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Long ago, there was a village called Yangon. The villagers were hardworking and kind, but they suffered year after year from drought. They longed for a god to take pity on them and send rain.
In the village lived a highly skilled potter named Atu. He was warm hearted and often shared his water jars with neighbors who had none. But he was only human, and there was only so much he could do.
One year, the drought was worse than ever. The village elders gathered in worry. A young elder suggested, “Why don’t we make a Rain God and worship it day and night? Maybe Heaven will be moved and send us rain.”
Everyone thought it made sense. But where could they find a god’s statue?
Their eyes fell on Atu.
At that moment, Atu had been repairing a neighbor’s leaking pot and was covered in mud from head to toe. In the glow of the setting sun, his focused expression looked almost sacred.
“Look!” someone shouted. “Master Atu is shining with holy light he must be the savior Heaven sent us!”
Before Atu could even react, the villagers surged forward and lifted him up. They didn’t use wood or stone. Instead, they took the village’s most precious resource wet, golden clay and packed it around him layer upon layer, shaping it until he looked like a huge, solemn clay idol. They placed garlands on him and named him The Golden Clay Deity.
At first Atu was confused. But when he saw the desperate hope in their eyes, he didn’t resist. He stood on a raised platform at the village entrance like a statue, accepting their worship and offerings. The villagers believed that if the Golden Clay Deity showed his power, rain would surely come.
A few days later, dark clouds rolled in and a heavy rain poured down.
The village erupted with joy. They were convinced the Golden Clay Deity had worked a miracle. Their cheers shook the air. They bowed and prayed to the clay idol Atu inside and gave all the credit to “the god.”
After the rain, their devotion only grew more intense. They no longer asked Atu to fix pots. Instead, they lined up to beg the Golden Clay Deity for all kinds of wishes: children, wealth, health. They painted more gold dust onto him and hung jewels on him, making the “god” look grander and grander, and heavier and heavier.
Trapped inside the thick clay and jewelry, Atu could hardly move. He wanted to tell them, “Rain comes from nature. I’m just a potter.” But whenever he tried to speak, the villagers treated his words as *divine messages*, full of hidden meaning. They wrote them down and treasured them as sacred texts.
One day, a wise traveler passing through saw this absurd scene. He shook his head and said to the villagers, “You aren’t worshiping a god. You’re worshiping an ordinary man you forced into a god’s shape. He’ll be crushed by your expectations.”
The villagers were furious. They accused the traveler of insulting their deity and drove him away.
To prove that the Golden Clay Deity could do anything, the villagers decided to hold a grand festival. During the ceremony, they would place the “god” into a kiln to “refine” him—proof that he was beyond death and decay.
Inside the clay shell, Atu heard what they planned and was terrified. He fought with all his strength and screamed, “I’m Atu! I’m a potter! Let me out!”
But the people outside either couldn’t hear him—or chose not to. In their hearts, the Golden Clay Deity had already risen above a mortal body. How could a god fear fire?
The festival began. Flames roared.
Wrapped in layer upon layer of clay and jewels, Atu had no way to escape. Under the intense heat, the clay around him hardened and cracked.
When the fire finally died down, the villagers opened the kiln, full of anticipation. They expected a dazzling golden idol, untouched and eternal.
Instead, they saw a blackened clay figure covered in fractures. A light breeze passed by, and the huge “Golden Clay Deity” collapsed like a sand tower, shattering into pieces.
Among the broken shards lay Atu’s remains, burned into charcoal.
The villagers stood frozen. They looked at the wreckage, then at one another. Some began to cry. Some began to curse. But more than anything, the village fell into silence.

The history of Halloween is a rich tapestry woven from ancient Celtic rituals, Roman festivals, and Christian traditions.

1. The Ancient Celtic Festival of Samhain
The primary root of Halloween is the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced "sah-win"). Celebrated over 2,000 years ago in the regions that are now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, Samhain marked the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter—the "darker half" of the year.
The Celts celebrated Samhain on October 31st. This date held special significance because they believed it was a time when the boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead became blurred. They thought that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth on this night.
To commemorate the event, Celtic priests, known as Druids, would build huge sacred bonfires. People would gather to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities. During the celebration, they wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins. These costumes served two purposes:
To disguise themselves from the spirits, hoping to blend in and avoid being harmed.To frighten away malevolent spirits.
2. Roman and Christian Influence
After the Roman Empire conquered most of the Celtic territory by 43 A.D., two Roman festivals were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain:
Feralia: A day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead.Pomona: A festival honoring the Roman goddess of fruit and trees, whose symbol is the apple. This likely explains the tradition of "bobbing for apples" that is still practiced at Halloween parties today.
By the 9th century, the influence of Christianity had spread into Celtic lands. In an effort to replace the pagan Celtic festival with a church-sanctioned holiday, Pope Gregory III designated November 1st as All Saints' Day, a time to honor all saints and martyrs. The evening before All Saints' Day was known as All Hallows' Eve ("Hallow" being an old word for "saint" or "holy person"). Over time, "All Hallows' Eve" was contracted into the name we use today: Halloween.
Even with the new Christian holiday, many of the old Samhain traditions, such as bonfires, costumes, and a focus on spirits, remained.