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.
Her eyes open. She thinks to herself a new day has come. She looks up and sees the ceiling made of metal. She tries to get up and hits her head on it. Freya looks around and notices she is in a metal tube. “Damn, where am I am and how did I end up here?” she asks herself. She starts crawling through the metal tube in search of an exit on all fours. As she’s advancing the tube starts feeling different, softer and the more she moves it become moist but cold. The tube now makes moves by itself and she feels like she’s being carried herself by it.
“Ssssseeee, Freya! You’ve been ssssswallowed!” she hears a voice from inside the tube she is in, like the tube itself spoke to her.
“Who are you?” she asks. No answer comes to her question. Suddenly, she starts feeling the place getting smaller and touching her skin. She looks at herself and notices she’s naked. The place now feels more like a cast dressing her whole body. It doesn’t clench her but fits her like a second skin. She feels more comfortable and all shame she was feeling from seeing herself naked alone in a place she had no idea how she got herself into or how to get out, is gone. She feels warm and reaches her hands up. She moves in a crawl fascinated by the all that she is feeling and by how natural her movements now feel.
The body advances and sees a light in front of her. She crawls out and touches the ground with her hands. Freya looks behind and realizes the tube she was in is a huge snake. The snake looks at her doing a hissing sound.
“Freya, you have the opportunity to be free now!” says the snake looking her right in the eyes. She hides her look in the ground full of fear.
“I don’t know how!” she confesses to the snake looking down feeling how shame gets the best of her. She looks at him smiling, changing the subject rapidly: “And how can you speak, you are but a snake?!”
“Freya, my dear, I thought you must have figured it out by now that here nothing isssss asssss it ssssseemsssss!”
“Yesssss, you are right!” says her surprised by the fact she was doing the same hissing sound as the snake while speaking.
“You sssssee, my dear, you lossssst yourssssself into me. It’sssss time for you to find your own voice and path, though in the beginning It might look very frightening. I underssssstand you, but you are not and will never be alone. You will find along your path guidesssss who will help you along your way. It’sssss time for you to go live and find yourssssself. Give yourssssself the chance!” says the snake.
Freya starts shedding tears of pain and says: “Please don’t leave me!” The snake comes crawling towards her and wraps itself around her feet and lifts its head to the height of her head.
“My dear, can you feel your feet on the ground now? Keep them there and asssssk for help from guidesssss when you cannot!” Its double tongue comes out of its mouth and hands her a key in shape of a heart. Freya stops crying and takes the key from the snake’s tongue and holds it close to her chest.
“Thisssss key will fit all the locked doorsssss in this realm, in yourssssself! It’sssss yoursssss to keep for eternity!” says the snake right before it untangles itself from her feet and leaves Freya standing with her bare feet on the moist and warm grass. “Will I ever see you again?” she shouts without moving.
“I will forever be a part of you that you cannot deny!” she hears the snake’s voice from the distance.
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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