Butterfly Magic and the Moody Blues

Forward

March 20, 1999

Dear butterfly:

Please read the following and then the story entitled Butterfly Magic & the Moody Blues. I welcome your response and will share any butterfly stories that you send me.

I am trying to get some affirmation of my butterfly vision. What you can do is forward my material to people you feel may have an interest in this project. These people may be religious scholars, activists, publishers, writers, editors, reporters, talk show hosts, futurists, dreamers, housewives, gardeners, or politicians, or any one of your choosing. You can also send me their E-mail addresses and I will send them some butterfly magic. Let's see what happens. Maybe some of you that have been receiving my mail and haven't responded will take this opportunity now to respond in some way.

When I went to my rabbi about this butterfly vision, he told me to read the Kabbalah. So I went to meet my Dick Lane for lunch before going to the bookstore. I was amazed when he handed me a paper entitled The World of Kabbalah by Rabbi Joseph Gelberman. He had no idea that I was on my way to get a book on Kabbalah. I asked him how he knew and he replied that he had a feeling that I was to have this. After lunch I went to the book store and bought a copy of Kabbalah-The Way of the Jewish Mystic by Perle Epstein. I opened it up to the first chapter entitled The Preparatory Phase: Cultivating Awe. It reads: The Hidden Garden - Study of Kaballah is likened to entering a splendid but dangerous garden. Open the first gate and you find yourself confronted by massive vines and creepers, moving flowers, golden birds, and talking butterflies. Was this just a coincidence? This kind of Synchronicity happens to me almost every day since butterflies blessed my life and began speaking to me. When I went back to my rabbi and told him there was nothing new in the Kabbalah, and that we where already using it's visualization exercises in our program, he said, "Well that just goes to show you there's nothing new under the sun."

I can use some assistance in completing the final phases of this effort. We now have thousands of people involved in various ways and need to consolidate everything, including communications, lists, projects, mailings, committees, volunteers, etc.. This will take time and money. One plan to fund the organizing consists of books, public appearances, memberships, sales of butterfly products, grants, commercial promotions, and small donations.

What we could use right now is some benevolent visionary that also wants to promote world stewardship and peace and could offer assistance in the next few months. This is all about to become a very marketable endeavor with almost all proceeds going to benefit the peace and environmental movements. All we need is a sponsor or grant writer that wants to help get the ball rolling and who has faith in what we can accomplish.

I previously had a very important agent in New York offer to make me rich and famous. He went on to tell me how a particular spiritual guru of his, someone that I and countless others adore, was turned into a millionaire with his help. He told me that my story was the most amazing thing he's ever heard, and that he wanted to be my agent and have me write a book. So what did I tell him? I told him that he didn't understand what this was all about, and that I would go to New York to meet with him and explain what I meant. He turned me off with his money hype. If I ever got the chance, I would have told him that his famous guru become successful by telling her audiences that love makes the world go round, not money and that he had appeared to have the opposite philosophy. Even though we ran into each other several times since, he never had the time for my explanation. I guess he's blinded by success. I'm blinded by the light.

There have been other chances to jump for the money, but each time it seemed that the purity and sacredness of this mission could be compromised. A chance to get on CNN, something that would have surely brought me recognition, was passed up because of a previous commitment with some school children, and I couldn't find it in my heart to let them down. If you want to help, think of connecting us to those who can offer some spiritual, financial, or logistic support. Let's transform a random act of kindness into a random act of beauty.

A very tired butterfly,

Alan Moore

Butterfly Magic and the Moody Blues

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