The obituary notice of Diarmaid Danu HYNES

if anyone who knew and loved Diarmaid wants to phone me on 01416496949 or 07990604177 please do.Am so sad inside as I take in what I have only found out. We met at school and were a great little music duo playing many gigs and I have access to a few tracks on cassette in a gig we did around 1972 in glasgow. We were also close in his early days in London and played music together and he became a sannyasin of Osho taking the name Danu. I last saw him over 10 years ago in Shawlands Glasgow. I loved him. We fought like cats and dogs but always came back together.You are in my heart forever

Diarmaid - my big brother....you are always in my prayers, resting in peace now with Mum.

God bless

Hi There for anyone interested i have put up a website for dan at http://www.myspace. com/diarmaidhynes ....... feel free to get in touch

tich

Left to walk the flesh walk.

What I do reckon is that he's still giggling and playing music.

He told me first of the real alchemical gold of authentic presence and he had it or i'm a wolly. What a gem in the brief span of years of my fleshwalk to have been in his presence.

It is upon looking for him and trying to find some of his music on record that I learn of his passing. The friend who's celebration it was where we met gave me enough to go on to find this page : tho how just 4 memories can be here i am unsure : here are some of mine anway. Not sure if you'll check back Risto but I am very glad to have read your sharing : I can picture well the man and his music in your country. If you know anyway to hear his voice on record please get in touch if you do check back.

Danu. Diarmaid, Dermot : I love you and hope your crossing was safe and sound - rest in the peace you deserve beyond doubt (or come back and help us out :) Godspeed. ta tar.

It was such a lovely evening because I at that time seemed to remind him (he said this) of an earlier him and he shared wonderful things with me - of a magic dance with a Gypsy lady, of Sufism and Gurdjieff, he pointed me towards 'the road less travelled' by M. Scott Peck and I am still walking it thanks, in no small part, to him. He also instilled in me a deep sense that I need not 'dress to impress' the female of the species since he related of being covered in sweat and three days of dirt before one of his encounters. Wouldn't dream of sharing this story about a living man and not sure that it will do no harm. Hopefully not.

He was rough when I met him in 2004 but shone resplendently with effulgent light and humour : he told me around the fire one morning that it was good to meet somone who didn't take the world too seriously (i had the giggles a lot around him and this fed his laughter and cheeky side to both our joy during our time together).

And I sort of thought he didn't have long

What a lovely sharing Risto : thanks kindly.

This authentic and cheeky human changed my life much for the better; he and I were at a celebration for 3 days or less at in Cymru and he played 'come from the heart' which was right where he he was at, the heart.

After the main stage was abandoned (it only being tiny - next to a cosy barn) I remember having the best time of my life thus far talking long into the night with Diarmaid (or Dermot to this Englishman: who will never even consider underwear with a kilt from now on -not that he's worn a kilt yet)

I really miss you, Danu. Rest In Peace.

God,
Grant me the Serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
and Wisdom to know the difference.

Part III:

Of course Danu didn’t understand a word, and he didn’t realize there was this lady behind him. Anita put her hand down and lifted it till it disappeared under his kilt.
Both of them jumped and screamed as if something terrifying was happening… And the atmosphere in the hall jumped to a new level, too. All the formality and stiff-upper-lip- festivity was gone for the rest of the day.
Later on I asked Diarmaid: “Danu, what actually do you wear under your kilt?”
Danu looked me in the eyes and said very, very seriously:
“Risto-man, only Englishmen wear something under their kilt.”

Part II:

One of Danu’s mottoes was “Participation is the name of the game”. He asked if anybody could borrow him a guitar, and after finding one he plowed his way through the crowd to the stage. He waited till a female Finnish pop singer Anita H. finished her show… And then Danu hit the cords of his borrowed instrument and started to sing “Brown-Eyed Girl”.
That was meant to be his only contribution to the fun and enjoyment but something happened after he had finished. He was standing on the stage and the crowd of couple of thousands of people were showing their appreciation as Anita grabbed a microphone back in her hand and started an approach, saying in Finnish: “Dear Ladies, I guess you have always wanted to know something, as have I, too. Let’s find out what these men have under their kilt…”