Freya in The Garden of Soul (Ep 4)- Photo & Text by Irina Gache

Freya in the Garden of Soul is an episode-based surrealist novel that I decided to publish online as I go along with the writing process. It focuses on the journey of a character named Freya in the realms of the unconscious where she meets and interacts with different phantasmagorical characters that challenge her sense of self through different riddles and sayings that may be perceived as subtitle advice from inner guides.

Full of metaphors, parables, and leads, Freya aims to lead the reader into a journey of inner discovery that anyone can relate to if immersed into the story with an open mind. She will question herself, what she sees, feels and thinks and the world in the labyrinth she found herself into, provoking everyone that enters with her to do that as well.

Irina Gache Freya

 

“So tired, so tired, so tired I feel from the battle I fought against you!” said Freya laying on the ground, breathing through her heart. “I missed you!” she heard the voice again.

“You sound so warm and so soft. I feel like I heard you before, but I can’t really remember where I know you from. Who are you?” she asked the voice.

“I am all that you ran away from, I am the beginning and the end, I am the day and the night, I am the Heaven you’ve closed your eyes to in Hell. I am the Sun’s rays and the light of the Moon, I am the whispers in the wind and the waves inside yourself. I play the first sound you ever heard.”

Freya keeps her eyes closed and the drum sound beats so loudly that her whole body connects with it. Every limb feels like one with the beat. She tries to take a deep breath and a huge snake head with the mouth wide open appears right in front of her face. In the snake’s mouth, the star of David appears and she dives into it. It’s dark inside and it all feels like an abyss she once knew.

Rushes of energy feel like electrical impulses all over her body. From her head and neck, small serpents pierce through her skin and come out dancing to the rhythm of the drum.

“I want justice!” Freya says in anger holding her fists closed. She hears a voice guiding her but doesn’t quite understand what it is saying. The anger disappears and she feels blank and lost.

“What’s happening to me? Why can’t I let it all feel?” she asks moaning in a pain she hardly reaches.

A door appears and Freya reaches her arms to her head and leaves behind an old snake skin she just shed. She steps into the light that comes through the door that just opened. A woman dressed in white is waiting for her with a baby in her arms. She hands it to Freya. She holds it gently not knowing what to do with the infant. She pushes the baby girl onto her chest and it dissolves inside of her.

“I’m so tired, so tired, so tired…” says Freya dropping down without thinking where she’ll land. Her skin touches a green beautiful grass on a meadow sunk in the warmest sunshine she ever saw. The trees are vibrating of life and a familiar face appears in the sky watching her. “I know you are guarding me.” She says smiling to the face.

She rests for a while and then drops on her back closing her eyes. She feels like she’s falling opening her eyes. She screams in fear when she sees she’s falling into a gap full of fire. “Give me your hand! Come on, just give me your hand!” she hears a voice coming from above. She sees the woman in white who handed her the baby. At first, she hesitates but then grabs her hand while she’s pulled out of the pit.

The woman in white walks her by a river, where they both kneel. “I have a gift for you!” she says and a wooden red heart appears in the water. The woman hands Freya the heart. She puts it on her chest, but she doesn’t know how to put it inside.

“I’m sorry, for I don’t know what to do with it…” she says in disappointment. The heart melts inside her body.

“Worry not, my dear, for it is already there, in time you will know what to do with it. Do you see me?” the woman asks Freya.

“I do, but I feel you yet so far. Who are you?”

The woman smiles kindly: “You know who I am. You just need to start feeling me.” and then she vanishes.

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About the author: Irina Gache is a visual artist and writer from Bucharest, Romania. You can find more about her by checking her portfolio or by following her on Facebook. Stay tuned for her next episodes.

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Irina Gache is a visual artist and writer from Bucharest, Romania. Her main preoccupation is photography but she also loves to give life to images through other media like paintings and collages. When she writes she does it in a surrealist way and allures the reader into the text by making it very visual and with riddle-like challenges. "I like my text to move like a motion picture in the reader's mind where he/she can project himself/herself into. When I write I see a whole movie being created".

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