The Way to the Hall of the Eternal,

by J. W. Cassandra

The essay "The Way to the Hall of the Eternal" will be the final piece of my anthology "Unknown Pathway" and the closing chapter of the book. Since the book is still in progress, but this work is already completely finished, I decided not to wait for the publication of the full book: I am presenting it now.

This essay is a train of thought about how we can reach where we aspire to be in the very core of our being. Just as the river is constantly rushing toward the sea, so the human soul reaches for the Eternal, whether consciously or unconsciously. And when it finally arrives, all that matters is that the journey was not in vain.

Everything revealed in the short stories and other writings of the anthology inspires us to embark on this great journey. However, since we mostly only sense the direction, the path itself remains unknown. This moment links this essay back to the title of the anthology. Thus, my present essay is the ultimate destination of the unknown path. We all travel along it in one way or another, and eventually, one day, everyone will arrive there: the Hall of the Eternal.

It is no coincidence that I chose verse 85 of Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali as my motto. His poetry and spirituality are, for me, one of the most beautiful spiritual treasures of humanity, brilliantly combining deep philosophy with feelings arising from the deepest core of the human psyche. His book Gitanjali gave voice to ancient philosophy at the beginning of the 20th century. It is also a precursor to a renewal that goes back to ancient roots and permeates all areas of life. This motto gives the true key to this essay.

I hope you will enjoy this latest writing of mine and that this inner journey will give you meaningful moments. (You can also read the essay in Hungarian using the toggle button on the page).

I wish you a pleasant pastime and deep immersion in the work!

Motto:

"When the warriors came out first from their master's hall, where had they hid their power? Where were their armour and their arms?

They looked poor and helpless, and the arrows were showered upon them on the day they came out from their master's hall.

When the warriors marched back again to their master's hall where did they hide their power?

They had dropped the sword and dropped the bow and the arrow; peace was on their foreheads, and they had left the fruits of their life behind them on the day they marched back again to their master's hall."

Geetanjali, poem 85, by Rabindranath Tagore [1]

If you wish to know the reality they conceal, observe what they never speak of. Never. Not by a single word, a look, a facial expression – nothing hints at its existence. Discover what the ABSENCE behind all manifestations, behind words, is.

That alone is reality!

It may be pain, mental suffering, shame, a taboo – anything.

How can you discover it? In each case, in a unique way. Perhaps a chance encounter indicates the absence. Or the non-existence of certain photographs. Where they would be entirely appropriate.

Or it is discovered by a tide of words, lest you see it. Words that function as a compass, yet mislead you.

Silence never leads you astray.

Only observe it! Begin with your own silence! What is it like? Is it uncomfortable? Do you feel uneasy in it? Or on the contrary: does your mind, like a serene lake, reflect everything? Is it like a comfortable coat that warms, protects, and covers you? Is it tight like a shrunken garment?

And when do you feel that you exist within it in a certain way? When you retreat into your divine solitude? When it envelops you amidst the clamour of loud, rushing, superficial people?

Once you know your own silence, then observe that of others, as well! Sooner or later, you will sense the silence of others. And you will perceive the way they perceive themselves and the outside world within it. And then you can begin to uncover the ABSENCE. For it hides in the deepest depths of silence to protect itself.

If you listen with a discerning ear, the silence of others will speak and reveal its secrets. To you. To no one else. Through a silent word that is still louder than the loudest scream.

And this ABSENCE will reveal truth more accurately than anything else. Unveiled.

Later on, at the very first glance, you will hear the voice of silence, and you will know and feel the absence. Even when facing complete strangers. Later still, you will be reached from a distance by the ABSENCE—and thus by the reality—of the person who merely crosses your mind.

The ABSENCE then accumulates, becoming that of all humanity. If you feel and know these truths, always approach reality with responsibility! Never abuse it in any way! Instead, use this knowledge to help where possible! Or remain silent and let the ABSENCE do its work! Hence, a kind of perfection and completeness can be created. If you bear the right attitude toward Silence and ABSENCE...

By the time you reach this state, you will live through endless aeons of silence, just as you will experience infinite ABSENCE; this renders you capable of attaining perfection and completeness through the qualities of Silence and ABSENCE. To enter the Hall of the Eternal.

Written: 06 / 06. 2025, by J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 12 / 05. 2026, by J. W. Cassandra

[1] The poem serving as the motto for this essay was translated into English from the original Bengali by Rabindranath Tagore himself (Song Offerings, 1912). The introduction to the English volume was written by the famous Irish poet William Butler Yeats. The Hungarian version of the motto was translated from the English source text by J. W. Cassandra.

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