Yorachelved  
​The Great Mother, Goddess of Compassion and the Hardhearted

​Yorachelved's two heads moves flexibly, changing shape and position on her octopus-like body composed of an infinite number of arms. Her height is average, perhaps even short, and her two bright, mature faces radiate warmth. Yorachelved is a lump of dough dripping with the smell of yeast and jasmine soap, ready and summoned at any moment to melt the hardhearted and the scorched earth with a look and a hand gesture. 

Anyone who looks into her eyes is filled with compassion. Anyone who responds to her hand gesture is filled with hope. She is indestructible: her spirit will never fall, she is the factory, the source and the essence of life.

​Yorachelved's secret lies in the silence between stormy emotions. She reveals it only to those who are willing to stop and listen, only to those who are willing to lay their stone heart in the field and let the rainwater melt it. 

​Quietly, in her private space, she will tear off one of her dough hands, knead it long and carefully, blow out her secret as its filling, place it in the oven, and then serve a jasmine-scented compassion cookie.

​Yorachelved gives her cookies to anyone who asks for them, and her hands always grow back to five times their size. If there is no demand, Yorachelved will sit very patiently and wait, and wait, and wait, until  infinity.