Mobile Confessional

A brief story on why I created this & personal confession

Have you ever been ghosted, gaslit, worn a scarlet letter , been hidden, cancelled , erased, or left in the shadows of a veil? Have you ever felt your voice swallowed, yourself chained to invisibility, been judged , labeled , and misunderstood? Have you ever been buried in the recesses and cave of hidden truths ? Have you carried the weight of what it means to worry about an emoji heart on a post, or worry your like on another may be too visible, or grow anxious when it seems a cycle of invisibility just won’t ever end? Have you ever been the waters that hold desire — and become the mirror for it ? Have you ever questioned your sanity when truth is tainted ? Have you ever watched others look at you with terror in their eyes because you contain a seed of truth they can’t see ?

I have. It’s not an easy place to be but the gift in all these experiences is that there comes a point where what others think of you no longer matters. When humiliation becomes so great , the only thing left is to no longer care — not in an apathetic , wounded egoic sort of way — but a compassionate and empowered position , where you realise that the very thing that is left invisible is only hidden because it is real …

For this reason , I’ve created this art work : it is a way for me to honour my own past experience and bring it outside the personal and into the collective experience . Because my experience is not isolated — it is a common phenomena & quite normal : enact before embodiment .

I do not regret playing this role : it has allowed me to arrive to a point where I no longer seek validation from others nor take personally others actions . I now walk across any stage ( IRL , performed , or digital ) with confidence and faith in my own wholeness , validity , and love . I am compassionate towards the deep wounds I see all around me ; exemplified through social media , amplified in political betrayals , and codified in personal exchanges . The world around me is broken and buzzing with hidden truths. I see them and all I can do is break my heart open even more. Not to placate or accept this pain but to transmute it and have compassion for all — to understand that someone else’s state is simply a reflection of the level of self awareness of where they are at & to embody the wholeness I wish to see in others in myself :

This is in part why I created Mobile Confessionals : because I wanted to offer people a safe space to be completely honest with themselves without fear of judgement , curated feeds , or buried truths . The Mobile Confessionals offers others the chance to explore their hidden selves safely and without judgement or expectations . It holds space to breathe out the pain kept tightly wound within . All that is shared during my performances is kept secret and sacred between me and the “confessor”. I do not offer advice or bleed into an experience of my own expectations or desires — but instead simply reflect back what is shared through coded subtext.

Being hidden is hard , but hiding truth leads to dis-ease . By creating this Mobile Confessional , I seek to offer others the chance to heal the part of them that lives behind the veil and is set inside an underworld of chains .

Forget the labels , the costumes , the phases : come inside and look within . Join me inside the Confessional . Your sacred truth leads to your liberation . At least it has for me and mine .

Alien

In every mythological arc there is a moment where the protagonist must lose everything ( descending into the darkness and roots of things and underworld cave or womb ) in order to be reborn : it's become a cliche , but the liminal stage in alchemy where all traditions once served with reverence and devotion become dogmatic obligation and duty , is a normal chapter in the hero's journey . This is never a bad thing , but when observed from above - is a simple pattern and stage in the integration of self .

When we are children , our innocence and purity of imagination and creative embodiment hold no hindrances , conditions , boundaries , or judgement . As a child , I was Princess Gaga and when my mother took me to dance class at 4 , I proudly introduced myself as this because that's whom I was . This defiance - or brazen impudence - found in children is what allows these beautiful pure creatures to exist in a realm between veils ; the world of imagination - from which all reality is rooted in . Anything within our physical reality including myth of self , identity , roles , stories we live through - is a direct result of our sub and unconscious belief systems . Through feeling ( inner and outer ) we embody these beliefs externally then projected onto the 3d screen of life .

Many times there is dissonance within this bridge : a chord that is out of tune , a key or note unsupported or alone for each of our unique Soul-songs ...

This happens when the pure innocent childlike wonder is stinted , betrayed through revealing that it was all a lie , or told it is wrong .

When my mother witnessed me introducing myself as Princess Gaga - she didn't correct me and tell me no , she smiled and said , "yes this is Gabrielle , and she is Princess Gaga" - in this way , she acknowledged my reality and wisdom , while also gently introducing me to the reality I was now living into : Gabrielle .

Similarly , when I found out Santa Claus was possibly not real - I spoke to my mother and she gently told me , that he was and is real within me and her and my father , even if he wasn't physically present , his spirit is real . That was all I needed and I never let go then of my imaginative beliefs - instead , I knew life was much bigger than the structural cage I was born into- it was simply a costume I wore during the day and stripped away at night : in this way I learned to swim through life as a waking dream my Soul was experiencing and my mind witnessing . I learned how not to then be attached to the changing iteration of self : for it was not real - just makeup my imagination ( Soul ) wanted played out . Serious play . Everything became fun then , light , joyful - because the physical body was a magnificent tool and temple full of sensory antennae ( taste , sight , smell , memory , emotion , digestion , touch , etc ) that allowed my imagination to fully experience and embody my dreams : blossom .

I believe all is possible :

My father and mother taught me this . My father through health of physical body and how we are all made of energy ( Sproutman ) . My mother through radical esoteric intellect and wisdom of mind .

I believe at times - if we look beyond the mundane , contemporary , or outdated structural framework of societal beliefs artificially injected into us , we can find the golden glue that connects and binds us back into wholeness and integration of self . Our shadows and the difficult stories we experience in life are normal stages of the integration process and hero's journey ( Joseph Campbell ) - by losing what we know innately , we return to it with adult consciousness and awareness and compassion . It is the figure 8. The lemniscate . The knot is the crux : the crux is the way to bend on through ..

To suffer or experience loss and sacrifice is to have compassion - com(with)- passion (suffer with) another (self). By losing it - we return to it ... it's that simple - though incredibly abstract and only really makes sense in living through it ...

I left the roots of my family because I needed to have perspective on this beautiful origin story . I took up smoking in Paris , ate pasta and drank red wine , I turned the world into my textbook and the interweb into my imagination . By divorcing myself from my roots - I discovered perspective on the proverbial elephant that is life - I also found disease , fear , anxiety , comparison , judgement , false borders , lunacy . This is important . By brushing up against these callous states - I returned to my essence - because the costumes felt constricting , tight , false , heavy ... but with a new awareness different than I had in childhood - a wisdom that can only come through compassion of self and other : forgiveness - and thus - change .

Sometimes , living into false narratives was never false . It was just a stage in development of the arc in the myth of self .

When others in our outside reality cannot accept ours or the natural progression in development of self — it often means our time with them has past ; for they do not love or see us as we are now — only as a static figure of their own perception or past ....

Hate or an inability to accept change - is simply "love in dissonance : distorted" ( Rupert Spira ) - it is the desire to have that which it labels with fear or non acceptance .

When we embrace that which we fear or hate , transcendence occurs : because the realisation is always that it is already within and so no need of external validation exists ... that's when everything changes

I burned this painting .

Why ? Because , by letting go of the vessel for the mythic archetype I had found - taking away its pedestal - I was able to integrate its beauty within me and change , now charged . Through this act , the mythic creature returned to me : snake rising - shedding skins - integrating itself into renewed wholeness ..

“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom” Shakespeare. Sonnet 116

#stayalien

Written 5 May 2025

[ musings in continuation ]

Dear friends near & far , strangers known & unknown , humans both alien & home :

I’m taking this digital space to begin to unravel my voice & project it inside a neutral platform that will not judge nor demand of me - to take up too little or tell me I am too much or should remain hidden

what is voice ?

what is a stage ?

what is real , radical , & wild [ love ] & what is a charade or masked , pontificated truth ?

what is courage [ vulnerability ] & what is dressed-up fear wearing commodified strength ?

these are questions I will be quietly & reflectively exploring in a series of blogs here on my website . I will do my very best to remain open & keep each blog post anchored inside my personal physical experiences as a being living through these overarching common human stories of disbandment vs home , voicebox vs boxed-voice , stages as safely contained spaces vs strictly constrained places , binary actions vs non binary intraactions , digital glitches as fissures for freedom vs exits for escapism , etc , etc .

Currently off social media & generally remaining quite quiet in my professional life due to a personal experience that has entirely ‘cracked me open’ , I wanted to use this space as an opportunity to express that which i’ve been keeping hidden inside myself since the completion of my final Scroll in 2017 - because of fear that my presence may cause disruption , or rupture the other’s carefully curated sense of self and identity or that my perspective or voice was worth little in comparison to the other .

While I will be exploring very personal experiences through these blog posts , I will also remain sensitive to the individuals in my stories - as this is irrelevant anyways - since the overarching themes I experience are actually quite common and I believe many will resonate with them . Therefore - names , dates , & particularities are obliterated - only archetypes , timelessness , & ideals will remain in my stories … at the same time , I will remain naked in my expression of these experiences ~ so that “you” [ whoever “you” , dear reader are ] can perhaps find a piece of your own making through the shattered pieces of mine : now being woven whole ….

[ & also because - tis the month for pride ]

Recently , there was a remake made of my favorite Disney movie - the little mermaid . In the original story written by Hans Christian Andersen , the Little Mermaid remains nameless , as does the Sea Witch , the Prince , and the other characters … Disney gave them names and they became caricatures of their former selves . Andersen kept them without so the reader could experience themselves more easily through the characters of the tale .

Similarly ; as a very young child I played with & loved my faceless , shapeless , bendable , genderless cloth dolls & when my dear aunt gave me plastic barbies I graciously accepted but was secretly so horrified by them - I cut off their hair , ripped off their heads , and shoved them under the bathroom sink . I did this with the bathroom door locked , and never told the story to anyone till an adult .

Andersen’s Little Mermaid has of course many interpretations & all are experienced as true by the reader ( as is the magick of myth or fairytale ) but the one I find the most interesting is that the Little Mermaid is an allegorical love story between Andersen & the man he loved [ Edvard Collin ]- beyond the hard evidence through the letters exchanged between the two - this makes the most sense to me - as it is a story around “forbidden” love , a strong desire to transform identity ( gender~ ie. fishtail to human ) in order to be acceptable , loss & sacrifice of voice in order to fit into societal norms , etc etc .

My story is similar . And I intend to use this blog space to share my hidden [ underwater/subtextual ] tale [ tail ] with all of you through my musings & artwork I am currently brewing . Much is happening and i’m excited to share my continued VALISE wanderings here …

sea you in the waves soon ,

Gabrielle Victoria Meyerowitz