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    Through Existences
    Through Existences
    Through Existences
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    Through Existences

    By Oliver Frances

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    Through Existences is a unique blend of political-social commentary wrapped into a paranormal romance.

    The tale tells of Marcio, a man with an exceptional gift as clairvoyance who uses it to possess the woman he desires and loves. His clairvoyance leads him into the corridor of the powers of an oil exporting country, and as he becomes close to the president of that nation, he develops a program for underdeveloped countries. Having all that he wishes for, he soon begins to perceive his downfall and dreams of his past lives as Goya the famous Spanish painter and a member of the Nazi party.

    Marcio doesn’t believe in reincarnation and doesn´t get the connection between his present reality and dreams or nightmares, though. These previous existences describe his relationship with his current partner. So a cycle is being closed when he finds out what true love is like with another woman –a journalist– in the present.

    At a posterior future, the woman for whom he has done everything to have her is a black male prisoner in an U.S. jail. And, in this way she purges all her mistakes in her past existences – being imprisoned is her karma.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXinXii
    Release dateOct 1, 2015
    ISBN9781476270630
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      Through Existences - Oliver Frances

      THROUGH EXISTENCES

      by

      Oliver Frances

      ***

      Through Existences

      Published by Marco A Diaz

      Cover Art by Vanessa Murillo

      Edition by Rob Bignell

      Copyright Marco A Diaz 2012

      License Notes

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      To the memory of Jose Rafael Hernandez Morales

      ***

      Index

      Chapter I

      Chapter II

      Chapter III

      Chapter IV

      Chapter V

      Chapter VI

      Chapter VII

      Chapter VIII

      Chapter IX

      Chapter X

      Chapter XI

      Chapter XII

      Chapter XIII

      Chapter XIV

      Chapter XV

      Chapter XVI

      Chapter XVII

      Chapter XVIII

      Chapter XIX

      Chapter XX

      Chapter XXI

      Chapter XXII

      Chapter XXIII

      Epilogue

      Chapter I

      The creatures of Heaven were in ecstasy before the supremacy and marvel of their Creator, whose shape was hardly noticeable. What emerged from Him was an intense light that blinded all His creations. To contemplate His marvel, these must be pure spirits with high elevation.

      All of them were immersed in beauty and beatitude –far away from human meanness. They were around their Creator in harmony and love, and through wisdom they communicated with Him. But, He, besides rejoicing all the fruits of His paradise, was in complete care of those beings –who were His creations also– that had not reached the highest. These were on trials through existences, so they could nourish their spirits from the bittersweet milk of learning and figure out the paramount aim in a life –which was love.

      Within all His supremacy, He beheld His mundane creatures, and He saw all the wonderful nature that He had created in all the splendour of colourful and wild life.

      As the Supreme Being wrote His thoughts in His designs, His sons had shown up, and the Prince of Darkness was among them.

      Whence comest thou?

      From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

      And hast thou considered? the Lord said unto Satan.

      Man has not learnt to love.

      To love, he has gone through existences.

      Even so… They doth not get the knowledge.

      You desire to raise your word against my finest creation.

      You give me one, and I shall prove my word, Satan told the Lord.

      I shall give you the painter, said the Creator.

      But, this time You concede him a gift that almost equals him to You.

      I shall invest him with clairvoyance.

      So he will consider himself greater than You, and he will curse thee.

      He will fear God and escheweth evil, the Almighty said unto Satan.

      ***

      The black man over the plank sputtered uproariously out a strange name, Marcios!

      Chapter II

      God sent his angels for the soul on trial. Its masters had led this to the omnipresent Creator, who had expressed to it through His creatures. Otherwise, the soul would haven’t able to behold The Supreme Being inasmuch as it was not so pure as the Almighty, whose fulgurant energy this could not endure.

      So, God putting himself into manifesto through the Seraphs

      –and these through inferior divinities-had addressed the soul.

      Suddenly, images of one of his terrene existences had appeared. In this one, the soul could see a thickset man who went irreverently through life. His personality was rebellious and crowned by a husky mood. But, this man was so gifted that his mind created only beauty.

      Within that existence thou used thy art to reveal the true nature of the soul of every model that thou hast painted. And through that gift that I hast granted thee, thou dared thy neighbour.

      And what dost I hath to do to please my Lord? this man said unto the Lord.

      Thou will return into mundane existence.

      ***

      He scratched his temple over the white brick, and his sight was lost all around, as his mind reaped the whirlwind.

      All of a sudden, he beat hysterically his forehead on the rough wall as yelled, the man painted... painted his brothers’ souls out!

      Two guards rushed into the cell.

      One took the inmate around and held him off the wall. His frame wrapped the jailbird’s lankiness, hurting yourself again, eh?

      ‘Fuck! He’s been eating his own crap, said the other.

      Jesus!

      Having the legs hanging loose to sides, he cried out,

      gotta go up on trials.

      The guard, whose baldness was hidden under a baseball cap, said, We have to take him out of here. But, we should put him in one single bed cell. On the contrary, he’ll try to commit suicide dropping himself from the upper bed.

      He was pulled out of the cell in jerks. His eyes almost popped out in rage as bawled, He’s power… but not for his own perk.

      You’re nuts. Hung on to heroin since a child.

      Get back to this… until learn to love, said the inmate.

      Scratching his beard, the other guard told, Now we have to look for an available cell.

      Chapter III

      Was portrayed the image of a woman of comely appearance whose melancholy eyes observed a man of rough features and sully humor before an easel as his brush stroke against the canvas. She was in a perpetual sadness; meanwhile he remained immersed in his labor.

      Her love was infinite but a fraction in comparison with the love that she could have had from somebody else. The soul in woman shape was the being who could understand the tormented soul in a man’s body –with all the magic with which he created worlds out of nothingness. In fact, the woman’s heart always was willing to grant all what the painter desired and needed. And the artist was obedient to her lover’s impulse. He just did so for love.

      And, God had spoken to her through His divine entities:

      Thou will take human shape anew.

      Be complied my Lord’s words with me, said the soul unto The Lord.

      But, he will find thee… And, thou doth not him. He will choose on which direction he will go ahead.

      It will be carried out my Lord’s design.

      And, it will be complete thy circle on earth after thy life joins with his.

      Until the throne had brought another soul, whose wisdom was precarious, so the spirit was in advance continuously, on several trials through different levels, so that there were more divine entities present to filter the energy through which the Almighty put Himself into manifesto.

      Unexpectedly, some scenes of a bullring packed with a hilarious crowd were shown. In the arena, a bull with its budding horn had raised the bullfighter by the right side, and when he had fallen down he was picked up again by the budding horn.

      At the stands, she was scintillating with an extraordinary and rare beauty, meanwhile the bullfighter, held by the base of the budding horn inside him, slumped down along with the bull at unison.

      The bullfighter had not died of the horned just of the indifference of her love that could not have for him only.

      I hath always granted a sort of supreme power over my creatures. This is beauty. But, thou hath not hast used it wisely.

      My Lord, I hast been reckless.

      Thou must come into human life anew, the Lord said unto the soul.

      I will… to enrich my soul. And so to attain a higher level.

      Thy mission is love, and thou will find in the most hidden place, so thou should be understood that it will be in the person that thou will consider worthless, thou will fight off against thy demons that will torment thee as shallowness, desire and ambition. I will grant thee the same power anew. Thou exercise the influence of this for good.

      The soul comprehended the Creator’s message.

      My Lord is my glory.

      ***

      A guard watched, by the glass of the cell, the inmate who nodded, many times on end, over his legs crossed on the plank.

      I come back here… I come back… Here… Back, he repeated unconsciously. Standing up on the other side of the white cell, the man still peered. I come here in the way I am,

      he cried out.

      Being open eyed on the prisoner’s outburst, the guard had remained motionless.

      Tell me why I’m irresistible! All of a sudden, the inmate pulled himself together. I have been turkey on my beauty.

      The guard brushed off the prisoner’s blab and carried on walking by the corridor on his watch round.

      Chapter IV

      The word of my Lord lays upon me.

      As the soul had bid its farewell was cast into existence anew.

      So the Thrones had destined creation in time and space.

      The Domains had set the plane where the soul would act in accordance with the beings and circumstances already created. The Virtues granted the soul all the elements concerned with the form to take. The Authorities had conceded energy adjustably to the gender. And, These moulded

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