I'm fairly sure that it is Isaac who is fighting Uluru on the cover of that 9th Wonders! issue. If you've read the graphic novels, then you'd see that there is a striking resemblance between that drawing and one of the panels in "Isaac's First Time." And Isaac fighting him would make sense, as he is the only one so far to encounter Uluru. Also...if any you have taken the online Heroes quiz and fudged with the choices so you'd get all the possible final results, you'd see that one of them is "TAPPING INTO THE COLLECTIVE SUBCONSCIOUS." Collective subconscious = dreamtime = Uluru???
Not to really change the subject, but the collective subconsious almost sounds like some freaky BORG-like state from Star Trek.
I tend to lean to the idea that what someone creates, he then needs to face. I think that Issac somehow creates the Uluru creature unknowingly, and then to resolve the problem himself.
I just hope that at some point we see how it is that Hiro faces down a dinosaur with a sword. I'd like to see how that one pans out..
I just hope that at some point we see how it is that Hiro faces down a dinosaur with a sword. I'd like to see how that one pans out..
I posted a theory/spoiler that I found on some other site in another thread on the board. However, as this whole line of discussion is pretty off-topic, I won't include it here. But what I will do is return with the link to my post...once I remember where it is lol. Or with a link to the site where I initially found it, though it is far less likely that I will remember where that was....
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:21 pm Post subject: Urulu
I know that this is the monster seen on the cover of 9thWonders, but where did the name Urulu come from? I think it looks like a cartoonish version of Hiro and the T-rex. I know some people disagree and think that we will see this Godzilla-like monster down the road, which would be cool of course. I havent heard mention much about this thing in the threads and was curious about what everyones theories on this was.
I just hope that at some point we see how it is that Hiro faces down a dinosaur with a sword. I'd like to see how that one pans out..
I posted a theory/spoiler that I found on some other site in another thread on the board. However, as this whole line of discussion is pretty off-topic, I won't include it here. But what I will do is return with the link to my post...once I remember where it is lol. Or with a link to the site where I initially found it, though it is far less likely that I will remember where that was....
Oh phooey! Looks like my theory (still can't find the link ) was only half right. Although the fulfillment of the prophecy did indeed take place in the NY Museum of Natural History (as I'd stated), Sylar was not involved in any way.
It was posted elsewhere that in the picture the sword was unsheathed but in the actuality Hiro still had the sword in the sheath. Does this mean that the "prophecy" wasnt fullfilled?? May have to wait and see...
Okay. When peter looks like he is about to explode he is actually transforming into Uluru. This comes in two forms. He could either go straight to Uluru, or he could explode and that causes him to fuse with the rock, dirt, and other assorted debris and turn into Uluru. He is confused about his existence, and is misunderstood and attacked by everyone. This causes him to destroy everything in an attempt to find out what he is. How about that for a first post?
Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 7:25 pm Post subject: ULURU? RIGHT! I'LL GIVE YOU BLOODY ULURU!
I must start by apologising for being dismissive of the "Uluru connection" in other threads.
I'm suddenly fascinated with aboriginal australian dreamtime stories.....
I like this one....can see touches of inspiration for Sylar in it....
Quote:
Baiame and Marmoo
In the earliest Dreamtime, all was not well in the world that Baiame had made. Hills and valleys, stark mountain ranges, crystal-clear streams and rivers, and bare plains that slipped over distant horizons paid tribute to the patient hands of the master architect. Flowers of a thousand colours and shapes had been planted ready for the coming of man, while butterflies fluttered over the shaggy carpet of trees and reeds and grass. Wind played with clouds, sending vagrant patterns of light and shade across the land, where animals romped and sought their food. By day the goddess Yhi smiled as plants lifted their heads and young grasses reached towards her from the dark earth; by night Bahloo, the Moon god, sailed serenely across the darkened sky.
The wishes that had been transformed to thought and the thought to action should have brought pleasure to the heart of the Great Spirit, but when dark clouds were torn by lightning and the wind blew chill and fierce down the mountain gorges, sweeping like a scythe through the riotous vegetation, Baiame was aware of the dark thoughts of Marmoo, the Spirit of Evil, the antithesis of all that was good.
And with good reason. Marmoo was talking to his wife, the flame of jealousy hot within him.
"Pride," he said fiercely. "Baiame sits there, remote in the sky world, preening himself on his cleverness, because he has created a world full of living things. It's rough and unkempt and no credit to him. I could have made such a world in half the time and to much better effect."
"Then why didn't you?" the spirit woman asked. There was little love between her and her husband. "If you are so clever, why don't you make a world? Then I shall believe that you are as powerful as Baiame."
"It is easy to build something out of nothing," Marmoo said, "but more difficult to destroy, once it is there. That is my task."
Seeing the look on his wife's face, he said harshly, "Keep watch. I shall begin from this moment," and strode away without another word.
Working in secret, he fashioned the tribe of insects, ugly as himself in their nature. Some were beautiful to look at, but with poisonous stings, others harmless but capable of walking, crawling, burrowing, or flying. There are some who say that it was Yhi who brought life to the animal and insect creation of Baiame; but there are others who believe that after Marmoo had used his evil imagination to create insects, he breathed life into them and sent them out of the cave where he had hidden them, out of sight of Baiame and Yhi, in vast swarms. The sky was dark with flying insects, the ground a heaving mass of crawling and burrowing grubs, worms, and beetles.
The grass was eaten down to the bare earth. Flowers collapsed, their petals falling like raindrops. Fruit tumbled from the trees and was devoured by the hungry hoardes. The music of streams and waterfalls was drowned by the buzzing of wings, the hiss of fighting insects, the clicking of mandibles, as the army flowed on, leaving a trail of desolating.
Looking down on the world, Baiame was dismayed to see the steadily advancing tide of destruction, aware that his enemy had taken this method of challenging his authority. Confident in his own power, he sent one of his winds roaring across the land, hoping to weep the insects into the sea. It was too late. The hordes of Marmoo were well fed and prepared for anything that Baiame might do. Some burrowed under the earth. Others took refuge in caves or under stones, while the winged destroyers clung to the bark of the trees they had killed. There they waited patiently for the wind to die away, as every wind must some time do, before resuming their march of devastation.
There was only one thing left to do. Baiame came to earth to enlist the aid of good spirits he had left on earth to guide its inhabitants. He travelled quickly to Nungeena, the pleasing spirit who lived in a waterfall in a secluded valley. Even here, Baiame was dismayed to observe, the pleasant dells were dry and bare, every vistige of plant life devoured, the stream choked with the dead bodies of insects that had gorged themselves and lost their footing. The army had passed on, but the smell of death lay heavy in the valley.
"Come with me," the All-Father said. "You can see what the insects have done to your pleasant home. The evil tide sent by Marmoo rolls on. Soon there will be no living creature left and the world will be bare and desolate."
Nungeena called to her attendant spirits, who came from far and near at her bidding.
"What have you seen?" she asked.
They had a sad story to tell of the ravages of Marmoo's brood. Not one part of their domain had been spared, and still the tide rolled on. When they had finished Nungeena, the Mother Spirit, smiled.
"We shall overcome!" she said confidently. "Look, Father Baiame. The flowers are not all lost. Some I have kept in the shelter of the fall as it cascades over the cliff. None of Marmoo's little people dared come too close to me, and so I was able to preserve them."
While she was speaking her fingers were at work, deftly weaving the long stalks into a pleasing pattern.
"There!" she said at last with a sigh of satisfaction, setting the beautiful flower arrangement gently on the ground.
Baiame exclaimed with delight.
"The most beautiful of all birds!" he said, and breathed life into a lyre-bird, which spread his plumage and strutted proudly before him. Then the Great Spirit's brow clouded. "But it doesn't solve the problem of saving the world," he said gently.
"But that is why I made it," Nungeena said wonderingly. "Look."
As she spoke the bird began scratching among the dry leaves and twigs and rubbish left behind by the insect plague, searching for any that mught have been left behind.
"I see," Baiame said thoughtfully. "We must make more of them, many more," and with the deftness of one who had created so many of the wonders of nature, he fashioned birds that flew from his hands as they were completed, and sped in pursuit of the now distant army of insects.
Nungeena followed his example. The attendant spirits, who were much younger, tried to imitate them. They lacked the skill of the older god and goddess, producing butcher-birds and magpies which had little of the grace of other birds, but were equally effective as insect destroyers. The spirits who cam from the watery regions made birds that could swim or wade in swamps and rivers. The spirits of coastal lands made gulls who delayed satisfying their appetites with fish while they gorged themselves on insects. The night spirits, whose task was to close the flowers as daylight faded, made mopokes and nightjars. There were birds swift in flight, fantails, and swallows and flycatchers. The sound of snapping beaks and beating wings rose above the hum of insects as they were caught in flight.
"They are so beautiful they should have voices to match," Baiame said, and gave them the gift of song. But their sweet music was drowned by the harsh cry of the crows and the raucous laughter of the kookaburras.
The few survivors of the army of Marmoo had been routed. Still singing, the birds circled round Baiame and the guardian spirits, and then flew away in search of other predators that might denude the earth of its vegetation.
Never since then have they been so well fed, but they still hope that Marmoo will some day send them another bounteous feast.
Now, I know this doesn't make direct mention of Uluru (the rock), but you can see some parallels between it and this:
Quote:
He wants to tell us:
In the remotest era,
Sentient beings started to deviate from the Great Law.
With the emergence of a wicked evil king,
Descends the Holy Lord carrying a wheel,
So unfolds the classic battle between the evil and the righteous in this universe,
Which rocks layers upon layers of the universe.
Since then, the title of the Holy Lord resounds in the universe.
In the end, the evil king is killed, and the Holy Lord also suffers from a light injury.
A combined drip of blood from the evil king and the Holy Lord,
Drops to the human world, in the land of Australia.
So the Great Red Rock that frequently shows the color of blood.
Even in the drop of blood, the battle continues unabated,
Because evil and benevolence can never reconcile, and the righteous differs from the evil as ice from charcoal fire.
Evil shall be eliminated, and thoroughly shall the wicked be killed.
Safeguarding the Buddha Law and Great Tao, is the nature of the universe.
Sorry if it's a lot to assimilate, but it's fascinating stuff!
That lot could easily put you in mind of Sylar, or of the ultimate battle of good and evil, which is never done, never final. There is always one more battle to be fought.
Of course, we could go back to simplicity:
Uluru changes his face throughout the day, and through the seasons, but he is always Uluru. He takes on the appearance of different parts of the land, but he never gives himself to the land. He has stood forever, and will. In the daytime, he shines like the sun. At night, you can barely see him. He is Uluru. You might call him Peter and Sylar. Peter intends to save the world. Sylar intends to consume it. Between them, they have no intention. Uluru has no intention.
Sorry guys, but the top of the thread does warn that it's hard going, so I thought my little post might be in good company here. The topic title does warn not to read when sleepy!
The first quote is the aboriginal australian story of Baiame and Marmoo. I just thought it had some interesting correlations to the overall feel of Heroes. Other dreamtime stories strike parallels, but I thought some of the symbolism eerily reminiscent of Sylar.
EDIT: A little more on the first quote....Picture Baiame as Peter, and Marmoo as Sylar. Marmoo is the spirit of evil, all pervasive, all-destroying. Unstoppable.
During Marmoo's scourge, one spirit remains hidden, and she keeps hidden the last traces of the living world, which she weaves into a shape. The All-Father, Baiame breathes life to the shape, which becomes a living Lyre Bird. The world is still in ruins, and all of Baiame's work is undone, but as long as one trace of good spirit remains, Marmoo shall not be the victor, though the world suffers for his presence. Baiame, previously distraught at the loss of his creation, is restored in the knowledge that the spirit of evil can never truly win.
The second quote is a tale from someone called Chi Wen...found here. It's based on Chinese Taoist philosophy, and basically states that Uluru was born out of the battle between good and evil, that Uluru is everlasting and as such is representative of the neverending battle between good and evil.
I know these aren't from Heroes-based resources, but hey, the writers said to look deeper into the mythology of Uluru, and the "mythology of Uluru" as far as I'm concerned, includes in its scope, the dreamtime stories of aboriginal australia, and anything that mentions "battle" with either of "uluru" or "big red rock".
The last part of the post is my own take on the aboriginal view of "Bloody big rock"....hence the reference to it as "he"....to the aboriginals, all things have spirit and life, and are entitled to an honorific. I was using it to describe the similarities between it and the characters described by Peter and Sylar, how they complete a whole. Peter the saviour, Sylar the destroyer. Neither has meaning without the other.
Good vs. evil is an archetypal concept to any culture, and that conflict drives the plot in many a story. We got Peter = good, Sylar = evil without the Australian aboriginal story, and any creation story about the origin of good and evil could match at that basic level.
Only the Australian aboriginal story was the source of the name of the rock monster, so maybe we could use other specifics of the story as fodder for speculation. I just don't have anything. I really did read all the way through the other posts - is my short attention span doing me in here?
I don't know about you Payquage, but my darn ADD kept me from reading over half of these posts, let alone Slippy's latest and greatest theory.. I just don't have the patience to read long posts anymore. If it's more than two or three lines, I'm gone.
Good vs. evil is an archetypal concept to any culture, and that conflict drives the plot in many a story. We got Peter = good, Sylar = evil without the Australian aboriginal story, and any creation story about the origin of good and evil could match at that basic level.
Only the Australian aboriginal story was the source of the name of the rock monster, so maybe we could use other specifics of the story as fodder for speculation. I just don't have anything. I really did read all the way through the other posts - is my short attention span doing me in here?
Me too obscure.
Or maybe what I think makes sense actually doesn't. It's possible. I'm known for thinking so far outside of the box that I've ended up back inside the box again.
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) was only half right. Although the fulfillment of the prophecy did indeed take place in the NY Museum of Natural History (as I'd stated), Sylar was not involved in any way.
