know he missed him so much.

Maybe the three of them are looking down on me right now. Maybe they’re with my dog Chuckles. And my other dog Monet.

I hope they’re not disappointed in me. Because I’m trying. I’m really trying.

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Are We There Yet?

Do I secretly get annoyed when my friends write better than me?

You bet your ass I do.

So, I post their work here and take credit for “discovering” them. This is from the blog JerseyJayne.com:

Space. The final frontier.

At the end of the journey to all of the previous frontiers, man encountered strangers. When the Neanderthal left the cave, he met Cro-Magnon. When the Greeks left the Mediterranean, they met Europeans. When Europeans searched for spice, they discovered the Asians. When Columbus sailed for India, he met… well, Indians.

And now our explorations take us beyond the solar system to search for other stars and life on other planets.

My first question is, What then?

What’s our plan if we locate a little speck of dust circulating around a little twinkle of light in the dark sky? What if we determine that on a unique ball of clay, the temperature is not scorching and the atmosphere isn’t poisonous gas? What do we do then?

While you ponder that…

Next question.

What if, after all of our searching and exploration, throughout all of the eons of time and vastness of space, there is no other place like this one?

What if this speck is the ONE with life on it? What if the magnificent diversity of our Earth is as good as it gets? What if everything else in this hot mess of a galaxy is just star stuff, and nothing else breathes?

Maybe the orchestral genius that it took to cool and heat, to crystallize and solidify, to grow and blossom, and to think and love ourselves here has only happened once. When you think about it, it’s a miracle there’s any life in this universe at all.

And yet, here we are – each of us – more rare and precious than stars… and certainly more accessible – traveling companions for whatever journey awaits.

So what if, the next time you look at a stranger – their eyes and smile, personality and character, unique in the universe of humanity – you see them with the same wondrous awe you have when gazing up at the night sky? And then treat them with mankindness.

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color of your dreams

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thought, surrender to the void,
Is it shining? Is it shining?

That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone
Is it knowing? Is it knowing?

That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams
Is it not living, is it not living

Or play the game “Existence” to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning

Tomorrow Never Knows
— The Beatles —

“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

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A Letter To Me

—-Are angels real?

—-Yes. 100%.

—-Either my friend Sheri is an angel or she has one whispering in her ear
when she writes The Other Side Of Ugly. Probably both.

—-Here’s a beautiful email she sent me yesterday:

When I was walking today, it was really foggy out, and it felt so mystical, so Avalonish. I saw these 2 kids, maybe 15-16 years old. Holding hands, laughing, the girl playishly punching her guy in the arm. Both waiting to cross the street. I was caught up in their youthfulness.

I remembered my first kiss, how afraid I was. I remembered going roller skating every Friday with the boy I liked and the “slow” skate where we could hold hands and show off our relationship.

So as I watched these kids run across the street my mind was flooded with these beautiful memories of just being young, no responsibilities beyond helping take care of my brother and sister.

I thought for the very first time in my life, I want to be that age again. I want to feel that innocent beautiful trusting love. I want to be with someone who likes to play. I want a boyfriend/husband who likes to brag that I’m his girl. I want to feel excited when I’m with my girlfriends to share the awesomeness of my guy. I want each kiss to always feel like magic…and so my story was born.

By watching two young teenagers experiencing something that one day they will wish they had again…

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A Letter To Almost Famous

No other movie comes close to capturing it like you do and I’m grateful.

What’s “it”?

It, is music.

It, is love.

It, is the love of music.

It, is that sometimes hazy, sometimes clear memory of the first soulful experience with each.

“I have to go home”

“You are home.”

The words she knows the tune she hums,
gabe

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“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

Click here now—>;;;;;;;;Amazon or B&N to order Live Like A Fruit Fly – The Secret You Already Know

A Letter To This Fucked Up Life Of Ours

Dear Life,

I’ll be brief because I don’t want to keep you away from your all important, full time job of confusing the living shit out of everyone.

I’m watching Saving Private Ryan. I saw it when it first came out in 1998 and it left me shell shocked. The next time I caught it was years later, late night in a hotel room in Atlanta. I was there for some corporate training nonsense because weeks before, I talked my way into some ridiculous technical recruiting gig. Like everyone else, I had bills to pay.

I don’t remember crying in the movie theater but all alone in this dark hotel room, I wept from the core of my being. I covered my eyes with my hands and tears flowed down my fingers while Giovanni Rivisi’s character lay dying from bullet wounds in that grassy field. Right before you, Life, left him, he panted, “Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.”

I literally couldn’t handle it. I needed to talk to someone and since you were the only one around, I picked up the pen and paper next to the phone on the nightstand.

I wrote furiously about seizing the day and making the most of every moment. And now it’s years and years later and I’ve definitely been living a little more, but not to the level where it really counts. And the clock continues to tick.

The thing is, as you know, you keep getting in the way.

Which leads me to ask, what do you want from me man?

I’m not going to wait around for you to write back because I already know the answer. You don’t want a goddamn thing from me. But I can tell by the way things unfold, you strongly suggest that I keep following my gut. And keep being as kind as I can.

Which I will. I promise.

I just wish you could make things a little easier for all of us.

With love and gratitude,
gabe

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“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

Click here now—>;;;;;;;Amazon or B&N to order Live Like A Fruit Fly – The Secret You Already Know

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