One Week Out of Time with the Butterfly Man
by Rose Liberte

Note

This is the story of a New York native from Queens who made good, returning to New York City creating butterfly events At the UN Earth Summit+5 and receiving awards, honors and recognition on his old home turf. Alan Moore, The Butterfly Man Worked at Cornell Medical Center, later moved to Pennsylvania and finally returned to New York to perform at St. John the Divine Cathedral with Paul Winter, creating Butterfly gardens and butterfly releases, helping with the Garden Walk Festival. Nationally renown, Alan Moore now resides in Berkeley, California where he orchestrates myriad activities daily for the promotion, preservation and Mass awareness of butterflies as a species, and as the spirit of World Peace, Global Transformation and the thoughtform for the New Millenium.

Prelude

It was the autumn of Her life. She had felt the cool winds blowing all the leaves from the trees, and knew the dying of visions she had dreamed since the beginning of spring and summer. What should she do now? Where should she live? What was her purpose?

She was not a dancer, though her heart leapt and danced to every piece of music, every beautiful wind that stirred She was not a singer, though her heart sang to every melody that flowed through nature and her rivers She was not a scientist though she meticulously studied the rocks, the herbs, the species of the world and Man, the most curious of all species, daily and hourly. She was not an architect, though her dreams would have her building cities of the future, cities of gold, civilizations of world peace Her heart cried out for some divine direction.

"Oh, there must be some divine direction in this universe!" she pondered, grasping at every thread of consciousness that might lead her to some purpose greater than herself. She pondered the words of St. Francis: "For it is in dying that we are born unto eternal life", and recognized that only in dying to one's lesser self, and living only for the greater self of All would she ever find inner peace and contentment.

And she had learned one of the most magical secrets of the universe -- "Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you," and so as never before more urgently, she called out into the vastness of the cosmos for an Answer, for a Sign, for some vision of her destiny and purpose.

In the morning She woke up to a cup of coffee as usual, sorting through the various emails that had collected at her email address, deleting the junk mail, and saving the special documents, poring over the unusual messages from unknown sources. This morning a quite unusual email had appeared "Butterfly Spirit" lighting up her computer screen.

"Now what could this be?" She asked herself, as she studied the message from Butterfly Spirit. It enchanted her at once. A network dedicated to World Peace, Protection of the Biosphere, and Spiritual Awakening. A network devoted to serving humanity, healing the little children with humor and teaching them as witnesses to the transformation of caterpillars into butterflies. A network dedicated to Hospice work, healing the sick and elderly with love and beauty, teaching everyone to become Butterfly Gardeners and spread Butterfly magic through the world. There were no butterflies in the cold wintery snow of Montana though, and she longed to see a Butterfly and have some magical communion with those faerie beings of fluttering beauty.

Who could this person be, bflyspirit7@aol.com who had mysteriously contacted her and spread before her hungry eyes a feast of humanitarian service of love, beauty and light? It was as if in a dream, she read the very desires of her heart translated into form and flesh. Yes, she could help save the planet, she could serve mankind, she could help bring in World Peace! Wasn't that her very mission and purpose for existence? And now the handbook to revolutionary action was placed before her in the most beautiful transcendent package, simple and clear for all to see -- the undeniable truths of the Earth Proclamation and Norie Huddle's invitation to play the Best Game on Earth. The undeniable truths that we were all imaginal cells in the transformation of earth into a Butterfly Planet!

Hadn't she dreamed in 1969 of joining a mass movement that was ascending into the heavens, chanting with respect all the names of God with equal reverence?

Hadn't she dreamed of a simple non-denominational, non-factional way that everyone could unite for the cause of World Peace, since she first met the Peace Pilgrim, that white-haired holy woman in plain blue jeans and T-shirt who marched across the earth speaking simple words of peace resounding from her voice in the purest vibration of peace, echoing out like ripples from a rock of peace thrown into the pond of human consciousness?

Hadn't she always known she would one day meet some special Someone who would have the same visions and dreams that she felt burning deep within her heart, Someone with whom she could hold hands and work side by side with to create beauty and transform the world?

Today, her Vision Quest was answered by a simple email, a "Butterfly Hello."

And so she wrote back to Alan Moore, the "Butterfly Man," the man with a Dream and a Plan. A simple "Johnny Appleseed" revolutionary who was building world peace butterfly by butterfly.

And as the days and hours began to fly by in the growing magnitude of the vision and hope for the world, her love began to blossom for this fellow stranger in a strange land who lived thousands of miles away in San Francisco, while she worked and lived in a little mountain town in Montana.

Finally, with hope swelling and bursting within her, she yearned to see Him and be with Him. It was New Year's Eve 2001. A whole new cycle, a whole new millennium aborning. And all she could think of was how she should be with Him to see in the New Year.

In San Francisco, Alan also felt like She should be with him or he with Her.

She sent an email to him, "If I only had an airplane ticket or credit card I'd be out in SF in a moment !"

He replied by phone: "I was ready to buy a Greyhound ticket to come to Montana by bus, but it's so cold out there!"

He advised her to come to SF as soon as possible. "Pack your bags!" He encouraged. Suddenly all the substance of the world seemed to shift, and nothing seemed more important than for her to be in San Francisco with him as soon as possible for as long as possible!

She knew intuitively that the earliest date she could break away to see him would be January 25th. She didn't know exactly how she picked that date, but it seemed the coast would be clear for suddenly, miraculously going to SF to see him and be with him by January 25th. She had no money and no ticket. Finally Saturday, January 20th she decided she would have to borrow the money. A beautiful friend loaned her the $235 for a Greyhound Ameripass to go.

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