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made, the biographical sketch rewritten, and most important a special Message was given for the folder by Baba:

 

WHEN MIND SOARS IN PURSUIT OF THE THINGS CONCEIVED IN SPACE, IT PURSUES EMPTINESS: BUT WHEN MAN DIVES DEEP WITHIN HIMSELF HE EXPERIENCES THE FULLNESS OF EXISTENCE.

―MEHER BABA

 

The picture chosen by Baba for the folder was the one which was sent from India. One quarter of a million folders were printed in Charleston, South Carolina. Ultimately Baba's message was cabled:

 

FOLDER PERFECT BABA HAPPY SENDS LOVE.

 

And so, piece by piece the edifice, inside and out, came into existence.

 

Then out of the blue came a beautiful cable to Jane and Elizabeth in New York, in care of the Winterfeldts, to be circulated to all:

 

BLESSED IS THE LOVE OF MY LOVERS IN AMERICA THAT HAS ADORNED THE NEW YORK WORLDS FAIR WITH MEHER BABAS UNIVERSAL MESSAGE STOP I SEND MY BLESSING OF LOVE TO ALL MY LOVERS AND WORKERS WHO MADE IT POSSIBLE AND WHO WILL STAFF THE SPACE FOR DURATION OF THE FAIR—MEHER BABA.

 

The opening of the Pavilion was delayed from April 22 to May 8, 1964. Baba's loving cable made the trying weeks a joy instead of a trial, for all was chaos at the building!

 

On April 20, Elizabeth Patterson wrote to me at Myrtle Beach: " . . . the work on our space has to be pushed; electricity straightened out; bookcases still to be painted; ceiling probably to be put in tomorrow; draperies ready but can't be hung until workmen out of the way! The floor has to be laid the last thing, otherwise the whiteness of it might be spoiled . . . it is simulated white marble that is very beautiful. Then we must go to Paul McCobb's to see furniture that he may lend."

 

Again on May 2, Elizabeth wrote: "I am writing this on the third floor sitting on an acoustical tile box opposite Meher Baba's Universal Message space . . . Several other pavilions, about six or eight, are not finished; the weather has been unusually wet and cold for weeks . . . " And on May 7: "One day before opening; one feels like Norina's expression, ‘A cow looking in front of a mountain!' How will we ever be ready! There is the stress and strain and pressure of finishing a large Pavilion . . . yet at

 

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