I selected this book because I hiked the Camino last year and my memories of the experience were recently heightened by some inspirational text messages from friends that I had met along the way. Perusing the photography I had accumulated from the Camino, I sought out a book to read about someone else’s experience. I had vague recollections of the media hoopla about MacLain’s walk, but really no concept of what it had all been about. So, I decided to read this quick little book to find out; and to hopefully spur the wonderful memories that I still harbor from my personal Camino experience.
Certainly, anyone who has walked the Camino will know that, had MacLain really wished to remain incognito, it would not have been a problem. MacLain’s egotistical embellishments of being constantly accosted by hundreds of reporters is likely not even true; and certainly would not have been the case if she had endeavored to utilize even the simplest tactics to remain anonymous. MacLain writes that in every village people began hanging out of windows yelling for her, which is a bit too much to believe. I have to say that it troubles me how MacLaine has taken such liberties with the truth in order to sensationalize this book.
MacLaine populates this book with outlandish dream-like projections that bear forth some Gnostic-like fantasy that she concocts about her past lives. Unfortunately for MacLaine, she misses the most wonderful thing about the Camino, which is the inspiring interactions with other walkers. However, I must say that meeting other walkers on the Camino does seem a lot like meeting people from past lives, because they seem so immediately familiar. They walk up beside you, just as a brother or sister might; and your conversations with them forego inconsequential niceties, instead becoming immediately personal, relevant, and fully conversant. There is no reluctance to touch or hug or dine together. You sleep amidst them in the bunk rooms as you would with family, for family they are, and probably have been, for potentially much longer than any of us may actually realize.
Instead of developing these relationships, MacLaine remains aloof and openly resistant to most others during her walk, never really allowing herself to escape the cage Hollywood has erected around her. Much of her book reads like juvenile concoctions, made-up to mitigate a lack of indigenous experience. Her egotistical mindset repeatedly manifests in her writing, particularly via her constant insistence upon assuring readers that the press is following her every move. And the hate MacLaine exudes towards the press is entirely inconsistent with the life-lessons she purports to be learning. The reality is that use of a hat, sunglasses and scarf, as well as not publicizing her departure, would have been more than enough to keep MacLaine incognito on the Camino. It seems instead that MacLaine likely wanted media attention and that the whole ordeal amounted to little more than a publicity stunt. The result is a book that is largely inaccurate and quite misleading about the true Camino experience.
MacLaine’s experience seems very sterile in comparison to my own. Of even greater disappointment is MacLaine’s launch into a wildly concocted fantasy that reeks of her egoism and her apparently insatiable thirst for publicity. Not the least of these fantasies is her wild account of growing a phallus and having sex with her feminine self; or of being a close confidant to Charlemagne. MacLaine gets so carried away with her fiction that she loses her ability to communicate her actual experiences. To be frank, MacLaine is obviously more inclined toward envisioning herself as some sort of ageless spiritual master than she is in interpreting the experiences confronting her in the here-and-now.
MacLaine certainly did not fall in love with the Camino, and with other Pilgrims, as happened to myself, and those I met on my journey. Instead, MacLaine’s experience is filled with her constant personal problems and her unceasing desire to “just finish”. MacLaine writes: “I didn’t want to waste a minute when I could be walking and accomplishing my goal to finish.” Nevertheless, there are some similarities between my experience and MacLaine’s and so my review here will include the following list of them.
• Ostentatiousness of the Cathedrals - MacLaine remarks: “I saw how the church had attempted to mold its constituency into its societal perspective, sculpting the domain of feelings away from individual spirituality even as it claimed spiritual superiority.” I’m certain the church would declare both MacLaine and me to be heretics; but I think even the many Catholic friends I walked with sensed the primitive ostentatiousness of the church edifices, elaborate hierarchy, costumes, and rituals.
It is not lost upon the thoughtful pilgrim that much of the gold and ornamentation in the many cathedrals came at the expense of the Aztec and Inca, who were slaughtered in the Americas by Spanish conquistadors. Additionally, the myriad of diabolical transgressions exercised by the Catholic Church are not lost upon the contemplative pilgrim: the dehumanization of serfs, persecutions of Jews and Protestants, the sale of indulgences, the wicked Popes, the burnings, the Inquisition, the Crusades, the persecution of scientists like Galileo and others, the holocaust, and the continued, unabashed attempts at world domination. The elaborate cathedrals along the Camino stand in testament of it all. MacLaine writes: “In every village I was awed by the opulent richness of the churches, while the poor people who attended them gave every last penny they had to the collection plate. One priest sold holy candles to the peasants, which they lit, placed on the altar, and prayed over. When they left, the priest put them up for sale again. They had paid for the privilege of praying.”
• Penance v The Call of The Camino - MacLaine’s response to an acquaintance she met along the way who asked her if she was doing penance made me laugh out loud. MacLaine simply replied: “I don’t think so." The idea of penance is contradictory to grace and the message of forgiveness promised by Jesus. Those who walk the Camino as some sort of self-punishment will only find pain and hardship; and will be much less likely to even finish. Even MacLaine utilized car transportation for considerable portions of the route, as did many of the friends I encountered along the way (MacLaine even arrived at the cathedral in Santiago by car!) .
The majority of the people I met along the way were not doing penance but were “called” to the Camino. I know this sounds weird, but the Camino “calls” most of those who walk it and I was no exception. In the first moments that I heard about the Camino I knew that it was something I would do; and many of the people I met along the way were similarly inspired. MacLaine attributes this to experiences in past lives, which seems outlandish; however, certain mysterious, synchronistic, incidents do seem to happen to people walking this route.
MacLaine writes: “There had been an impulse, almost a compulsion, that had guided us to drop our lives, put everything in suspension, and come to Spain, and none of us knew why.” Whether it be energy fields, past lives, or a profusion of Saints pushing people along, the undeniable reality is that those who walk the Camino gain in self-awareness and the memories tend to empower them for long after they’ve exited the Camino.
• Baptism - Ultimately, baptism occurs by acquiescence of the self or, in other words, a willingness to be baptized. This is a willingness to seek a fresh and new start or to walk in a certain way. The symbolism of walking a certain way is not lost in the willingness to walk the Camino – or, as MacLaine puts it: “the willingness to walk toward the 'unknown world'." Ultimately, God baptizes us in time. Jesus demonstrated that the ultimate baptism to come is in death, wherein the transformation will be even more profound, into that of a spiritual being.
In dialogue with her envisioned friends, MacLaine has one of them ask her: “Well, lassie, you baptized yourself into quite an experience, didn’t you eh?” To which she replies: “Yes, It was wonderful.” I’m reluctant to castigate MacLaine for the promenade of invisible friends she conjures along the way. Invisible friends are vital necessities for many in achieving spiritual growth. The proof of their existence hinges upon the spiritual success of those that envision them. It is impossible for a skeptic to deny life successes that accompany those who harbor deep spiritual beliefs.
• Freedom - MacLaine informs that her friend told her that she would learn that: “her body is not a prison.” While I’m not certain whether MacLaine ever learned this or not, I know that a huge part of the Camino experience is about “freedom”, especially for those who choose to do it alone, like MacLaine and me. For those of us who have spent most of our lives dealing with our jobs, spouses, children, possessions and all the other things encasing us within stereotyped lives, the sudden freedom of doing nothing but walking, eating, sleeping, conversing, and being yourself for a month is shear bliss.
I suppose this experience of freedom may be less perceived by the independently wealthy, who already skirt about the world in total freedom anyway. But for those who spend their lives largely serving others (or other things), the Camino is largely about freedom. And for those who have a hard time releasing these things, the Camino tends to wean you from them, removing excess baggage, unnecessary fat, egoism, fear, etc.
• Time – Except for the constant reminder of the sun, one quickly loses the sense of time on the Camino. The particular day of the week rarely occurred to me or even mattered. My focus was entirely upon the journey and the mystical sort of experiences that manifested every day. MacLaine speculates about time, in the sense of dual dimensions existing simultaneously, such that one might switch into those other times and places. While I did not experience the elaborate visions claimed by MacLaine (nor believe them to be true), I will relate a couple of rather mystic incidents that happened to me.
The Enormous Dog – My Camino experience vacillated between periods of close contact with other hikers and periods of solitude. After several days of walking with others, I would often separate for a few days of solitude before rejoining groups of people. It is on one of these days of walking alone that I ventured into a really nice albergue in a very small town and found that I was the only guest. This was the weirdest thing because the albergues were always very full with people and this one had countless bunks and spacious accommodations; and yet, I was the only occupant. It was so weird; but I fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion and, like on most mornings, arose before dawn to begin my hike. I carefully closed up the albergue, as the proprietor had instructed, and deposited the key in his hiding place. It was still very dark, as I began navigating through the small village. A short distance along the way I observed a huge dog lying beside the road. I was immediately seized with fear. This was no ordinary dog and in fact it was easily the size of a lion. It was so huge and shaggy that I was very frightened that it might attack. I have never, ever seen a dog this big and it was lying right beside the path. The dog did not bark or growl and I told myself not to look at it, resisting the temptation to stop my progression along the path. I also resisted the temptation to take a picture of it, as another dog I had encountered earlier along the way had become vicious when I pointed my camera in its direction. I walked slowly and steady along the opposite side of the path, never looking directly at the giant dog and never looking back. Once past the dog, I congratulated myself upon conquering another stage of fear. When I texted my friends about this experience they could never quite grasp how serious I was about it and, in fact, I myself began to joke about the dog as a manifestation of C. S. Lewis’ “Aslan”, from The Chronicles of Narnia, coming by to check on my progress. There was much mystery in that little village, including the feeling of energy that emanated from a little brook that ran through the village, where I soaked my feet; and the overwhelming absence of people. It was like walking into a time warp or through a dream.
Reincarnation – I’m starting to feel a bit like MacLaine in relating these stories but this one is the most bizarre and also occurred during one of my three-day excursions of hiking solo. I was enjoying the afternoon sun alone, in the coolness of the evening, at an albergue with an outdoor patio. There was no one on the patio but me. I was watching the cattle moving down along the road below, fascinated with the transhumance that still occurs in the Spanish countryside. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another person sitting at the table next to me. I was rather shocked because no one had been there before and this person had the distinct features of my late business partner and brother in law that had passed away decades ago. He smiled knowingly, with seeming glimpses of recognition, but had difficulty communicating with me through badly broken English. I was convinced by the half smile that never left his face that he knew me. When I momentarily glanced back down at the transhumance below, he disappeared, just as quickly as he had materialized. For anyone who has deeply contemplated religion, the revelation of the enduring spirit growing within multiple lifetimes provides rational explanation for many questions that loom unanswered in Western orthodoxy
Failure to Return Grace - After completing the Camino, I chose to stay two nights in Santiago and reward myself with the nicest accommodations that I could find. I rented a huge flat with its own kitchen, separate bedroom, comfy sofa and balcony overlooking the scenic street below. As darkness was approaching the second day, I was returning from the cathedral, and just outside my flat I noticed a shadowy hiker on the street, slinking into the nook of a doorway to sleep.
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