Cre8pc Launches New Website, Akesana

I once stood on a cliff, staring at the view below. I was really upset about something. While I stood there, I realized that down below, hundreds of people were doing things. I didn’t know what they were doing. They didn’t know I was standing on the cliff watching them. I got to thinking that somewhere else, somebody was probably staring out a window looking at some of the things I was gazing at. We couldn’t see each other, but we were both there.

Everyone is painting the world at the same time. We not only don’t know who is inside the picture, we sometimes don’t consider the possibility that there is even a picture at all - that we’re making everything happen. It’s not something that happens to us. We are participants weaving the world.

I’ve been working quietly on Akesana for around nine months. Before I put my ideas down on physical paper, I had visualized a place on the web that might do something different.

I wrote this at Akesana:

World weaving requires an open mind and the capacity to love. I’m not just talking about selective open minds. I don’t mean regulated, conditional love. To understand Akesana is to walk into a world where social conversations birth exploration and the energy is creative, curious, and welcoming.

You may be surprised to find string theory, art and web site design - all in one site. You may find conservative views, open minds, anger, and an intense desire by some to connect, create and DO SOMETHING because they feel something is different.

Akesana is targeted to thinking, feeling people who won’t judge what they don’t understand. It’s for those who are willing to listen to each other free of hatred, judgment, resentment and discrimination. New writers are signing up. Some more pieces have to come into to play that are still in development. It’s not a deadline oriented project. It’s something that some people feel drawn to. It won’t be for everybody and it’s not supposed to.

I’m thinking that we have this living canvas and everyone has a paint brush. Some people will pick it up and add a layer of themselves, in their own unique way. No one is directing our creation. For some of us, we may have decided we don’t want the canvas directing us.

What could it look and feel like when everyone stops for a moment to gaze out over the cliff?

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