Culture · Essay
Pangangaluluwa: singing at the door in the voice of the dead
On the eve of All Saints, Filipino carollers went from house to house singing in the first person as the souls in purgatory, asking for prayers and for food. On what the songs actually say, why it nearly vanished, and who brought it back.Written to last.
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The grammar is the thing to notice. When a group of Filipino carollers stopped at a gate on the eve of All Saints and began to sing, they did not sing about the souls in purgatory. They sang as them.
The verses are in the first person plural: we are the souls, we have come from purgatory, we are knocking at your door, we are asking you to pray for us because we cannot pray for ourselves. Then, having established who is speaking, the song asks for something to eat.
Pangangaluluwa, from kaluluwa, soul, is the Filipino form of souling, and it is one of the few remembrance customs anywhere in which ordinary people take on the voice of the dead and make a request of the living on their behalf.
The practice was a village one and it varied, but the shape is consistent.
After dark on 31 October, groups went from house to house. In many places they were covered with white sheets. Some carried a lantern or a cross. They stopped at each gate and sang, and the songs mixed genuine appeal with comic bargaining: if the household gave, the souls would be grateful and would pray for them in turn; if it gave nothing, the verses turned to mock threats, and the singers might make off with something from the yard, a chicken or a pot, which was understood as part of the game and generally returned.
What they received was kakanin, the rice cakes of the season, or a small coin, and in some accounts the household would also give the names of its own dead for the singers to include.
The takings were sometimes given to the church for masses. In other places they were simply eaten.
The custom is the eve of the main event. Undas, on 1 and 2 November, is when Philippine families go to the cemeteries, and the going is total: the graves are cleaned days in advance, families arrive with folding chairs, food, radios and card games, and stay from morning until night, sometimes sleeping there.
Set against that, pangangaluluwa is the small, dark, door-to-door part that comes first, and it is the part that has largely gone.
The displacement is not mysterious. American rule brought Halloween, and from the mid-twentieth century trick-or-treating arrived through schools, subdivisions and eventually shopping centres.
The two customs occupy the same slot on the same night, and one of them offers children costumes and sweets while the other requires learning verses in the voice of a soul in purgatory. Urban migration removed the village setting the practice depended on: pangangaluluwa needs a street where the singers know the households and the households know the singers.
By the late twentieth century it survived mainly in rural Luzon and in the memories of older people.
It has been revived deliberately, and the revivals show what a tradition needs in order to restart.
Local governments and parishes in several provinces, among them Nueva Ecija, Bulacan and parts of Laguna and Quezon, have run pangangaluluwa events and competitions, with prizes for the best group. Schools teach the songs. The National Commission for Culture and the Arts and local heritage bodies have promoted it as a Filipino alternative to imported Halloween, which is a framing that does some political work as well as some cultural work.
Revived traditions are frequently dismissed as inauthentic, and the dismissal is usually lazy. What makes a custom real is that people do it. A competition with prizes is a different thing from a village walking the lanes in sheets, but the verses being sung are the same verses, and the children learning them now are the only route by which they get to the next generation.
The custom's premise is that the dead need something from the living and cannot ask for it themselves, so somebody has to speak in their voice.
That is a more demanding idea than it first appears. To sing as the souls, you have to have some notion of what they would say, which means having been told something about them. The households that gave names to the singers were handing over exactly that: this is who we want prayed for, and here is what they were called.
Modern families rarely make that list. Nobody sings at the gate, the names are not spoken aloud once a year, and within two generations there is nothing to put in the song.