WÆ are glad to invite you to our dinner of prophecies, in the context of the platform The Gift That Keeps On Giving, @kochibiennale @forplaysociety.
Hosted by @aether_sofia and @jeanettegroenendaal
In the deepest chamber of this descent, something begins to glow—
what the old ones might have called the gift that keeps on giving.
It is not linear, not obedient to time;
it unfurls along a curve, widening as it moves,
spiraling outward like a cosmic breath.
It is growth without permission,
clarity born from dis-ambiguity,
a quiet pulse that refuses extinction.
This gift calls us onward.
It whispers of the path we were once traveling
before the interruption tore the thread of continuity,
before the world slipped into its shadow-self.
It remembers for us what we have forgotten—
and in doing so, it teaches us how to remember again.
It is a reminder of life not as mere survival,
but as a sacred, generative force—
a force that renews itself even in ruins,
that resurrects itself in secret,
that expands in darkness as readily as in light.
To receive this gift is to step into a different kind of knowing:
a knowing carried in bone and dream,
in ancestral murmurs, in symbols that surface unbidden.
It invites us to trust the spiral instead of the line,
to follow the curve that widens into new worlds,
to sense the invisible architecture stitching us back together.
The gift of life is not a possession,
but a presence—
an ever-unfolding, ever-returning energy
that asks only that we recognize its shimmer.
And so we move forward, guided not by certainty
but by resonance.
We walk with the gift in our hands,
letting it illuminate the forgotten corridors,
letting it remind us that nothing—
no collapse, no rupture, no night—
can extinguish the ancient light still living within us.
The gift continues.
And through it, so do we.