place in the right setting..... sitting on a park bench

Runstrails,runstrails wrote:This is a great clip. Its also part of an interview (spread across a series of eleven 10 minute clips) that you can download from the site that Ashley links to above. Eckhart starts the interview in the park and then it continues into (what looks like) his house. The natural settings work really well to enhance the message. Eckhart also looks younger and so it might be some of his earlier work. I'm on clip 8 right now and its terrific so far! Highly recommended series. Thanks, Ashley.
Just click on 12 videos and all the 11 videos of the interview show up. EnjoyEckhart Tolle interview from Living Luminaries.avi
ImePole 12 videos
Here's another interview (different from the Series)...snowheight wrote:pure gem of a find Ash ... like listening to an "early" Beatles album for the first time ... I love the look on the guys face as they zoom in on it as Eckhart has him practice ... you know what he's going through.
Bill,It occurred to me later that another way to look at this is that every thought is an invitation to shift awareness out of no-mind and into that thought, and then another, and another ... sometimes, when a musing is pleasant, and the state of unconsciousness, is recognized, emerging is like getting up from a warm bed on a cold day or coming out of a lake when you are used to the water and there is a breeze.
Ash,ashley72 wrote:Bill,It occurred to me later that another way to look at this is that every thought is an invitation to shift awareness out of no-mind and into that thought, and then another, and another ... sometimes, when a musing is pleasant, and the state of unconsciousness, is recognized, emerging is like getting up from a warm bed on a cold day or coming out of a lake when you are used to the water and there is a breeze.
I'm reading a spiritual adventure story called Shantaram which is set in Bombay, India and for some reason this passage below - reminded me of the post you wrote above...
....I suddenly realized that if I wanted to stay there, in Bombay, the city I'd already fallen in love with, I had to change. I had to get involved. The city wouldn't let me be a watcher, aloof and apart. If I wanted to stay, I had to expect that she would drag me into the river of her rapture, and her rage. Sooner or later, I knew, I would have to step off the pavement and into the bloody crowd, and put my body on the line.