Freya in The Garden of Soul (Ep 8)- 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! Freya! Freya!” she hears a man’s voice calling her as she’s walking through a dark hallway with a lamp in her hand. “Freya, where are you? You know I am going to find you!”. She starts feeling her heart beating fast in fear, but continues to walk slowly. The walls start bloating and she hears from inside them grasps of breaths. Her walk becomes faster as the man’s footsteps make noises on the floor. “Freya! You know I only want you to be ok. Let me help you, Freya!” he says again.

She starts running and comes to a crossroad with two ways, one with stairs from which blood flow. She stops for a moment and decides to take a left turn. She keeps looking behind while running and suddenly hits a woman that was in front of her. “Come with me! I can help you! Sorry for being late!” says the woman biting her lips in guilt. She takes Freya by the hand and enters a room with her, drops her coat on the floor and brings some coffees trembling.

They both sit on a couch and the woman tells Freya: “We have to take care of this relationship we will build, but I have to go.” “Take care of what? What shall I do? You said you want to help. How can you help if you need to go? That man on the hallway did some very bad things to me. “I know, but you have to be responsible too. He is just a Christian who didn’t know what he was getting himself into.” Says the woman staring her right in the eyes. “A Christian? It was his responsibility to stop, I did my part more than you can imagine. Lady, you are wrong! This is not doing me any good, I don’t need your help, you cannot offer me this.” “Ok, you are right. May your journey be a safe one!” says the lady as Freya takes her lamp and storms out of the room.

As she walks out of the room, Freya’s feet slide on the floor. She looks down and sees that the floor is all covered in blood and the blood is falling from the walls. She approaches one and puts her hand through the cascade of blood and touches something. She reached the lamp higher to see what she has found. To her surprise, it was a naked woman’s body. She looks higher to see if the woman is still alive. She was dead. A screaming sound inside her head makes her drop her lamp on the floor. “Help us! We’re more like this, like you!” She feels like her head is going to explode in pain. She picks up her lamp and looks on another wall and sees more women like the one she just touched before.

“You are marked, Freya! You are here now to do something bigger than you think. Don’t give up, no matter what!” She hears another voice coming from the wall but sees none of the dead bodies move.

“Freyaaaaaa!!! I know where you are! I know how you think! I control you, Freya!” she hears the voice of the man again getting closer. She can no longer run as fast as she did because she fears slipping on the bloody floor. The smell is so thick that it makes her feel dizzy. She looks behind and sees the man just in front of her raising his hand at her. He knocks her on the floor and her lamp breaks. “Admit it, Freya, admit it, you are a bitch! You wanna hurt me!” Freya looks at him from the ground. “You must be joking me! You hit me and you say I want to do that you? Why don’t you take a closer look in the mirror?” She gets up and he approaches her: “Freya, sorry, I never meant to hurt you, my intentions were always good. I am so sorry! You have no idea how much it hurts me that I did this to you!” Freya takes a step back and smiles to him: “Oh yes, of course! You dropped something, by the way!” says she pointing to the floor. He picks up an object and looks at it. “What is this?” he asks her. “Come on, you know… it’s the remote control!” she answers almost bursting into laughter. “So what? I don’t get it. It’s a remote…. It’s not mine.” says the man. Freya sighs and rolls her eyes. “I guess I did think you are smarter than you are, or maybe I thought for a moment that I was less intelligent than I am. Look on the back of the remote!” It read: “REMOTE BRAIN CONTROL”. The man looks petrified at first and then start smiling: “This is a joke, right, Freya?” “No, it’s not!” says she and a golden light comes out from her forehead melting the remote control in his hands. “You’re crazy, I told you to stay away from these things, that you will go mad!” says the man. “The remote is gone, and your games don’t work anymore. I no longer fear you or the things you did to my head.” Freya’s chest starts shinning in golden light and another ray of light comes from above making Freya disappear from the hallway, right after she tells to the man: “Through me, aoens will speak!”


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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