Ezra Azra--What It Is All About

"I'm a hospice nurse. The things I've witnessed have convinced me there is an Afterlife. I died and was sent back to deliver an urgent message. Here's what heaven looks like; and the daunting decision I had to make before I returned.” UK Daily Mail, Tuesday 11 March 2025.

I chose to be a nurse because from the earliest time I can remember I was brought up by my Grampa and my Granny.

I never knew my parents, and I had no siblings. I loved both my Grandparents dearly. In their last years, I took care of them. It was not easy, but they had been so loving to me, I loved making their final years most comfortable. There was never any doubt in me about becoming a professional nurse so that I could care for persons who needed help being safe and in minimum discomfort when total comfort was not possible.

All my friends my age were surprised when I declared my intention to become a professional Nurse. Some said I was destined for other and more spectacular achievements because, to begin with, I was so in every way, as beautiful as Kate Middleton, Princess of Wales, future Queen of Britain, we could be identical twins.

Other few friends dared mention that I was more beautiful than the totally Royal Princess. However, since those few others were men, I suspected their compliment was motivated by ulterior intentions.

Because by the time I had reached twenty years old, I had won four beauty contests in the County, my genuine friends were sincerely
disappointed and bewildered when I abandoned beauty contests in order to enroll in the Nurse program in our City hospital.

For some reason I have never quite understood, I was uncomfortable being complimented with the observation that I could be the identical twin of the Princess. I derived particular relief from it being easy as a Nurse trainee to avoid appearing to look like the Princess. By the time I had successfully completed the program at the Hospital, it had been years since anyone had noticed the Royal likeness about me.

I had had a successful career as a Nurse. Five years from retirement, I fell fatally ill. The medical doctors put me into a coma in order to have time to determine the best treatment. Nobody expected me to recover. As I lay, slowly dying, I was aware of being wide awake and living a normal healthy life in the Afterlife.

I found myself seated among many others in a Green Room session in a theatre-like setting.

Just when the Green Room tradition in theaters began, is uncertain. One conjecture is that it began in London, England, in the sixteenth century. It was deemed healthy and professionally helpful for onstage performers to meet after the end of a public performance of a Play to talk about the performance. That meeting room was painted green because that color seemed to be the most soothing to the eyes of persons experiencing higher-than-normal daily psychological-emotional stress. That offstage color preference was in vogue in the Afterlife when I arrived.

From conversations with persons in my first Afterlife Green Room session, I became aware that in this Earth Reality, every one is playing a role in which we have been cast.

This whole life is an onstage Play. Dying is the final onstage exit of a character. After that final exit, every Performer, that is, every one of us, is free to audition again to return, or to go onstage on another one of countless worlds in the Galaxy.

I regret I was so caught up in excitement that I quite forgot to ask just who is the director of this Play that is being so inartistically composed; and just what criteria are followed in the casting of roles?

A most intriguing bit of information I gathered was that in god-religions, the tradition of a prophecy of a messiah-to-come, has originated from a universal human
wish that loved ones who die will return from the Afterlife to help us here. My having died and returned is proof that universal human wish derives from hard fact; a hard fact yet to be demonstrated by the arrival of a messiah in any god-religion.

Among us at present on Earth, there are, worldwide, at least eight god-religions that are waiting for their messiahs to return. Judaism has been waiting at least three thousand years; the longest wait among all the god-religions. The Encyclopedia Britannica has estimated that at present on Earth there are at least 330 million god-religions.

While I was participating in that Afterlife Green Room session, I
did not attempt to look for familiar faces because within seconds of entering that Afterlife, I saw that living entities, including me, were in forms similar to single elemental photons, communicating through countless pure energy signals free of any emotive content. There were countless of these living energy units going about their individual intentions. Among them were countless newcomers like me. Among all of us, there was no biology with which to relate. In other words, our photon-like living units were, practically, ninety-nine percent robot-like and guaranteed by Afterlife conditions to live forever, virtually.

My questions were pleasantly replied. It is normal for new arrivals to have a flood of queries. I noticed that as time passed, I was gaining answers to my queries from within myself the moment the query was completed.

I overheard fragments of a discussion at another table about our free options to exit the Afterlife to go to worlds other than Earth.

On those worlds each of us has the ability to spontaneous re-invent ourselves, just as on Earth subatomic particles can transmute themselves into different subatomic particles; like Kaons into Pions; like Neutrons into Protons.

At another table in that Green Room, there was a lively discussion about the final exit from this Reality being in the manner of dying. It was most vociferously queried, ‘Would it not be more meaningful and welcoming if the final exit of this stage in this theater were through a silent dance-movement pattern, that dance being a kind of “open sesame” unlocking of a door through which the dancer-creator silently and joyously enters the Afterlife?

In that Afterlife, in that Green Room, and everywhere else, understanding the quantum mathematics hypothesis of space-time dilation occurred to me easily and uneventfully: the sequential occurrences of years in one place being duplicated, in sequence or concurrently, in another place in minutes. That is, I was aware that while I was spending many years in the Afterlife, only seconds were passing on Earth.

I became effortless aware that among the natural laws of the universe, is that, inexplicably, more-or-less once in an infinitude, one living photon in the Afterlife has an identical twin on Earth. For their mutual well-being the twins must live in either the Afterlife or on Earth in this Realty.

I was overwhelmed to discover that by that law of once-in-infinity I and the Princess of Wales were, indeed, identical twins. Hence, we could not safely exist apart in two different Realities.

Of the two of us, by Afterlife laws it was up to me to make the choice.

I chose to exit the Afterlife and to return to this Reality.