Oliver Frances

What about The Cursed Poet ? My new story is about a singular persona who trudged on his path to recognition, and when he made the grade, suddenly his downfall starts, until he vanishes, and no one knows his whereabouts, nor whether he is still alive or not -although his death is reported. There, the legend begins, and it strengths when some people claim to have been seen him alive, meanwhile his works start to gain recognition again. In his writings, he grants his legacy to the world. What do you look for? Love, The greatest energy. A writer like you is ill-tempered? Not absolutely. I am easy-going person. What are you reading now? Everything that falls into my hands. Still Coca Cola is your preference? Absolutely. With whom do you prefer to be? With a lovely woman (laughter).

Oliver Frances begins to write on his teens. His first short story was an epic one, inspired in chivalric romance books. As time went by, his themes are based on emotions, conveyed on Summer Love; and from the experience derived of his travels, and political and social issues being one background for all unfolding drama in the stories featured in Century’s Endings. Surprisingly, Oliver went on to romance publishing short stories that are part of the series of Heart & Souls, though. All the stories of Heart weren’t appreciated by the readers, despite having great editorial reviews from severe critics. The fact lingers of that Frances, as one reader writes, have written stories that differ so much from contemporary American literature. Hence, the reader loves or hates them, unfortunately there is no in between. Anyhow, this didn’t refrain Oliver from releasing Heart II. In his latest works, is evidenced a change about themes. Now, his stories convey drama but through spiritu...

In life, dreams are an engine that starts up an existence. These are the places where man deposits his hopes for tomorrow. It's always been said that dreams are just dreams with no action. Man needs more than action to make his dreams come true. The size of your dream is proportional to the mind with which it is dreamt. The mind is proportional to the conscience , which nourishes it. The conscience is the size of the man that contains and sustains it. Your dreams go into unconsciousness and turn into thoughts, and these create and change the will of the world. Thought is pure energy, which leaves your being and goes into the universe, where it expands. A creative idea comes through the mind, and then turns into words afterward. The vocabulary adds energy. In some cases, words turn into deeds─the manifestation of the thought into the physical plane . A man of mean and small dreams creates and sustains mean and small realities. A man with ambitions of power or delusions of gra...

Everyone has come to life with a mission -even the masters who walked through the earth. Which one is mine? Everyone wonders this during their life time, but it's shown on the course of existence. Anyone born has a divine plan engraved within their cells. Indeed, truth, the real one, is inside each one of us. So do not look outside, even if the hardships make your life difficult. You should remember that not even Jesus could avoid difficulties on his path to the light. In fact, he took them as proof of love, and thought of them as part of the relative world over which he was. Truth is sown in your soul . Most times, a person is either judged or a target for jealousy due to his success or failures. However, what you are not aware of is the real meaning of success or failure in the soul's terms. Every path that a person has to walk is a karmic one. Your level is determined by your karma . This is what you have to go through; on the contrary of the common thought that your pen...

Pagan Spirits had a chance to ask Oliver some questions. Here are his answers. PS: What was the name of the first book you wrote? How did you get it published? Oliver:Summer Love... Self-published at smashwords.com (To avoid query letters or finding an agent I decided to go on self-publishing and create my own publishing company.) PS: Which do you find leads you to your best work: your triumphs or your tragedies? Do you write from joy or pain? Oliver: Spiritual realization. In fact, all the books that I've written recently are spiritual ones or have a great content of spirituality. I don't write from joy or pain anymore. In fact, many years ago I believed that an author had to go through hardships to create a good work, but not anymore. PS: Do you have a writing ritual? If you listen to music while you're writing, what do you listen to? Oliver: I hear music--very light one because the deep is in my writing. PS: Who has been the biggest influence on your c...

           “Your own mind, which has been corrupted and neurologically damaged by years of education in fake-prop TV-studio games, will also keep you trapped in the game” Timothy Leary , ”Start your own religion”            Our  mind works unconsciously, so an individual is not entirely aware of thoughts and deeds, and his sub-conscious accepts without reasoning all that he has said. If his uttered words come from education in fake-prop TV-studio games , all the concepts absorbed by this are distorted, so that the individual attempts to infiltrate the social stage-set game. A majority of people, to do that, live their own unattainable fantasies and go along deceiving themselves and, therefore, others. These beings live out of the dead posturing of robot actors on the fake-prop TV-studio stage-set, they get into their so-called real life.   As the entity pursued the course ...

A year of the 40th anniversary of The Doors ’ arrival on the rock scene and another one of the birth of Jim Morrison , the rock poet –whose decadent existence led his persona to grave. Suddenly flashing memories came about paying my respects to him at his shrine –into what turned his burial plot. The day before I rushed to cemetery –jumping onto the train to Pére Lachaise station; but this was already closed when I arrived there. Obviously I was late. My friend with whom I went did not understand the reason for which I took him there, and even more when we bumped into a shopkeeper who was Arab -the same nationality as my mate who was asked by him the why we wasted time coming over an addicted’s grave (both of them didn’t know that “the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom”). So, the following morning I woke up early to head for Pére Lachaise –before going on touring by Paris with my friend. And this time I went on my own. I came into the cemetery through a side-door, a...