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Another dream with words: Lidaux

Posted by Rick MG at 12:54, 09 Mar 2009

I was acting in a play I think, a medieval play about a prince or a knight and a maiden. There were three of us, another man and a beautiful red-haired woman. There was also an older woman who was the theatre manager or in charge of the play, she had authority, and I got the impression she didn't think I was good enough to be there. Other people were there, but these were the only people I can remember speaking to and interacting with. It was a beautiful Renaissance-like Shakespearean stage, with lush red velvet curtains and polished wood floorboards.

There was a chalkboard set up, with the names of the actors. I can only remember two of the names, Lidaux and Lagu (or Iagu?). I'm fairy sure Lidaux was the name of the beautiful red-haired woman with whom I got along famously with.

I have never seen or heard the word Lidaux before that I can recall. Searching online, Lidaux is a surname. The first link off the google rank shows a Lidaux family in Louisiana in the 1920s. Creole?

Lidaux is Old French, according to the Catholicon Anglicum: an English-Latin phrasebook from 1483, but I can't find what the meaning is: the text that shows up on google is "...with hokes like a sithe'} were called in Old French lidaux (Koquefort)... A pype, a melody."

Lagu is interesting, it's an Indonesian term for melody. Which links to the Old French above, which mentions a melody. Lagu is the surname of a Sudanese rebel leader, but that doesn't make much sense. British artist Rima Staines has a great picture titled The Lagu People, and art is something I wish to get back into.

I still have the image in my head, as clear as a memory, of the chalkboard with the names Lidaux and Lagu and something else written on it.

Does anyone else dream of words?

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Posted by red pill junkie on 11 Mar 2009 at about 00:44.
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It was a beautiful Renaissance-like Shakespearean stage, with lush red velvet curtains and polished wood floorboards.

If that was the case, then I'm afraid your beautiful red-haired Lidaux was probably a dude :-P

Anyway, since you're of Viking descent, and Normandy was conquered by those ancient warriors, I decided to do a Google search with the words 'lidaux' & 'Normandy'.

What I found on this page is this:

AUaro firilio fruma.

Tliar gi iiia lidau [emphasis mine] mugixn,

An Bethlema biu'g,

Baruo rildost.

Hebbiath that te tecna

That ic eu gitelleau mag

Uuariin uuordiui,

That he thar bmimdan ligid,

That kind an enera cribbimn,

Tho he si cumng obar al

Erdun audi himiles,

Endi obar eldeo barn,

Uueroldes imaldand."

Eeht so he tho that uuord gespra-

cenmi
So unard thar engUo te them
Uurim cimian,
Helag heriskepi,
Fon Hebanuuanga,
Fagar folc Godes,
Endi fihi sprakiui
Lofnuord manag,
Lindeo Herron ;
Afhobun tho Helagna sang,
Tho sie eft te Hebanuuanga
Uundun thui-h thin uuolcan.
Thea uuardus hordun,
Huo tliiu Engilo craft
Alomahtigna God,
Suido uuerdlico,
Uuordun louodun.
"Diurida si nu," quadun sie,
"Drohtine selbun,
An them hohoston
Hiinilo rikea ;
Endi fridu an erdu,
Fu-iho barniun,
Goduuilligun gumun,
Them the God antkennead,
Thurh liluttran hugi."

Of all men the advancement.

There ye maj' find him,

In the city of Bethlehem,

The noblest of cliildren.

Ye have as a token

That I tell ye

True words.

That he there swathed lieth,

The child in a crib,

Though he be king over all

Earth and Heaven,

And over the sons of men.

Of the world the Ruler."

Right as he that word spake,

So was there of Angels to them,

A multitude come,

A holy host.

From the Heaven-plains

The fair folk of God,

And much they spake

Praise -words many.

To the Lord of Hosts.

They raised the holy song.

As they back to the Heaven-plains

Woimd through the welkin.

The words they heard,

How the strength of the Ajigels

The Almighty God,

Very worthily.

With words praised.

" Love be there now," quoth they,

" To the Lord Imnself

On the highest

Kingdom of Heaven,

And peace on earth

To the children of men.

Good\villed men

Who know God,

Through a pure mind."

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