The following material I wrote three years ago and I had no idea then that I would find myself in exactly same predicament… actually – this time it is much worse. If things won’t change, this broadcast may be my last. I know that what I do is not just my own effort but a great and divinely inspired work by the Universe that is in close connection to my destiny’s role on Earth. If any of you value my broadcasts, and those that are familiar with my work and what I do would like to support Alukotron’s Free Radio and hear more of my broadcasts, please donate any amount that you can afford to preserve and save this lofty cause. You can donate through the CashApp using money tag $AlukotronFreeRadio. All donations, even the smallest ones will be greatly appreciated. Thank you!

"Non Omnis Moriar" - I shall not wholly die. Tempus fugit... Memento Mori. So, what kind of legacy will we leave behind once we no longer among living?

Have you ever looked death straight in the eye? Yes? No? Maybe? I must admit that I sure did - and it happened at least on a couple separate occasions in my life. The first time the image of “lady Death” appeared to me when I was barely 17. I was an active representative of resistance against the Soviet imposed communism regime in Poland. The following story takes us back in time to 1983, two years after the introduction of martial law December 13, 1981, and the proscription of the "Solidarity" movement .

People have a hard enough time figuring out what love is, and then there's unconditional love, which is the highest level of induction into knowledge of love. Over the centuries, mankind has always been interested in finding the perfect recipe for lasting love and lasting relationships between people. What is it? Where to find it? Why?

The following is somehow the continuation of the broadcast entitled My Untold Story aired on Feb. 5th 2014. Although it was covered by the Jersey Journal in their July 11, 2012 edition – this story is the exact instance when I looked death straight in the eye for the second time. Often we ask ourselves lamenting "Why is this happening to me?" But it is not profitable and it is indeed completely pointless asking yourself or the Universe these questions, unless we are really willing to find a true cause of any unfavorable event taking place in our lives. We – as society – are sending people to prisons for their transgressions and crimes, and we call these places “Correctional Facilities”. But these facilities by its original model do not even remotely resemble a place of correction, a place where inmates who were supposed to receive proper counseling and teachings, in order to implement changes and improvements in their crooked behavior.

June 29 of this year will mark 25th Anniversary of Alukotron's immigration to the United States of America from People's Polish Republic. But his celebration is not going to take place in the apartment of 18 years where he lived and created his art for nearly two decades. "I would never imagine - said the artist - that my habitat would be taken away from me and all of my possessions, my entire life achievement (and then some) would be either stolen and/or destroyed by my landlord. Each day I hope this is some kind of a nightmare from which I will eventually wake up, but either I am locked up in some kind of a matrix where this nightmare will never end, or this is simply my real life."

Every human being’s innermost wish is to find acceptance of others – but can we find acceptance of others if we don’t accept others for what they are… as is?

Do we have a right to hold a grudge against one another? Do we really have reasonable grounds to hold grudges against our adversaries?

(This broadcast was aired first time in 2016.) Through gradual isolation, by feeding of our overstated ego and by cultivating of arrogance we have become quite insensitive to the problems of others. We have built so many thick walls around us; we live behind bullet-proof glasses so to speak, hoping that no one will ever hurt us physically and emotionally, reffering to our homes as castles.