Category: Luminous



and BOSTON helped!

FYI: National Aboriginal Day is actually June 22nd 
(soon to be renamed by Justin: ”National Indigenous” appears to be more… genuine.)
But the 25th Anniversary Conference will be held on November 12th 
through November 14th – inclusively!
Oskar would have been 117 in 2017…
31st Anniversary of a certain trade that keeps on giving…
Canada’s 150th…
(they were not officially a nation, before that –
they still are a colony of sorts;
just ask the ”Queen of Canada”…)


Montréal’s 375th –
founded in 1642 by three kind souls
(two women, one guy:
Jeanne Mance, Marguerite Bourgeoys
and Paul Chomedey de Maisonneuve)
Alas, over time, their creation has become
infested and grimy, like most urban settings
tend to become, granted…
One could be tempted to celebrate this
by misusing your big pots, as they did before
most recently in fact…
Or rioting – they do it when they prevail
unfairly and undeservingly, in sports –
they’ve had zero chances to do so lately…
Or… you may actually celebrate this
by dropping by one of the few
worthy, redeeming places
on the whole island:
Meanwhile, down south…
16 years of ”WAR ON TERROR”
Star Wars: 1977-2017
40 Years Already…
”Atheists… Atheists everywhere…!”
”Like I said, Luke: scum and villainy!”
”Pardon, Ben… I thought you said… vi-llia-ny?”
”Did I? It was the atheist unbalance in the Force here
that made me sputter off such idiotic non-words!”
”The Force is weak with the atheist… aye?”
 Maybe it is time for some… 
100 years ago… 
11 years ago…
… and, as seen on  ”l.p. – luminous pondering”…

Newsweek may have a drastically different list

on the same subject here – but they’re missing out

on three of the most crucial ones,

found right here

and only here

on TLB Prime.


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Dream Finale…?

It’s the final game of the season…   April the 11th, 2015…

The captain of the team, Zdeno Chara, is playing on, even though he’s hurting all over (…)

The team has under-performed throughout the season, dating back to last year’s playoffs even, plagued by all sorts of injuries, too. But they battle on, even as they teeter on the edge of the abyss: and an abysmal non-playoff qualifying year appears to be more than a very plausible end to it all, at this time…

They learn that their rivals for those last two playoff berths are doing well: better than they presently are. And to think that, a mere few days prior, they sat comfortably atop both of them in the standings, having all but clinched that first ”wild card” spot already…

But that is the thing: it was all but officially clinched.  Ottawa made a push, so improbable and so impressive though it was, that they leapt ahead and past the Bruins, and they overtook that spot, relegating our B’s to the situation they were in then: to fight until the last puck drop for the very last berth, the second wild card.

The fight was on: and it was with old rivals Pittsburgh Penguins that it would take place.  The final game of the season would decide it all: the luck of the draw had the Pens play the lowly Sabres in Buffalo – an easy task if there ever was one.

Meanwhile, the Boston Bruins, the best team in the East just one year prior -the certifiable Beast of the East- had to match up with newly-confirmed juggernaut Tampa Bay. The Bruins had won 2 out of 3 games against the Lightning; however, the Lightning had also been coming on strong towards the end of the season, which was good in and by itself for it was all done in their attempt to disallow the atrocity of seeing the Montreal Canadiens finish atop the division – which is an abomination sans nom right there! The Lightning hates the Canadiens even more than the Bruins do, this season: for the simple reason that the Hateful Habs halted their playoff push so very prematurely last year, too, when the Lightning’s top goalie was out with an injury himself… The Habs had swept the Lightning, i fact: ever since, much like the Boston Bruins of 2008-2009, the Lightning was merciless towards the Canadiens, not giving them an inch and having won every single game against them afterwards. That non-meritorious sweep was to be avenged – and it would be, just the Bruins had done to the Canadiens in 2009, the Habs’ centennial, sweeping them in four straight in the first round – so the Lightning would do to the Habs in 2015, in the second round.

But back to THAT GAME… Bruins vs Lightning, with the Bostonians’ dreams of playing for the cup again on the line…

The Boston Bruins did not hold their fate in their own hands – and they knew it very well. They were dependent upon the Sabres -of all teams- to make it into the playoffs. In order for them to squeeze in, the Buffalo Sabres (a lowly team, bottom-of-the-standings dwellers, comprising several former Habs such as Gionta and Gorges) had to find a way to defeat the Penguins simultaneously while the Bruins did their part by defeating the Lightning. What did the Sabres do? They didn’t hold their end of this. They dropped the ball – or the puck, in their own net. They lost to the Pens, who were, themselves, playing for their playoffs lives, let’s not forget that!

Learning of this as they still played in Tampa – trailing the Lightning by one goal, on top of that – what did the Boston Bruins do?

They dig deep into their resources and tied the game nonetheless.

The game went into overtime… and then a shootout. They lost the game only then – on one shot, one lucky bounce, during a shootout; as it had happened too many times during the course of this season to forget as it is… Once again, Zdeno Chara, Patrice Bergeron, Brad Marchand, Loui Eriksson, David Krejci (even at 50%…) – they all gave it their all, to the very last…

Even if the season was already over.

Those are the Boston Bruins. Those are the true champions I know and have known since the days of Rick Middleton… Cam Neely… Dave Reid… Randy Burridge… Steve Kasper… Craig Janney… Bob Joyce… Vladimir Ruzicka… Bobby Orr and Ray Bourque, of course!

The dream ended valiantly, this year – as it does every year: win or lose, they fight until the end.

It was just that much obvious in defeat, this time around, than it was, say, in 2011 when the cup was won – at last… Or in 2013, when the cup was stolen from us, by a mini-Chicago blitz in game 6…

Boston will be back.
The Bruins will rise again.
The dream continues…

An important reminder – for there is need for this… Indubitably! 

It is exactly as they say, folks: like punctuation, every single chosen word has its importance… The order in which they appear in a sentence; the intonation, if they are spoken… But the punctuation is even more primordial, if it is to be all in written indeed…

You have heard this one before, haven’t you:

An English professor wrote the words, “Woman without her man is nothing” on the blackboard and directed his students to punctuate it correctly.

The men wrote: “Woman, without her man, is nothing.”

The women wrote: “Woman: Without her, man is nothing.”

Genders have something to say about it, too, evidently…

But that is not the point right now…!

For, generally-speaking, the persuasion is intuitive and the proper punctuation is applied, without much dwelling upon it, by anyone really – in the above example, whether it is urban legend or not, guys and gals applied it very much on instinct, that gut-feeling that makes you lean towards one way rather than another…  In most cases, throughout the blogsphere and social media as well as in everyday life, that ”gut-feeling” reigns supreme – maybe too much so. Alas, it somehow leans the way of ”less is more” -perhaps because no one ever has enough time to lend to these things, deemed to be”insignificant details” by most- with disastrous results…

Another example is necessary here, just to painfully drive this point all the way across…

How about this…

A sign by the road, holding up against a fence, reads ” NO TRESPASSING VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED” – it makes you rightly feel in your right to march on, then… no? There’s nothing to fear! Alas, no… The all-important period was missing there: after ”trespassing” of course… (Heck, go with the exclamation mark!)

More examples where that came from – here, here and here.

Punctuation must not be forgotten, folks – remember it or be condemned to be misread every single time out!  A message from your friendly blogsophere neighbor… Luminous Luciano!

(I’m equally passionate about the suspension points…)


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Today Is Water Day

And what have ye DONE…?
But never mind that right now…
In this day and chaotic age
in which we see the most unstable weather patterns
wreaking havoc with our daily lives
in all manners aquatic
(just a quick glance at this video footage,
barely a few months-old,
from Foz De Douro, Porto in sea-loving Portugal
or, better for more telling yet,
the video from four years ago
from Madeira, Portugal (again)…)
It is very cruelly ironic
(if not exactly aquamusing)
to see in what sorry state
our overall access to
água potável 
(drinking water)
has gotten to be
– this while floods, storms
and other aquapocalypses 
are taking place left and right.
And yet, while all this is happening,
and people are drowning in droves,
so many don’t even have
a single thirst-quenching drop to drink…
Is there any crueler irony?
But it doesn’t have to be this way! 
And here is why it doesn’t:
no, it is not thanks to Spongebob Squarepants,
Aquaman and the Aquabats!
No, it isn’t thanks to
the Marines, the Navy or
Corporate America…!
And it certainly isn’t thanks to
your friendly city’s infrastructures
or AquaFina either!
It is thanks to organizations such as
and clever, awareness-raising ads
(taken out on high-profile sites
and magazines alike, such as Time)
like this one right here:
Bravo,, for doing all that you do!
And for those who are still more hooked on wine,
those who can whine in French, too,
check this back issue out:
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It was between this one and le Louvre on that slightly cloudy day in Paris: and, quite frankly, I am glad Musée d’Orsay won out in the end! (Don’t ask why – or how!) There was a queue (it cannot be avoided) but once we got in, all the wonders awaiting us amply made up for any pent-up feeling of frustration! (We had spent quality time outside, waiting in line, at any rate: there are musicians there, selling their CDs! So… ah… no, we didn’t exactly buy any CDs this time – burnt as we have been by our supporting Cuban and Dominican musicians with extremely low-quality music production values, as far as the actual CD quality goes…! On est qui, au juste, nous: le mécénat ambulant alors?!? Il y a bien des limites à tout, Sacrebleu! Such music is best enjoyed LIVE – so we gave them some euros, on the spot!  Voilà! They can be traced, I am sure, via this service right here… They’ll be around the museum when YOU drop by, too; I am sure! As for me, I see far more interesting things outside the museum than merely that...!)

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The permanent expositions on Gauguin and Van Gogh (among many other artists; we would be remiss if we did not mention the names of Georges Rochegrosse and Edgar Degas – but there are so many here and they are only some of the many tips of the iceberg here!) are well-worth the price of admission here – evidently.  Thematic expositions complement the visit, but to see those, on top of the permanent expo, you will have to fork over extra euros – of course!  It is just too bad that we cannot take pictures of all the fine sculptures and paintings, so many treasures that belong to the PEOPLE, really; however, we bought the book ”LE MUSÉE D’ORSAY À 360 DEGRÉS” which is, practically, the entire museum’s catalogue in just about as many pages.  For an additional 25 euros (again on top of the price of admission, of course; which is as low as 9 euros for the main attractions, excluding that temporary exposition there) it is a good investment, je suppose…!  For it is like taking the entire museum with you; and having taken all the pictures you wanted, in optimal conditions too!  Each time you peruse the book, you are THERE – once more! Pardi…! And… that book makes for a great keepsake, surely!

Although pictures were formally forbidden, we managed to take a few snapshots – needless to mention!  We and a hundred other visitors…!  Those shots are to be found elsewhere on the blogosphere; but here is a sample…

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Originally seen on TLB Prime, unedited…

Then again on my Luminous Writings portfolio…

The Historian in me is alive and well – even though he never agreed to sign up with the System and repeat, ad nauseam, the inculcated, accepted so-called facts to a disinterested audience. I will, however, do some rehashing of those facts – on occasion, in my own way, with verve. And whenever I do such a thing, the truth will come out.

There is a monument in the shape of a cross
that stands a mere few feet away from the church where I was baptized, lo, not all that long ago… 
L’église St-Martin.

 The cross stands very tall – about 12 feet tall – on the grass that belongs to a school actually; a school I never attended, somehow – l’École Leblanc. I remember my father showing me this monument, stopping there to make some pictures of the little man I was back then, in the 70s, one summertime walk… The monument has been there since 1941 – which is the year another dear relative of mine was born… They commemorated, with this monument,the 400th anniversary of the arrival of one Jacques Cartier in the area, in 1541 thus. The plaque that states all that took another 50 years to find its way there though, having been installed only in 1991 by a government anxious to complete unfinished works left scattered all about the province of Quebec by its predecessors who’d briefly gained the power reins…

Jacques Cartier’s third voyage of 1541 has been summed up with three words:

“failure, suspension & retirement.”

Aside from Cartier, the monument has much greater significance for me, personally,

and this in several ways too, as can be evident already.

There are the childhood memories, of course, first and foremost.

The 1970s were golden years to me, for so many good reasons.

I also remember 1991 very well –

two out of those three words that qualified Cartier’s final voyage

would equally apply for that year as well,

as far as a certain other person of my entourage was concerned back then…

Well, at some point anyway, it seemed to be that way.

However, appearances are always so deceiving – and so it was, there too…
But I digress – and verse nostalgic by the same token there.

Let us rather focus on the monument once more -it is a huge white, immaculate cross,with a crest embedded in its center and the years 1541 and 1941 blazoned across said crest…
It looks very stylish, very elegant and has not changed one iota in all these years…
On the plaque, there is an enchanting hymn that always captivated my imagination, for as long as I can remember – and I would only find out why as an adult, of course.
It is highly interesting, also, that a web search unearthed many different lyrics and versions of the hymn in question – which is titled Vexilla Regis
Artiste: Noctes
Chanson: Vexilla Regis Prodeunt Inferni

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side
On dragon wings I fly. Behold-the etheral shades of night

Pletoric formations of dark dancing past the aeons of the eleusinian vast
Within a dream, my honour to last, to sprout throughout my blood
to strengthen my heart.
The heaven torns apart as twillight shreds and thunder.
With a vampire breath I whirl the frost, to storm within my kingdom to come
Dead winter enthrones.

Vexilla regis produent inferni
As a phantom of night I ride, by thy side

The Archangels revocation of the dead
The apocalyptic revelation
The arrival of plague and death.
The Armageddon revolution-to come

Astral sparks of fire, descending to ablaze
The landscapes drained by sulphur rain
from the canopy licked by flames
Shadows walks the earth, to ravish life and glee
To walk the fields of reverie, sowing dark in dreams to be

Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy I reclaim.
As a fallen god, with the lunar legions by my side
On dragon wings I fly. Behold-the etheral shades of night

Clamant-the silence-as blood to my ears
The battlescreams echoes has vanished, faded into the past

The black sun is falling into the abyss
with the lakes of dark blood to merge
The sky is aflame, when I ride through the night
as a phantom through fire I fly
Armageddon…The final redemption of wrath

Dies Irae…


Despite the gusto and allure of the preceding, the original latin and French version that is quoted on the plaque is much more one of DEVOTION than one so… Apocalyptic! Although I like apocalyptic – aye, I do! Almost as much as I like nostalgic, romantic, antique and antics…
But I’ve just digressed once again right there, I do believe…
The following is, hence, the Latin & French *classic* version:
(Not all the latin is translated though – if anyone can help with that, feel free to do so!)
It is to be found in its entirety here:

VEXILLA Regis prodeunt ; – Les étendards du Roi s’avancent
fulget Crucis mysterium, – La Croix rayonne en son mystère.
quo carne carnis conditor – En croix, la Vie subit la mort,
suspensus est patibulo.1 – Et par sa mort eut fruit de vie.

Confixa clavis viscera
tendens manus, vestigia,
redemptionis gratia
hic immolata est hostia.

Quo vulneratus insuper – Toi qui reçus le coup de lance
mucrone diro lanceae, – Au fer brutal, pour nous laver
ut nos lavaret crimine,2 – De la souillure du péché,
manavit unda et sanguine. – Tu ruisselas d’eau et de sang.

Impleta sunt quae concinit – C’est accompli ce qu’a chanté
David fideli carmine, – David en des vers prophétiques.
dicendo nationibus : – Il proclamait : « Sur les nations,
regnavit a ligno Deus. – C’est par le bois que règne Dieu. »

Arbor decora et fulgida, – Arbre splendide, éblouissant,
ornata Regis purpura, – Orné de la pourpre royale,
electa digno stipite – Tronc choisi qui fus jugé digne
tam sancta membra tangere. – De toucher des membres si saints.

Beata, cuius brachiis – Bienheureux Arbre dont les bras
pretium pependit saeculi : – Ont porté la rançon du monde !
statera facta corporis, – Tu pesas le poids de ce corps,
praedam tulitque tartari. 3 – Et l’Enfer dut lâcher sa proie.

Fundis aroma cortice, –
vincis sapore nectare,
iucunda fructu fertili
plaudis triumpho nobili.

Salve, ara, salve, victima,
de passionis gloria,
qua vita mortem pertulit
et morte vitam reddidit.

O Crux ave, spes unica, – Salut, ô Croix, seule espérance !
hoc Passionis tempore ! * – Procure, au temps de la Passion,
piis adauge gratiam, – Grâce abondante aux cœurs fidèles,
reisque dele crimina. – Et rémission aux cœurs coupables.

Te, fons salutis Trinitas, – Trinité, source de salut,
collaudet omnis spiritus : – Les vivants chantent Vos louanges,
quos per Crucis mysterium – Victorieux par Votre Croix,
salvas, fove per saecula. – Ils recevront la récompense. Amen !

A tale of Praise and Worship – reeking of a theme that is dear to me also, now, that of Redemption and that precious Reward that is Promised…!


On this link, you can listen to the hymn (or cantique) too -I highly recommend it, evidently.
Oh, and as for Cartier and his failed voyage…
The historian in me would be remiss if he did not add the following…
In Spring of 1542, Cartier abandoned Charlesbourg-Royal and set out for France with a supply of what he believed gold and diamonds gathered from the shores of the St. Lawrence River.
Back in France, the King was ecstatic over the cache of ‘gold and diamonds’ Cartier had brought with him from the New World. However, the gold turned out to be worthless iron pyrite – fool’s gold. The diamonds were nothing but quartz. Canada, apparently, offered nothing which would compensate for the money spent to finance the voyages.

French exploration in the New World would subsequently be suspended.

No more commissions were ever granted to Jacques Cartier.

He retired to his birthplace, St. Malo, where he died in 1557.

My father’s health really started deteriorating in 1992.
By September of 1993, he was forced into early retirement because of his failing health.
His plans to retire to his birthplace were ruined by all this.
He would live about the same amount of time afterwards, only not in his birthplace and in relative good health, like Cartier, the bringer of fool’s gold, would get to enjoy…

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Going To Boston… Boston… Boston, Massachusetts…
Ohh, I’m going to Boston…
Oh yeah baby – I’m telling you like it is; I’m going to Boston!
The City of Champions – yeah baby!

(Singing this to the rhythms of Paul Simon’s old tune about some other place that he visited – wherever that was…! Oh yeah: I’ll be singing these lyrics I spontaneously cooked up on my way to… BOSTON!)


And I will be going there a mere few weeks after I went to… CUBA!


Is it to antagonize Americans in general, that I get to go where they cannot go, due to their own embargo and associated imbroglios…? (As for the latter, sing it to the tune of Guantanamera like I do…! But that’s another story – back to our questioning here!)


Is it to partake of the ambiance that permeates the entire Boston area, ever since they defeated seven annoying adversaries in roughly a decade (give or take 12 months) and were therefore crowned seven times in that short span, effectively becoming the city of champions, hoping some of that will rub off on me and extend my very own lucky streak (hopefully make it reach ever higher, greater heights too!) and consecrate me as a champion, too?


Or is it simply to bask in the merriment of March Break *and* upcoming St-Patrick’s Day festivities in a city that truly appreciates the Green… The Red… The Silver… And the Black and the Gold! But we’re getting sidetracked here, now…!


Let’s say that it is, quite simply, all of the above!


(After all, I am a history buff -formally trained in the field too but, alas, with the least interesting subject there was- and I may just be in the midst of a Revolutionary Tour -instead of, say, an umpteenth Luminous Tour?- so certainly Cuba and America had to be the first two stops there! In that order. Just to antagonize Americana – indeed! After all, the latter’s revolution was done and over with by the late 1780s while, in Cuba, it’s 53 years of Revoluciòn – and counting! They had to be first. Next stop: I think I’ll simply go back to Bulgaria then…? But let’s leave all that revolutionary talk at that, for now…)


And let’s just explore the luminous city of… Boston!








Truth be told, we didn’t have time to truly roam all the historical sites, streets, nooks and crannies of the great city of BOSTON – but we saw enough and we WILL RETURN…! And, next time, we’ll shoot for certain true blue Bostonian standards as far as the choice of our lodgings are concerned – not that we were poorly set up at all, mind you, but then again we were not in Boston per say: we were in one of its suburbs’ hotels!


On our way there, though, we know what to expect now for we had to go through the harshest territories there are or that there could possibly be (you know the drill: New Hampshire, Maine… Vermont! Brrrrr – it’s so damn cold there! But then again – we were coming from the darndest, grimiest cold town there is: murky Montréal – yerck!) and we had the fortune of stopping by The Eastside Restaurant & Pub – if we had not, we would have surely died!


And to think that the American customs guy sent us, originally, to Hoagie’s! It was a chance encounter at the gas station that made us discover The Eastside, guiding us there! You can eat as unhealthily as cops and other boogers do, customs guy – but we sure won’t!


The Eastside is described as a fine establishment and its slogan sums up its attributes well; it reads like this – “fine family dining on the water.” The menu does have lots of seafood on it – but not exclusively that, fear not! Fine dining on or by the water is just fine with me though: I love the water! And, so it is here, by the sea, with an atmosphere of nautical paradise complete with washrooms for mates and mermaids that most certainly can be more convincing once it is summertime again! We gotta drop by once more – the very next time that we’ll be going to BOSTON!




Boa E Mau Sorte

As seen on one of my myriad other blogs, on that other cyber-palace… ”luminous manifesto, January, 2009” – added here with enhancements, in the ongoing plan to turn this blog into a vast compendium of my most insightful, intriguing and… luminous written material!  

Expect the unexpected!

In the venerable Portuguese language, “sorte” is the word designating luck – not the opposite. In the venerable Italian language, the word is “fortuna” – delineating at the same time some sort of riches accumulated, even if in the intangible, when one is “lucky” in this world. Whether one wishes thee “boa sorte” or “buon fortuna” it is certain that they are wishing you the best of luck in your overall endeavours. So that, as the French, now, would say, you might “améliorer votre sort” which means “better your fate” – hence, the words “luck” and “fate” are linked in more ways than one. However, since we are now dabbling in French, there should be made a mention at this time of the expression “mauvais sort” – which designates something else entirely… and leads us to the heart of the matter here.  Indeed, “le mauvais sort” is equivalent to the evil eye, more than anything else. It is evidently the absolute opposite of the Portuguese “sorte” and would be hard-pressed to bring anyone “buon fortuna” either…

With all that linguistic knowledge, now, you may appreciate as I did the following, observed online on these early days of 2009…

“Victimes de leur propre sort” – an article about rich and famous people…

Now, if one truly masters the French language, one has to be a tiny wee bit puzzled by this sentence/title… Because, logically, you can be the MASTER of your fate (as in the expression “maîtres de leur propre sort” or ‘de leur destinée’ for example) or you can be the victim of fate itself when things go awry, awfully awry – but to be the victim of your own fate implies the impossible; self-inflicted evil eye? Someone who should NEVER look in the mirror, thus… Think about it and look at it this way: one’s worst enemy would be… oneself? How utterly fascinating and true – most times, but not all the time, no… For, here, there is but one or two cases in which self-sabotage can truly be invoked.

The list of people who would have been so misguided as to cause their own misfortune includes first and foremost one Jocelyne Wildenstein (aka “the catwoman” of plastic surgery and high society alike) but also a large number of artists and thespians: Hunter Tylo, Tori Spelling, Mickey Rourke, Cher, Michael Jackson of course, even Beyoncé herself – to whom we must add the name of a former top model (Kate Moss) and that of a fashionista: Donatella Versace. Each and every one of these has, indeed, ‘done it to themselves’ pretty much – but can they be blamed for that?

The French language does have its own brand of sarcasm, evidently – and, here, “victimes de leur propre sort” implies that all these individuals have become victimized by their very own fault as much as their status of being rich, immensely wealthy even, truly famous and, thus, privileged enough to be able to afford 1001 unnecessary surgeries, for example… I might be exagerrating, evidently, but M.J. and that catwoman, alone, have raised the average considerably – but that is not the point right now.

The point is this: for these cases, and quite a few more just like them, to always be repertoriated among the gainfully overrated and adulated of this world, is evidence enough that it is absolutely true that they become the victims of their own set of privileges. Those few individual members of the elite have, indeed, self-destructed in a rampant display of many types of self-absorbed abuses. The same sad results are obtained in every other strata of society, though – much less publicized and much less spectacular or obvious, but still every bit as perplexing, if not exactly as avoidable as these could have been… However, could it be that someone else’s influence could have played a factor here, too? It could be true, for at least a few of the cases here and, to a greater degree, for many others, much lesser known ones.

It is undeniable that so many do it to themselves indeed: but many are pushed that way, also, by seen, obvious influences as much as by unseen, really not-so evident ones. And no – I am not talking about any pathetic examples of devastating drug use, self-mutilation, mere peer pressure or other mundane abominations of our modern world – no, I do not mean any of those here – not this time.

The worst of the worst of these things can be observed only by the most aware pair of eyes; and only those eyes can see, spot these one-in-a-million cases and tell them apart from all the other self-inflicted  victims of their very own twisted fate or “victimes de leur propre sort” cases…

For not everyone is their own worst enemy – some become it when goaded into that by others; and that is not peer pressure, that is being manipulated in the most machiavellian way – such a way that leads to one’s self-destruction (or self-derision) all for the amusement of the other, whom one could have considered a friend, at first. And then there are the most insidious cases of all, those unlucky individuals who see their appearance transform itself over the years, without any apparent reason, rhyme or reason. Transformations that stun as much as Rourke’s bloatedness (be it Mickey’s or Heather O’Rourke’s – we’ll differenciate in a second) and Jocelyne’s turn for the worst (Wildenstein getting so “wilde” that immediate comparisons to Frankenstein were inevitable – at pretty much any public appearance that she’s been making ever since, poor her.)

These sort of transformations, supposedly “all natural” or voluntarily orchestrated in the most artificial and plastic way, are anything but simply that, in either possible case, sometimes…

The little girl from Poltergeist, Heather O’Rourke, became so bloated going into her teens she looked like a little old lady rather than a typical teenager. That was not natural nor normal. That was not her will or due to her own doing, either. Many theories about it have circulated, reinforced by the fact that she died shortly thereafter. She got misdiagnosed and mistreated by a team of doctors, as it so often happens, her condition worsened and she was overworked when what she really needed was to be prescribed some rest…? That is quite possible. Or, as the other popular theory has it, the ghosts had taken a likeness to the movies’ storyline and enacted it in real life, with the movie’s main protagonist herself… Now, is that possible?

Yes, it is possible too.

Why is it possible – and how?

Because – the world of the invisible is so vast, much more so than the tangible, physical, material world.

The spiritual world is everywhere – if you accept the fact that life energy does not evaporate when physical death occurs; because no energy simply dissipates – that is proven.

You have no idea how vast it is – and what horrors it contains.

For a “monster” in our world is someone who committed horrible acts, usually – yet he or she remains basically coated up in a human shell, not a horribly disfigured shell at all. Woe to those who dub “monsters” those who have become disfigured physically due to some accident or crippling illness. The true monsters are wolves in sheep’s clothing; never just forget that overnight nor feign to have forgotten it.

Monsters such as Jeffrey Dahmer and Andrei Chikatilo, for example, remained physically pleasant to the eye, despite the accumulation of heinous acts that they had perpetrated. Dahmer is a telling example indeed. If you didn’t know what he’d done, you would like him best over any number of genuine good guys who happened to lack the charm, the dash, the suave quality that Dahmer could be deemed to have in spades.

And yet his soul was and is the most horrible creature that anyone could behold – if you could see into the spiritual world, that is…

Can I see into the spiritual world, you ask? Not that I’m aware of, no…

But I have imagination – and as Einstein said it, it is greater than knowledge.

I also have knowledge though: the knowledge that there is a spiritual world. The knowledge that death is not the end. The knowledge that the other side is greatly affecting our side of reality each and every day of our lives. The knowledge that, sometimes, we do behold tiny bits of glimpses from that other side, we do see what is beyond – we simply do not know what we are seeing…

And luck has nothing to do with that.

Boa sorte!

Sempre Por O Melhor +++

Ah – it is ”levée” de soleil, er, guy… gars… whatever! And, next up, that really is ”Spiritus” guys – not ”Spritus”

It came to my attention that, in my state of ubiquitous luminescence across the world wide web, I have garnered a multi-faceted aura that mirrors quite faithfully both my multi-sided personality as also my amazing ability to indulge in multi-tasking! 😉
That is all well, fine and dandy with me – since I wanted it that way from the very beginning! Who do you think uploaded all those luminous visualizations of moi in the first place… hmm? Here are just a few of these now…  ENJOY!

As a matter of fact, TLB Prime has, from time to time, showcased some of these pics already…
In the right corner here, a digitalized version of Young Luminous Me…! Or, as I like to call it, Luminoso En Herbe! 😉 Herbal teas now – no pot for me! It is currently subbing for me on MySpace.Com, i.o.w. my Luminous Space on MySpace! Below, we find another allusion to my luminous corporeal form – I like to call that one “Luminous After Dark”! 😉


All ready to fight here, Omega Man-style… and pro-file! Therefore not expecting to be Raptured – at all!  😦




However, as much as it is all out there and,essentially, all over the place (forgive the Dylanism) – I seem to have lost one, at the front!  😦
No battles are waged without casualties, as you well know…
The former profile pic I had put up at one of the fiercest battlegrounds I know (second only to sports-related message boards) was replaced by the one pic at the top left that represents the luminous early years
I give it back to you, here and now, complete with the caption that I added to it, on a day like today; when throwing a fit…! 😉


And then there is always this sketch that may well be my portrait… Then again, it may NOT… By the ever-talented Anonymous Artist…

And yes, to those in doubt, I will confirm that I am the star of my own world – just like you are the shooting one of yours! So shut your yap and admire my luminous logo once more now… *LOL*

Nota Bene: It is strongly suggested and even luminously recommended to play the following song as you peruse the visuals of this post – for a complete luminous experience! Thank You! 😉

persuaders theme

Two more faces of Luminous for you, TLB fans… (*lol*)

Lifeform Used for Masterful Infiltration, Nocturnal Observation and Ultimate Sabotage

Very fascinating choice of words generated by the ”cyborg namedecoder” there (hmm – maybe I am a Terminator-type yet! *lol*)
I am most proud about the immediacy of certain alleged activities there – though purported to be a part of my ”agenda” and totally unfounded claims, I am nonetheless of the opinion that, if assassination should be attempted, it needs to be an immediate, swift action – yes! No beating around the bush with THAT! *LOL*
As for the sabotage – alas, it is self-inflicted most times here… 😦
We are our own worst enemies – don’t you all know that yet?
The Adversary can only succeed in tying us in that department…
But that is yet ANOTHER umpteenth story – yes!
For another blog – and another time!
As for here and NOW…

Aww, let’s provide my luminous fans with yet MORE depictions of their adored, adorable and adoring Luminous Luciano (adoration is a two-way street too!)

May the REAL Luminous Luciano please stand up
– and shine on!



I do not know why WordPress is like this – yet – but I invite you all to simply have a look how much more comprehensive Blogger is towards external sources of HTML (such as the radioblogclub music player widget or either “cyborg” version of me that simply do not show up back there anymore…!)

Because, over there, (most if not exactly) all that HTML produces concrete results; results that will not replicate here, somehow… For whatever reason it is… Just have a look here.