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Daramulun, son of Baiami, is the principal deity of the south coast tribes of New South Wales. Baiami created the rivers, mountains, and the landscape; then men, then women. He gave each man two wives, and taught men to make spears to spear kangaroos and women how to gather edible roots. Then he gave the tribes their laws. Daramulun, his son, was put in charge of all his father’s creation and punished men if they broke the laws. In time his popularity eclipsed that of his father, and his figure was cut in trees on ceremonial grounds.
[Peter Turbet (1989), gives the following account of Daramulan, or Daramulun:
A man’s spirit went up to Daramulan when he died. Thunder and the sound of the bullroarer, which mimicked thunder, were believed to be his voice. A likeness of Daramulan, carved on a tree at an initiation ceremony, show an anthropomorphic figure with two horns on his head and a large penis. Myths about Daramulan were sacred and were only to be heard by initiated men, although women probably knew something about them too.
Tulugal - the devil
{The following story from Moruya was recorded by Horatio Hale (1846, pp.111-2) during a visit to New South Wales in 1839-40. It is possible that the narrator was interviewed in Sydney}
At the Muruya River the devil is called Tulugal. He was described to us, by a native, as a black man of great stature, grizzled with age, who has very long legs, so that he soon overtakes a man, but very short arms, which brings the contest nearest an equity. This goblin has a wife who is much like himself, but still more feared, being of a cruel disposition, with a cannibal apatite, especially for young children. It would hardly be worth while to dwell upon these superstitions, but that they seem to characterise so distinctly the people, at once timid, ferocious, and stupid, who have invented them...
Mirrirul â– the Creator
{The following story was recorded by Reverend William Ridley (1878, pp.265-6) from Lizzy Malone, whose mother was a Shoalhaven Aborigine}
They say that "Mirrirual" made all things. Their old men have told them that there is, beyond death, a large tree, on which Mirrirul stands to receive them when they die. The good he takes up to the sky, the bad he sends to another place to be punished.