Oliver Frances

Is There Nothing Like Fate?

2011-11-26T15:36:00.001-08:00

The following lines might be contentious, provided that your opinion differs from the concept expressed here, or just like a wildfire torch that kindles suddenly in your mind.

If we take for granted, what I heard in a movie, that we can’t ascribe great cosmic events to earthly and ordinary happenings. Then, to what can we attribute some remarkable circumstances which have impact on the course of our lives?

www.amazon.com/dp/B00656741Q

To mention one, I’ll refer to the fact of meeting that special person who makes you spring inside the desire of spending the rest of your life with her. Could we just say that it is a mere coincidence to have run into that person out of millions ones who live and spend their lives in different parts of the city or the world?

If this is not fate, what is it then? However, we can live with the presumption that nothing is meant to be, and all what takes place in our lives is just coincidence or the course of events which surround our existences. In fact, we can ignore all the written above, and it is plausible when it is referred to emotional affairs but not to those signals that come along suddenly, which psychiatrists give the interpretation as sub-conscious message, and which help us to avoid fatality or find destiny.

One controversial point arouses what if any signal leads us to doom? So, was it meant to be? Or, it was just a matter of bad luck? Perhaps, at this point, many of us are considering that our lives had been written before coming us into existence, but, however, these can be changed; meanwhile some of us will reason that even it is possible to detour the course of the events in our lives we’ll carry out the purpose for what we are alive, and the rest of us will resign themselves to believe that there is nothing like fate.

A question pops in my head if nothing is written beforehand, how can a fortuneteller guess the coming events in our life?
For Oliver Frances' eBooks visit www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com

The Aftermath of your Break-up, Funny?

2011-09-08T13:24:00.000-07:00

Valentine's day is over. Perhaps, it's now time to talk about the other part of love Break-Up -specifically the aftermath.

For some people this could be a depressing time or a hilarious part of the whole experience. To me talking about relationships, and not to mention tips to keep one or how to heal a broken heart, there is always a funny part, not to tag it as ironic, in the aftermath of a break-up. And, it is not about the things that you throw away but those mementoes that you keep after a relationship ends.

If it doesn’t still bring up tears wearing on the T-shirt that your partner gave you on a special occasion -unless you haven't already thrown it away, a big laughter breaks out since you read again what she wrote about her love for you in a poem or in those hopeless lines on napkin. Beyond any doubt, her declaration is now an irony or a hilarious one for sure–if you moved on. The sarcasm depicted in your ex's words lies on coming into account that in the end everything wasn’t like your partner said that it’d be.

However the funny doesn’t come to an end here. If you have kept those now silly or absurd words in a forgotten box and your new partner finds them, then you're in trouble. In this upside down world, she will assume that your ex still matters to you. And, in the case that you express that you don’t remember her, your new partner will assure that you still in love for your ex. The harder you try to explain why have kept your ex-partner’s lines, the more she will believe that you have feeling for your ex yet.

So to have a healthy and stable new relationship, a piece of advice is that you get rid of those mementoes of a past ghost. Otherwise, you’ll be sailing in a sea of trouble, instead of one of love.

For Oliver Frances' eBooks visit www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com

STATS ARE WRONG?

2011-06-17T08:30:00.000-07:00

It could be stated that a book is lousy just for 6 bad reviews out of ten thousand readers that have indeed downloaded the eBook?

Who's right? Someone might think of these 6 people who reviewed the material are such brave for standing out of the current no matter what the others' opinions -much less if these are not expressed yet, and, paramount, are people with a strong reader-community duty for warning others of such an unpleasant thing as reading a poorly written material. Nevertheless, just to check out whether the quality is so bad that to read it is an act of masochism or not, people still download the eBook in spite of these 6 reviews only. Fortunately these personal comments are not proportional with the number of downloads.

To those who have read the lines above and want to be part of the controversy, just download free Heart by Oliver Frances on Amazon.com and express yourself about.

HEART

The Downfall of Big Publishing?

2011-03-03T15:13:00.000-08:00

Mark Cooker, founder of Smashwords, an ebook distribuitor, gives us his insight of the author uprising. Besides, he predicts a new revolution which is rather distinct from the ongoing one in North Africa.

So does this mean the downfall of big publishing? In the embedded PowerPoint presentation, below, he draw parallels between the catalysts for the Egyptian revolution and the author uprising that he foresee taking root in publishing.

The Uprising in Book Publishing

View more presentations from Smashwords, Inc.

He just tries to tell us where the publishing world is headed.

Further information about Oliver Frances' Books visit:

http://www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com/

"Oliver's Good Night Kiss" Erin O'Riordan's Lastest Release

2011-01-09T16:41:00.000-08:00

When werewolf mates Natalie and Matthew first laid eyes on Oliver, they both knew the sexy vampire chef was a temptation they couldn’t resist. Oliver’s orgasmically delicious food and hypnotic green eyes cast a spell on them. With Matthew and Natalie’s wedding date approaching, Oliver agrees to bow out gracefully from their sizzling triad…but only after one more night of passion. Will Oliver’s good night kiss really mean goodbye, or will Natalie and Matthew discover they can’t live without him?

Featuring the characters from "Oliver's Famous Clam Chowder" in the Love Bites anthology.

" 'Oliver’s Good Night Kiss' by Erin O’Riordan is a yummy, quick read. If you are looking for a tasty treat with a little kick then you should check out Oliver’s Good Night Kiss."
--Cheryl's Book Nook

"This is a great, engaging story with a neat twist at the end, even if you don’t usually read books of this kind. You’ll be pleasantly surprised, looking for another just like it. 4 bookmarks out of 5!"
--Anita Nurse, Reviewer

"WOW! The description of the vampire Oliver makes me want to swoon...The writing is clean and crisp...Ms. O'Riordan is a very talented author. "
--MomCat's Naughty Reviews

"Oliver's Good Night Kiss" by Erin O'Riordan is now available from Torquere Press. Also available for Kindle on Amazon

View the book movie on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX8Ondk2sAw

Erin O'Riordan's Interview

2010-12-16T12:26:00.000-08:00

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 career?

Oliver: At the very beginning, Latin American writers. After, Oscar Wilde (and you can notice it in some books that I've written), but recently some writings convey ideas of the result of the readings of Timothy Leary's book or a spiritual book (Brian Weiss' ones).

PS: Do you read for pleasure? If so, what kind of books do you like to read?

Oliver: Before I read anything that fell into my hands for pleasure. Now what I read is because of any researching that I do for a project or studies.

PS: If you were stuck on a desert island, which book would you want with you?

Oliver: The Little Prince.

PS: What project(s) are you currently working on?

Oliver: I am writing short stories in which are combined mystery with spirituality.

PS: Dark chocolate or milk chocolate? Coke or Pepsi?

Oliver: Dark Chocolate. Definitely Coke.

Further information about Oliver Frances' Books visit:
http://www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com/

Decency: A Matter of Relativity

2010-08-23T19:10:00.000-07:00

Relative is an adjective that refers to the nature of a thing, which isn't absolute. It could be reasoned as something –in appreciation– that isn’t entirely certain. However, this adjective could be used to identify rightly the nature of an issue as decency. Perhaps, it sounds absurd when this adjective is considered for such a topic.

But, the following story will cast no shadow on the written above.

A woman in love with her husband breaks down when she finds out that her consort has an affair with another woman –whom he loves. The broken-hearted wife burst out yelling outrageous adjectives to the mistress, who is the blame for the split of her marriage. And, she wondered how a woman could do this to a decent wife. To her, this woman was one of no moral or principles, so that she wasn’t an upright person to be close -not to label this woman as a bitch.

Wife parts company with her husband, and each one moves on.

After a time, the woman, who was once married, falls in love again, but this new man isn’t a single one. Her best friend, who knows all her story, asks her in astonishment, "I don’t understand you... how could you be involved with a married man after having suffered what his poor wife does?"

"That’s the way as life is," she answered simply.

So decency is relative.

Further information about Oliver Frances' Books visit:
http://www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com/

Bitter or Obedient –accepting the gold of your days?

2010-05-11T11:17:00.000-07:00

A truth hasn’t revealed here when you realize that the world has become a place where money have turned into a value, and, much less other one than society has erected false principles as guides to life. So man sets himself into a race to pursue these goals –to which bring himself to individualism eventually.

His concern about himself leads his persona to isolate from his neighbour turning into a lonely soul. Unable to comprehend that wealth is not a real value and this shouldn’t rule over him –but the other way around, he metamorphoses himself into a heartless flesh that goes through life as a hollowed being without a valuable thought.

A person can lose the paramount of life for what he considers as true important, which would grant happiness. But, after much water has passed under the bridge, man is aware of what is essential in life –the aim for he has come here. Sadly people find it out at the end of life. Even though fate brings them one chance to fulfil their life -and if this doesn’t come on their terms, they let it pass on thinking of having another chance –a better one. But in the majority of cases, they are wrong so they end being lonely. Then, they become aware of their mistake and what they should have been their choice, but it is too late unfortunately.

In a materialistic world, where is always highlighted by the media that wealth and glamour are two things essential in life, having them you can lead a super life, it’s difficult to accept your fate if your aim to be here is not related to wealth and what might give an terrific existence .

However, your destiny is due to happen no matter what you do to change the course of this. So it is up to you live bitter –on account of you don’t lead an exceptional life, or accept obediently the little gold that has been laid to you.

Further information about Oliver Frances' Books visit:

http://www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com/

Trapped into your own game?

2009-07-17T08:35:00.000-07:00

“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”

Start your own religion by Timothy Leary

Our mind works unconsciously, so an individual is entirely not aware of thoughts and deeds, and his sub-conscience accepts without reasoning all what he has said. If his uttered words come from education in fake-prop TV-studio games, all the concepts absorbed by the under mind are distorted, so that individual attempts to infiltrate the social stage-set game, then one majority of them, in order to do that, live their own unattainable fantasies and go along deceiving themselves and, therefore, others. When these beings just got the dead posturing of robot actors on the fake-prop TV-studio stage-set they get into the so-called real life.

As the entity pursued the course of the mirror-like waters of a small creek - which was edged by the greenness, on a turn, a figure -in a black and white stretch body suit with black and white striped nylon socks- leapt out of nothing.
It had flinched and looked the personage up and down. His costume was so colourful - with two red pom poms in front and red ruffled collar and cuffs.
“Who are you?” The entity asked, in surprise.
“A harlequin.”
“A harlequin?!” It repeated, confused. ‘What are you doing here?’
“What am I?”
It nodded.
The figure, almost with effeminate gestures, replied.
“It is carnival. We are in Venice,” and he added. “And you asked me what I am doing here!”
It had turned around and saw elements of countryside. There was no any evidence that either it could be or have been Venice.
“I don’t think so.”
The entity watched the red ruffled peplum fluttering as the figure flickered showing around.
“You don’t see the monumental Piazza San Marco? Don’t see the crowd in jubilance? It can’t be… You don’t hear the colossal style?”
It was befuddled and didn’t know what to utter. At last, it had said something.
“Certainly not.”
“Perhaps, you don’t see it because you don’t want it. There is no such a blind that who doesn’t want to see.”
“Or, perhaps, you see that we are in Venice because you desire it. Although it is not so,” added the entity.
“No… It is not like that. Certainly, you cannot see anything that I have said to you because you haven’t looked through my mirror,” told the harlequin.
He had pulled out a hand mirror and handed it over to the entity.
“Look your own future in my mirror.”
Having it in hand, this went to see through, but it could not. There was no glass. Noticing it, the entity had looked into the figure’s masked eyes, just to make him aware of that it was impossible.
The harlequin had sensed its discontentment, so he explained.
“Your problem is that you don’t want to see what you desire. What you see is just a plain reality.”
After those words, the entity had carried on making its way nowhere, so it began to walk away.
As it was leaving behind the harlequin, this cried out, “you are not going to be much happier if you just see bare facts only, and not spice up your own life with all those things for which you die, even though you don’t have them neither don’t they exist.”
Raising the hand mirror until the height of his eyes, the figure said in excitement, “I see a bedazzling future for me. I have got everything that I hanker for. A splendorous existence. I am so happy!”

The house of entities by Oliver Frances

Here it is expressed as the harlequin’s behaviour and consciousness is hooked to a routine sequence, and so he becomes a dead robot. Then, it is evidenced his own time to die and be born again. So, he has to “Drop out” –detach himself form the external social drama, “Tune in” –an alteration of the pattern of his mind that will be conveyed in the change of the behaviour, so this will reflects a true-one vision, “Turn on” –get out of his mind.

Clearly having a dissociate experience, the harlequin will be real conscious, so that he will quit his own TV game, and will disengage his sub-consciences of all wrongs conceptualisations, then he will have the only ecstasy and meaning –religious search.

Further information about Oliver Frances' Books visit:
http://www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com/

Jim Morrison: A door yet and still open!

2008-12-07T06:44:00.000-08:00

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, and I walked around by the thick wall –on the cobblestone- leading myself to the centre –where I supposed that the main entrance was located- when I ran into a guardian who seeing me uttered – in his thick accent- the surname: “Morrison”. He approached me signaling the way to get to his tomb and also slipped a map of the place.

Just at the main gate, I took the right lane, which got steeper and steeper, until his grave. Already there what I got was a small rectangle of cement in the ground (well, I never expected to have Jim coming back from death to recite his poetry). But I thought if all that was the standing about the Electric Shaman –yet I was by myself. So there was no more? Perhaps, what drew me to Pére Lachaise was the mystery around his death, the myth in which he turned out, or just to be part of the pilgrimage of fans to his grave –and this could be appreciated as some guys joined me later.

After some minutes there and a couple of snaps, I went out of the gate. And there was left the king lizard.

I wasted my time at Pére Lachaise? I don’t think so. In fact, turned out to be real what once his band mates wrote in their web page that Jim was gone but he had left his spirit, his music and his poetry –and a lasting influence. And his legacy was not just words and music; I would also add to it his bizarre but philosophical live performances.

What made a southern boy pretend or assume an attitude of that of a shaman? A possible answer would be: the eternal search of transcendence.

Was he living out his myth? The one of that an American Indian shaman went into his soul? Or the myth turned on him? The one in which he would got after his death? Anyway he turned in one myth. He got himself a kind of shaman. And this was evident at any live performance.

A The Doors’ concert was like a séance. He conducted it as a ritual being he its high priest and the audience his disciple. The shaman would jump on one-leg around –in one circle as if he were at a camp fire. A live performance was a religious experience. A ceremony sometimes turned into Artaud’s theater of cruelty.

A theatrical experience that stirred the senses out of their easiness and drove them into consciousness about the dark side. The shaman –who thought of being a king lizard at this theatre of confrontation- always wanted to have response from the audience, so he encouraged their members to sing, shout, or do what they pleased putting the microphone before their mouths –at this point the mike cord was no longer a snake in which it had turned moment previous.

All this was a communion where the senses were purified. A trip. Perhaps, he followed what William Blake lucubrated: “if the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite!”

So the concerts became ritual-like performances where the shaman or the king lizard turned himself into a medicine man or sometimes a Christ-like being crucifying himself –as he did at the Seattle Pop Festival- who would satisfy the necessity of the audience who went into the theatre. (Are the nowadays bands’ performances the same? Their lead singers become a sort of shaman? Or all that is just a mere gig?).

He was an integral artist (who was livid when the rest of the band who sold the rights of ‘Light My Fire’ to a commercial). He did not have a wallet; he kept his driving license and his American Express card amid two pieces of folded cardboard –in fact, he was a shaman in the real world. A poet who thought that success should not avoid the artist from his pure creative drive. He expanded his mind in such a way that this brought him into his true role in this existence. However, as he defined: “the shaman is not really interested in defining his role in society.”

Maybe, this article is to bring Jim back from a presumed death: oblivion. Or just as a Rolling Stone writer said: “It is the need today for kids –perhaps of all us- to have and ideal who isn’t squeaky clean.” He exercises influence in the new generations. His image has lasted until today. And, above all, his poetry, his words and his music. He is a door yet. And this is still open.

Further information about Oliver Frances' Books visit:

http://www.thelittlefrenchcompany.wordpress.com/