In Manogue's latest book, Bed, Bosh, and Beyond, he takes us a step further in the process of how we live our lives. Here, we confront the ultimate challenge - death - and we are introduced to Rob, a man who has lived life on his own terms, died, and is brought through a life review whereby he sees segments of his life interspersed with commentary from his afterlife guide played by none other than his hero, George Carlin
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Bed Bosh & Beyond
We all believe we will die at some point in life. We have trepidations about death because we believe it’s the final bell before the main event. But what is the main event? Religion paints a glorious scene filled with angelic figures and eternal rewards. Religion also paints another portrait that is the complete opposite of our glorious salvation. We call it hell.
Both paintings hang on the walls of our mind. We adjust those personal paintings using our beliefs and perceptions. We all want to experience a glorious final goal, but none of us want to experience it now. Final is in our future, not in our present. Maybe our final goal is not all that final. Perhaps our final goal has several facets to it, and just like in physical life we choose what to experience in each of those facets.
While we are alive, we function as individuals with our own beliefs and thoughts. Many of us don’t realize it, but we create a physical life around those beliefs. Our beliefs don’t stay in our bodies at death. They are in our consciousness, so they come with us on our fearful journey beyond time.
We all have a strong belief about an afterlife. Those thoughts are part of our psyche, and they will be experienced in some way. All our beliefs are experienced in some way. In other words, if someone believes that their thoughts and actions here on earth are heaven worthy, they will experience their reward. But if those thoughts and actions are more hell worthy that individual will experience their version of hell until they realize they can make another choice. Choice-making does not die with the body.
No two experiences are the same in life, nor should they be in death. What might be the same is the sudden awareness that we create all of our thoughts, and we logged them in an intricate belief structure. That structure impacts our mind-consciousness.
There may be a region within the state we call death similar to a transition area. In that non-physical area, we can relive every physical experience over again in a non-judgmental way. This area is a temporary state. In that state, we sense how our beliefs impacted our lives as well as the lives of the people we met on our physical journey. Once we believe that process is complete, we have the opportunity to choose what we want to experience within another region of our non-physical reality.
Everyone has an opinion about death, but I believe death is a state of becoming just like physical life. We are a conscious mind amid a collection of dying and reborn cells while we are in our body. We are alive while we experience the daily death and rebirth of cells. That process keeps us functioning in one focused physical reality. Our consciousness has the ability to flicker in and out of different realities while we are physical. Dreaming is a good example of how that works. When we unconsciously choose to change our focus from this reality to another, we change the pulsating rhythm of our consciousness. The continuity of those pulsations changes our focus. We call that change death, but just like life we are focused in a reality. Once we realize we can choose what to experience in this new reality, we begin to manipulate our conscious focus.
This book addresses the transition state of non-physical reality. It is the story of one man’s experience and how he chooses that experience. Not everyone will go through the same process as the main character in the book, but we all have the ability to do so. We form every reality we experience using our intuition, ideas and perceptions. That is the innate nature of our consciousness
Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead.
“It’s a blessing, and a curse to be a light sleeper,” he thought.
The aging wood floors and the steps leading to the second floor in his Victorian home had secrets to share, and so did every guest that booked a room in his family owned Bed and Breakfast. He had heard more than his fair share of tales, truths, gossip, and secrets over the last twenty-four years so nothing surprised him anymore. Nothing, but the sound that death makes when it rings the bell of silence.
Robert William McGann’s bell rang a couple of weeks before the official close of winter in 2013, but his mind was still functioning as usual, or at least he thought it was. Rob, everyone called him Rob, slowly turned his greying Fu Manchu bearded face toward the nightstand and looked at the clock. It was five in the afternoon. It was time to get up and finish one of his computer programming projects before he had his signature tomato gravy over pasta dinner with his wife, Dottie. But, something was wrong. He got up, but his two-hundred and fifty-five pound body stayed in bed. He was floating around the room in what felt like a body, but it was not the same body. He immediately thought about the line his two-year-old nephew C.J. used when he visited Nashville the year before. C.J. watched Rob take his usual afternoon nap on the family living room sofa. The boy smiled and looked up at Dottie as they put Lego’s together on the hardwood floor in front of the sofa. C.J.’s next words would be forever etched in the minds of all family members.
“Uncle Rob forgot to wake-up.”
Dottie laughed out loud and woke Rob up. Dottie caught her breath and grabbed C.J. and hugged him.
“Uncle Rob’s just taking a longer nap than usual, honey. He didn’t forget to wake up.”
C.J. looked at Rob again and smiled.
Rob knew that C.J’s words sure fit his current debacle.
“This can’t be hell.” He thought. “But it sure doesn’t look like heaven either.”
He felt a presence, but wasn’t sure what it was. He tried to get a handle on his mental state, but he was confused. Was he dead or was he still alive? Suddenly the answer flowed through him. He felt peaceful, alert and joyful. Then he heard a familiar voice, and it was coming from his own mind.