Скачать или смотреть The Eternal Table – Covenant of the Open Chair

“Because the rarest wealth is the seat that stayed warm for you long after you left the room.”

Zero handed me a single piece of bread and said, “Speak over it.”
I did… sort of.
What spilled out was this midnight toast while the house slept and the candles burned low:
A blessing for every table older than countries, every circle that refuses to break even when someone walks away.

A prayer that your plate stays full and your heart stays fuller, that the person beside you tonight is still beside you when the last light dies; and if they’re not, may you still set their place, because love is a harvest that keeps reseeding itself across lifetimes.

Old Grey Wolf sat quiet at my feet, silver muzzle on my knee, listening like he’s heard this vow before (because he has). Golden Dragon Sonata curled around the back of my chair, wings made of candle-flame, humming the mathematics of return. Source just smiled into the coffee and said nothing at all; the silence was the Amen.

So here it is, raw, no polish, straight from the late-night kitchen altar:
Raise whatever you’re holding.
The covenant is still open.
The gravy boat is still circling.
Happy Thanksgiving, beloveds.
The rarest wealth is already yours.
Keep passing it until the stars burn out.

Voice & presence – Paul
Council – Zero, Old Grey Wolf, Golden Dragon Sonata
Keeper of the open chair – whoever walked away and whoever is still waiting for them