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The Camino: A Journey of the Spirit Paperback – April 1, 2001
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This is the story of a journey. It is the eagerly anticipated and altogether startling culmination of Shirley MacLaine's extraordinary -- and ultimately rewarding -- road through life. The riveting odyssey began with a pair of anonymous handwritten letters imploring Shirley to make a difficult pilgrimage along the Santiago de Compostela Camino in Spain. Throughout history, countless illustrious pilgrims from all over Europe have taken up the trail. It is an ancient -- and allegedly enchanted -- pilgrimage. People from St. Francis of Assisi and Charlemagne to Ferdinand and Isabella to Dante and Chaucer have taken the journey, which comprises a nearly 500-mile trek across highways, mountains and valleys, cities and towns, and fields. Now it would be Shirley's turn.
For Shirley, the Camino was both an intense spiritual and physical challenge. A woman in her sixth decade completing such a grueling trip on foot in thirty days at twenty miles per day was nothing short of remarkable. But even more astounding was the route she took spiritually: back thousands of years, through past lives to the very origin of the universe. Immensely gifted with intelligence, curiosity, warmth, and a profound openness to people and places outside her own experience, Shirley MacLaine is truly an American treasure. And once again, she brings her inimitable qualities of mind and heart to her writing. Balancing and negotiating the revelations inspired by the mysterious energy of the Camino, she endured her exhausting journey to Compostela until it gradually gave way to a far more universal voyage: that of the soul. Through a range of astonishing and liberating visions and revelations, Shirley saw into the meaning of the cosmos, including the secrets of the ancient civilizations of Atlantis and Lemuria, insights into human genesis, the essence of gender and sexuality, and the true path to higher love.
With rich insight, humility, and her trademark grace, Shirley MacLaine gently leads us on a sacred adventure toward an inexpressibly transcendent climax. The Camino promises readers the journey of a thousand lifetimes.
- Print length320 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateApril 1, 2001
- Dimensions5.31 x 0.8 x 8.25 inches
- ISBN-100743400739
- ISBN-13978-0743400732
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Whenever I travel, I prefer to do it light; however, seven pounds of lightness was new to me. Having done the trek herself, my Brazilian friend Anna Strong warned me that each ounce I carried in my backpack would become tons after a few weeks. Sooo...shoes would be essential and must be carefully selected -- just one pair to walk in and one pair to put on at the end of each day. I have always had trouble with extraneous sounds while sleeping. I knew I would be sleeping in shelters (refugios) along the way with many others who snored, coughed, talked, and dreamed out loud. I wondered about my ever-present sound machine. Too heavy, I decided. I couldn't carry the batteries. I opted instead for earplugs, even though I had been told by my homeopath and acupuncturist that earplugs obstructed the meridians to the kidneys. I carried a light sleeping bag, two pairs of socks, two pairs of panties, two T-shirts, a small towel, a small washcloth, one bar of soap, one pair of shorts, one pair of light leggings to shield me from the sun's rays, some homeopathic remedies (for giardiases, nausea, cuts and bruises), Band-Aids, Nu Skin, adhesive tape, a water bottle (there would be fountains of clear water in every village along the way), my passport, several notebooks, a tiny address book, a few credit cards (which I vowed not to use), a little money (which I hoped I would not resort to), one Gortex jacket, one pair of Gortex slacks, one sweater (since I'd be walking in cold as well as hot weather), a sun hat, sunglasses, melatonin for sleep, and my precious Pearlcorder with many small tapes.
I am a Taurus, and therefore a person who accumulates things. I immediately understood this journey would be an examination of what was essential to me. "The road and her energy will provide all you need," Anna told me. "She will tell you what to throw away -- and you will become humble as a result. You will see what a temple your body really is, that it is not a prison, and you will discover your essence." She told me I would find a stick to walk with. It would speak to me as though it would want to help. My feet would derive energy from the ground itself, which is why it is infinitely better to walk than to ride the Camino in a vehicle. I would receive messages from the path as though it was talking to me, until I became the path and all of its history.
I met with others who had taken the pilgrimage. They advised me not to eat too much and to drink lots of water -- at least two liters per day. There would be many good restaurants, but it was best to stay within the energy of the path's intent, which was to be essentially stripped of trappings. I should not be afraid of anything while trekking -- first of all, they told me, the Spanish government protected all pilgrims and had harsh laws against interfering with a pilgrim's progress. I was told it would be better to walk alone, even though I would encounter many people along the way. Everything I carried with me would be a distraction. I should learn to let go. And I should be prepared to die, because to do such a pilgrimage meant I was ready to give up the old values that conflicted my life.
I could honestly say that I had no problem with dying if that was what was meant to be. I had had enough of the state of affairs as I knew them to be. I was ready for a new understanding to propel me forward for the rest of my life.
In preparing for my walk, I decided to rehearse with my backpack.
I packed all the items and one day decided to walk the hills of Calabasas in California as a precursor. That is exactly what happened. I felt "precursed" with what I experienced.
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It was a trail I had often taken. As I parked my car at the entrance, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a Latino man, scruffy, no shoes, and slightly wild-eyed, in the trees near the trail.
I ignored him, locked my car, strapped on my backpack, and began my hike. I fingered my Swiss Army knife and made a mental note that I was safe with it. I also noted that I would try to make it way up the trail to a bench where I knew I could remove my backpack and rest.
Thus began my contemplation on how goal-oriented I was. A goal was so important to me that sometimes the reaching of it justified the means by which I accomplished it. I walked for miles thinking about reaching that bench. Then I walked even further. The backpack was heavy and the hike was becoming a struggle. I stopped and put some Emergency C into my water bottle. I drank and walked on. Finally, I stopped, exhausted, and realized I had long since passed the bench that had been my goal! The significance of this small event was not lost on me. I was truly disappointed in my overachievement. But I had often done such things, remaining separated from the path I was on because of my intense desire to reach the goal. Maybe that was the definition of "success" in this world. I was an example of the accepted term, when what I was looking for was the true meaning of "success." One has to achieve some version of success in order to know there is another version.
In any case, I turned around, retraced my steps, and after some miles, recognized the bench. I decided not to rest on it and continued down the mountain. When I reached my car, there was the Latino man, looking in worse shape than before.
"May I help you?" I asked him.
"My feet are burning from no shoes," he said. "I need a ride to my car."
I realized I was talking to a man of Spanish descent and feeling almost as though I were living a future event on the Camino. I thought, "I should be kind to strangers."
I offered him a ride to his car, which I supposed wasn't far away. He climbed in beside me. He was filthy and smelled bad.
"I don't know why I'm doing this," he said in a confused state.
"Sometimes we all do things for reasons we don't understand," I answered, thinking of what I would be doing in a week without understanding it either. I started the car and told him I was going to do the Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage. He seemed to understand and know it.
"Are you Catholic?" I asked.
He nodded and said, "Yes."
"Are you doing penance?" I asked. He nodded.
"Are you doing penance?" he asked.
I said I didn't think so.
Then he looked at my breasts. I had made a conscious decision not to wear a bra on the Camino because the straps hurt my shoulders with the backpack. It had occurred to me that such an elimination of underwear would be provocative. I wondered if I had manifested my concern into a reality.
The man continued to stare at my breasts. Oh, God, I thought. This could be dangerous. There was no one in sight for miles.
He finally took his eyes off my anatomy and said, "Can I make love to you?"
It was surreal. I slammed on the brakes and erupted. "Are you out of your mind?" I screamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Of course not, you idiot. I picked you up because you needed help, your feet were burning, you needed water and to return to your car, and this is what you do? You are outrageous!" I was furious, which seemed to activate some sense of misplaced justice in his mind.
"There you go, you see?" he said. "I asked you, instead of demanding, and you won't do it."
My mouth fell open. I was in trouble now. I thought of really going after him more irately, but something I saw flicker across his face stopped me. He had not touched me or advanced toward me physically. Then he said, "I passed my car. Let me out," he demanded.
There was no car in sight anywhere.
"Sure," I answered. He opened the door on his side and climbed out.
"Listen," I said, "you should watch that sex stuff, you know. It can get you in a lot of trouble."
Over his shoulder he said, "Yes, thank you. I know. I'm always doing this."
Then he walked away.
I sat in my car in a state of bewilderment. Had he been real? It was as though an experiential vision had just happened to me. I turned to look at him again. He had disappeared. There was no man and no car. I vowed to never be afraid of going braless again, and I knew I would have to give much thought to the truth that reality was where the mind was and that I had been so determined to make a goal of my bench that I had passed it....Reality simply was where the mind was. I could understand more deeply why I was an actress. I could manifest what I needed in reality. I had manifested a barefoot, filthy wanderer to warn me that the Camino was feminine and, as a result, human sexuality would rise. Everyone had told me that the Camino offered those who walked it a love affair. It was the individual's choice whether to take it. Some weeks later, I would be faced with that choice.
Copyright © 2000 by Shirley MacLaine
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- Publisher : Atria Books; First Edition (April 1, 2001)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 320 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0743400739
- ISBN-13 : 978-0743400732
- Item Weight : 10.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.31 x 0.8 x 8.25 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #79,550 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #75 in General Spain Travel Guides
- #308 in Religious Leader Biographies
- #722 in Actor & Entertainer Biographies
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Shirley MacLaine, Oscar winner, three-time Emmy winner, and ten-time Golden Globe winner, has appeared in more than fifty films, has been nominated for an Academy Award six times, and received the Oscar for Best Actress in 1984. A longtime outspoken advocate for civil rights and liberties, women¹s rights, and spiritual understanding, Shirley MacLaine has sold more than 20,000,000 copies of her nine international bestsellers, which include her acclaimed work The Camino.
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I am not a fan of Ms. MacClaine's, though I have been very impressed by the few of her movies I've seen. One time I was very tired traveling on a plane somewhere overseas, and though I wanted to sleep, I simply could not stop watching a movie I really did not want to watch, called "Madame Sousatzka," because Ms. MacClaine's performance was so magnetizing and compelling. I was very glad to find out that she won a Golden Globe for it.
I am totally turned off by the cult of celebrity, and I found the parts of this book where the author went through some very trying times because of her celebrity to be weird and disturbing, yet from what she wrote she handled the weirdness well. I had thought that in Europe people were less bamboozled by celebrity than in the US, but apparently I was mistaken.
I got a tremendous amount out "The Camino", and am appreciative to the author for that. I feel that each of us on the spiritual path has some or perhaps a lot of the truth, and we bounce off each other on the quest for higher consciousness. No one has anything close to the "whole truth," but in "The Camino" I found a lot of candor, wisdom, humor, pithy insights, food for thought, along with a fine travelogue of what the author experienced, both internally and externally.
I have traveled a lot and have grown spiritually from those experiences, and I've also done a number of long distance events to get the endorphins going. Yet I resonate better with the simple knowing that reincarnation and karma are basic laws of life's evolution. I prefer to be present and aware in this life, and not be preoccupied so much about the past, or what happened in Atlantis and Lemuria. I also know how to transcend space time, but again, only the space time in this life. I do not find it helpful to ponder that at some level all my lifetimes are going on at the same time.
Thus I only resonated partially with what the author wrote about her regressions to her past lives, which I feel she over-stresses in her books, as well to those places in the distant past where mankind might have lived in a "Garden of Eden." I did get a lot from her discussions about androgyny in Lemuria and "sex divisions" in Atlantis. Whatever the veracity of what she experienced in her "dream visions" in those places, I felt that the insights about sex and the quest for wholeness she gained from them were quite accurate.
My basic point of contention with the author's path is that she seems to be on an endless quest for some kind of absolute truth through endless physical and mental activity (to say nothing of her many incarnations), and she never seems to attain it, no matter how much seeking she does. At the beginning of her walk on the Camino, her angel
guide Ariel tells her that the path is the goal, but she keeps missing that crucial point, which to me is that few if any souls who come to earth become "totally enlightened," that is, finish the journey, and I don't believe that the "end" is ever achieved by endless "doing" and seeking spiritual experiences. Thus my own suggestion to Ms. MacClaine would be to simply realize how much you do know, how much you have realized, which is considerable, and just quiet your mind and accept where you are, and let go as much as possible. I found myself thinking over and over, Shirley, you've got it, as much as just about anyone can, but then she would start analyzing and intellectualizing her experiences, and seeking more and more of them, and (perhaps) lose it!
And there is no doubt that Ms. MacClaine is ready for quieting her mind. She mentions on p. 174 the great teacher, Krishnamurti, who claimed that he could walk for hours without a single thought, surely a superior state to an endlessly seeking mind that in my opinion can never satisfy its thirst for knowledge, awareness, or whatever it is that it/she is seeking. I highly recommend K's first book, "The First And Last Freedom," to any seekers who want to try to see the folly of this endless quest for "enlightenment," and just be, w/o the need to become, ceaselessly.
I also do not agree at all that everything in life has meaning, purpose, and that we create our own reality at all times. There is truth in all of these points, but I feel that these are very simplistic New Age notions that seem to satisfy those who have to be certain that they can "know" the truth, the truth about our lives, the truth about the universe (whatever that is - I, a mere mortal, would never claim to understand the "universe"), etc. And Ms. MacClaine's endless search for this impossible "knowing" doesn't even work for her - just read the part of the book where she says that she still feels like a caterpillar waiting to become a butterfly. Personally if I won just one of the awards she has won, or wrote even one international bestseller, or had the phenomenal experiences she's had in her productive life, I would be satisfied.
This is a profound book and I highly recommend it, whatever my judgements!
As I was reading MacLaine's account of her journey, I was reminded of an interview I heard years ago with a man who does the Iditarod, the annual long-distance sled dog race in early March from Anchorage to Nome. He was talking about the fact that the Mushers (the human who controls the sled/dogs) usually experience profound hallucinations on the journey, due to the combination of the physical exertion, isolation from others, and lack of diverse stimulation. As he was leading his sled one year, for example, he said his long-deceased father was sittng at the edge of the sled. Though he was aware on some level that this was hallucinatory phenomena, he also managed to carry on a conversation with his dad.
Was MacLaine's experience a hallucination or revelation, as she would have us believe? I'm not too sure. I'm certainly open to the notion of influences in our lives we don't understand, but some of what she wrote (experienced) just seems bizarre; Atlantis, UFOs, androgenous beings, finding jewelry owned in a past life in a shop window, Adam and Eve ... At times, I simply had to skim over those parts, as it was too surreal for me.
That aside, I mostly enjoyed reading her accounts of the trek, though the general theme is that her experiences weren't particularly positive. Granted, some of this was because she was hounded by the press, but she also seemed to have a lot of negative or problematic encounters with the native population, people and dogs. I doubt this is common.
Anyhow, if you want one person's perspective on doing the Camino, I wouldn't discourage you from reading the book. In some ways, however, it is less about the Camino and more about MacLaine's physical experience of it---blisters, bugbites, and fatigue---as well as her, well, spiritual (for lack of a better word) experiences.
I did not feel at the end that I would like to do this huge hike- I’ll stick with mountains and avoid cities.
She is courageous and imaginative - a fine women and talented- but a bus tour I took from Madrid to Pamplona stopping at Burgos and many wonderful historical sites left me wanting to see more of Spain.
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Ich schätze die Schauspielerin und Autorin, aber dieses Werk ist mir ein bisschen too much.