Confessions is a Lucid Body community art project where people submit an anonymous confession to be honored in a short film.
Submit your confession here!
Please take a moment and think about the action that has burdened your spirit the most. Write it down here with as much detail as you feel it deserves, and we will place it in our selection box.
Our Lucid Impact actors will then choose a selection of confessions which will be filmed, each separately, creating a portrait of that confession.
These portraits will be posted here on this site. Not all confessions will be able to be filmed. We are basing this project on the concept that regret and guilt for past actions can create ill-health in an individual, spiritually, physically and emotionally. The act of confessing your action, no matter how seemingly small an action, will lighten the body and help reinvigorate the spirit.
The process of “acting” these anonymous secrets, gives the actor the opportunity to find the part of herself capable of this action, and by interpreting the confession of her body, there will be some sort of human exchange. An understanding. A forgiveness.
Your story is my story.
Thank you for sharing yourself. Ultimately it will help someone else to unburden themselves, and like Dominos, there will be an avalanche of regret hitting the earth and freeing our joy!
I met my soulmate and lover at age 15, and we were a beacon of light and love. There is nothing i would not do for him, i gave him every part of my heart and spirit. But my body strayed, and i sought experiences outside of him. Some deem this cheating. I hoped the greater spirits wouldn’t agree. Now being without him feels like crashing down to earth for the first time. I regret sacrificing the purity he held me in, i regret hurting him so personally. I regret my own stupidity in believing that our souls transcend the physical realm. I regret my naivety that true love conquers this fragmented, closed, decided world.
Everyone thinks I’m so happy but I’m so lonely. I have no family. No husband. My friends are always busy. I’m afraid I’ll die alone.
My sister/best friend is pregnant with her first child and I am NOT happy for her. I don’t have any children and I can’t help but think about how this will effect me . . . I feel like I will lose a little bit of her, of our friendship. I don’t think it will ever be quite the same. I wish she would just wait. I wish she wasn’t pregnant. I wish I could stop time for a bit.
I would like to be with someone, a lover, a partner, but I keep choosing to be alone. I look forward to coming home alone. Maybe I am having a love affair with myself. I plan meals for myself, buy sexy clothes so I feel good walking down the street. I , well, maybe once I figure out how to love myself, I can love someone else with as much care.
I think that I secretly want to live on a mountain top by myself and be visited only by the spirits of the full moon once a month. Ok maybe a lover would be nice too.