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

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GOD IS GOOD?

Is God good?

Well, I found a blue, LIVESTRONG type bracelet saying GOD IS GOOD lying lost, or maybe flung to the floor, of a handicapped parking space.

This sums up, and maybe for some, even answers the question.

Maybe God isn’t good. Or isn’t bad.

Maybe, God just is.

Or then again, isn’t.

Who’s to know?

-gb

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The Apprentice Is Now The Master

Totally black.

The screen went totally black and it became completely silent in there.

Just ten minutes left of the mystifying movie Midnight Special and the projector shut down.

As if sitting in a crashing fighter jet, I ejected myself out of the seat and headed to the lobby to alert the officials while everyone else in the theater just sat that there like helpless lambs.

The movie was back on in minutes. The ending was remarkable. Super sick flick. See it.

That was me being my dad. Jumping up like that. Making sure everything was okay. Ready to fix, fight or flee without hesitation.

If there was a fire or an armed maniac, I would have been in my car, completely safe, before anything went down.

100%.

No doubt.

My dad and I used to say that the nazis never would have gotten us.

Get on these trains?

Not. Very. Fucking. Likely.

Maybe this feels like I’m reaching. Like escaping a movie compared to a death camp is a stretch.

Well, it’s not.

It’s just a difference of a degree.

When I was young, feuding with my dad over everything and nothing, I prayed that I’d just disappear. That I could just be an orphan.

But now, after all of these years and after all of these experiences, I literally couldn’t be more grateful that I’m Harold Berman’s son.

So, what does this mean for you, the reader?

Probably nothing.

I just knew I needed to share. And now we’ll see what unfolds next.

And, I just looked out the window and saw a little brown bird picking twigs up with it’s beak. Presumably to make a nest. For its kids.

There’s no better way to end this than with that.

thank you, so much, for taking the time to be with me in this moment,
gb

P.S I snapped this photo right before the movie restarted. Normally I would have texted it to my dad. And he would have said, “You’re a real pisser.”

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Me Too

  

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Camel/Needle/Hell

How about this, take a fucking breath.

The two women next to me at Starbucks are whispering, loudly, about money and insurance and properties and about whose husband is doing what.

Enough already.

Enough.

And It’s not just them. It’s basically the only thing I hear from everyone, always.

Listen, I know money is important in this life of ours. I’m not a shmuck.

But c’mon man, can you give it a rest just once in awhile?

Please?

It would be nice to hear someone talk half as passionately about art or music or movies or sex as they do about finances.

But no.

We are a society obsessed.

And we’re all in for a big fat surprise that’s hiding right out in the open.

peace bitches,
gb

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Who’s Reading This? 

  

It Doesn’t Matter

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Extrapolate

Bananas ripen. All by themselves.

Isn’t that amazing?

You leave a bunch of those greenish, stiff looking, unfit for consumption badboys on the kitchen counter next to the pile of unopened mail, and in the morning, they’re all nice and yellow and ready to go.

It’s goddamn miracle.

No really, it’s a miracle.

Bananas aren’t plugged into anything. They don’t run on batteries. They’re basically just little babies. All alone in the world. And yet, the massively condensed universe inside pushes them to perfection.

They don’t have to do anything for this. They don’t have to toil and strive.

They just let it be.

The same massively condensed universe can also be found in… (you know exactly where)

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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Do You Believe In Miracles?

Do you believe in miracles?

Regardless of how you choose to answer, if you’re reading these words, you’re witnessing a miracle right now.

Yes, it’s a miracle to be able to read, and it’s a miracle your phone or tablet or whatever has an Internet connection, but those are almost irrelevant.

What I’m talking about is you.

The
miracle
is
you.

The fact that you woke up this morning puts water-into-wine to shame.

Life is awesome.

And no, I’m not talking about the day to day life, filled with anxiety and war and greed.

Honestly, I hate those “life is great” mother fuckers. Go read the news for two minutes and then tell me how goddamn great life is. Tell that to the family whose son just got decapitated. The fact that the word “decapitated” has shown up in the news, even once, in the last century is proof enough that life is pretty far from great.

What I mean is this: life itself is awesome. The mysterious, luminous, animating force flowing through plants, animals and us.

And miraculously, as you slept last night, your body performed hundreds of trillions of functions which, unbeknownst to you, kept you alive. Kept you alive in spite of the fact that the fate of your eventual demise was sealed upon your birth.

The life inside of you insisted on remaining alive for yet another day. The vast universe is mostly composed of lifelessness but, here you are. Still. Reading these words which I’ve strung together in a very particular, but oftentimes serendipitous, order. It’s literally a miracle.

And here’s the thing about miracles – when you allow yourself to allow for miracles, you’ll notice more of them.
I promise.

This is the space I abide in (when I remember to do so) and I’ve seen the miraculous unfold time and time again.

Anxiety and war and greed aren’t proof that miracles don’t exist. It is, however, proof that we are choosing to squander this miracle. The miracle of life.

It’s time for us to choose differently. It’s time for us to believe differently.

And it starts with you.

Today.

While you still can.

Thank 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

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

www.WeightLossCoffeeMiracle.com

www.WhereIsGodWhenOurLovedOnesGetSick.com

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