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Why I Walked Out On Eckhart Tolle

Picture this: the majestic Royal Festival Hall is packed with inquisitive faces, all eagerly gazing towards the stage. There’s a disproportionate number of people with dangly earrings, floaty cardigans and tie dye canvas bags. I am one of them. A lady walks onto the stage, simply furnished with a small tatty rug, a floral bouquet and an

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