Freya in The Garden of Soul (Ep 7)- 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’s eyes gaze up to the balcony which she was pushed from. “9th floor… and I am still here…” she says to herself smiling. Her body aches and she looks around, seeing everything like in a mist, people walking by her body, no one actually noticing her. Suddenly, she starts questioning if she actually survived or whether she’s dead caught in another realm. The mist starts to lift off and the images seem clearer. People passing by stop and ask her if she knows her name. She smiles at them and gets up from the ground. “Lady, you are in no condition to get up and just walk away!” shouts someone from the crowd that gathered around her.

“I have things to take care of!” she tells the people looking behind her. She puts her hands on the bleeding wounds and golden light come out of her palms, healing them. No trace of blood remains on her clothes and the puddle she left behind also disappears.

The people look astonished. Some start yelling towards her: “Who the fuck are you?” “She’s a witch! Did you see that? That is impossible!”

“She’s the Devil! No human could do that! She fell from the ninth floor!” People start chatting between them. Some hurry to get her. A woman grabs her by her clothes: “Where are you going, you witch?”

“A few minutes ago, I was someone in pain who you wanted to help and now I am a witch and the Devil, for having the power to gather myself up and heal. You, who say this to me are what’s wrong with the world! You can’t stand looking beyond yourself and what you were taught to be normal, can you? You blind and envious fools! The time will come when all of you will have to come face to face with who you are!” says Freya in anger and walks away.

“Did you all hear that? She threatened us with such words! She’s the Devil, I tell you. Let’s get her!” says the woman who grabbed her.

Freya turns and looks them in the eyes, baring half of her face from the black cloth she was wearing on her head and shoulders. “Get me to do what? Throw stones at me like in the biblical times? Crucify me like others crucified Jesus because He showed them truths? Make a show on TV about me for your superficial fun? Imprison me for having the power to get up from the dirt? Do what?”

They all stop petrified in fear looking at her.

Freya smiles and turns her back on them. A door appears in front of her. She opens the door and steps through closing it behind her. Then the door disappears and the people all remain in awe.


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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