Attending Gulgol Ritual
My dog Sofia came with us
Bamboo shoot on our way
On our way to the river
My cousin's husband burning the rice stalks
In line for the ritual
My uncle letting the chicken go
My uncle's wife
Rinsing after the ritual
On our way back home
A pleasant day, y'all amazing people!
Last Tuesday was a day that will forever hold a place in my heart. It was the day we bid farewell to my dear uncle, a man whose presence had always brought warmth and laughter to our family gatherings. As we gathered to pay our final respects at his funeral, the weight of loss hung heavy in the air, but amidst the sorrow, there was also a sense of unity and resilience that bound us together.
The day after the funeral, all of us relatives and immediate family members went for a morning walk to the river close to my uncle's house to perform a sacred Ilokano ritual known as "Gulgol." This cleansing ceremony, deeply rooted in our cultural heritage, is a living tradition among the Ilocanos, like us in La Union province. It is a ritual that holds profound significance for honoring the departed and cleansing the spirits of those we have lost.
The morning had this special peacefulness as we made our way to the river, with the gentle rustling of bamboo trees keeping us company. Sofia, my faithful dog, walked by our side, adding her own hyper yet quiet presence to our journey. The path we took was a familiar one, passing through countryside homes and the vibrant green landscape. As we walked, I found and spot a bamboo shoot, a simple reminder of nature's cycle of growth and renewal.
Upon reaching the river, a sense of reverence and anticipation filled the air. My aunts and uncles, the pillars of our family, began the preparations for the ritual. A bundle of rice stalks was set ablaze, the crackling flames dancing in the morning light. As the rice stalks turned to ash, a mixture of sugarcane vinegar, betel nuts, and rolled tobacco was prepared, ready to be used in the cleansing ceremony.The ritual began with the family members (my uncle's wife, children, and grandchildren) to his siblings (my mom is one),kids and granchildren and all family relatives who attended the ritual ceremony standing in line, ready to honor his memory. The ashes from the burnt rice stalks were mixed with water, creating a sacred elixir that symbolized purification and renewal. I remember they added some drops of fresh blood of a chicken to the ashes too. Each family member, one by one, had their hair rinsed with the ash-infused water, a symbolic gesture of cleansing the spirit and bidding farewell to grief and misfortune. The solemnity of the moment was palpable—a shared understanding of the importance of honoring our loved one in this traditional way.
As we wrapped up the ritual, we all took a dip in the refreshing river waters, a last step in cleansing and starting anew. The rain had made the river a bit muddy, but the ritual's spiritual cleansing went beyond what our eyes could see, reaching deep into our hearts and souls in a way that words struggle to describe fully. Back at home, we continued the cleansing process, rinsing off the remnants of grief and sorrow before gathering for a simple meal of boiled saba bananas and an early lunch. The sense of unity and connection that permeated the ritual lingered in the air, a reminder of the enduring strength of our cultural traditions and the power of coming together in times of loss.
Looking back on that emotional day, I can't help but see the strength and unity that runs deep in my family, held together by love, our customs, and a profound respect for our heritage. The Gulgol ritual, though ancient, continues to touch our souls and minds in a timeless way, reminding us of the lasting impact of honoring our roots and embracing our shared Ilocano identity. In times of sorrow and reflection, it's our traditions that anchor us, providing comfort, connection, and a sense of continuity in the ever-changing journey of life. As we hold my uncle's memory close, we also carry on the traditions of our forefathers, keeping their legacy alive and preserving the flame of tradition that has guided us through the ages.
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May 23, 2024, 4:00 p.m. PST
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Sad that lolo already passed away, but the rinsing in the river was fun.
Yeah. We just have to keep him in our prayers.
You indeed had fun in the river, Nani!
I’m sorry for your loss. Take good care.
Thank you, @georgehive 🙏
So sorry for your loss sis.. Di ako familiar sa ganitong tradition. Now I know na.
Salamat, sis Jean. Uu may ganyan samin :)
Hello dear friend @bloghound
The loss of a family member or a loved one is always very painful. I admire these types of traditions, especially that they are maintained over time, promoting love and union in the family.
Hello, @jlufer. Thank you so much, my friend!
Hello @bloghound.
I am very sorry for the loss of your loved one.
This tradition is seen to be very important in their culture.
Thank you, young lady!!!!