



A SPROUTed Soul Memoir & Living Manifesta
Iâve always belonged to the in-betweenâheaven in one wing, fire in the other.
I am the thread between shadow and shine. Not broken, but reforged. Not palatable, but whole.
This is more than an origin storyâitâs a sacred reveal. A soul memoir and living manifesta of who I am, what I carry, and why SPROUT from Darkness exists.
If youâve ever felt too much, too tender, too wild to be containedâthis is for you.
Come home to the story beneath your skin. Come home to the bloom. đąâ¨đĄď¸đĽđšđŞ˝
Iâve always belonged to the in-between.
Heaven in one wing, fire in the otherâ
not torn between opposites,
but born to be the thread that weaves them whole.
These imagesâŚare more than a reflection.
Theyâre remembrance.
Some Armor-clad. Blood-streaked. Radiant in defiance.
Not broken. Not bowed.
But standingâbecause we never stopped returning to Self.
We used to believe there was only one path to choose:
⨠Shadow or light
⨠Mystic or intellect
⨠Saint or storm
But we have come to know the truth:
I am the intersection. I am the becoming.
We were never meant to pick a sideâ
We are meant to become the bridge!
đ The Inner Resurrection
The white wing holds our softnessâ
compassion unkillable, even when buried and battered.
The black wing holds our fireâ
grief-turned-gold, forged in the furnace of survival.
My sword is made of TRUTHâ
heavy with everything I had to sever to see clearly.
And the black leather glove that holds it?
Itâs not just armor. Itâs sacred discernment.
Itâs the angelic stealth that comes from sitting at the Holy Right Hand of Spiritâ
the wisdom to wield power without wounding.
My hairâsplitâisnât for show.
Itâs not a trend.
It is a ritual. A reclamation.
A crown forged from contrast.
The visible claim of a woman who no longer lives in fragments,
but walks balanced between the divine and the demonic.
A declaration:
I am not here to be palatable.
I am here to be real.
đŻ The Trinity of Self
I am Jypze Nyxâthe Earth Angel weaving healing spells.
I am Lucia Lilithâthe dark feminine fire.
I am IsaâRoseâthe evolved soul reclaiming divine remembrance.
The Holy Trinity of Self.
I am all of them.
I am none of them.
I am more.
I am shine.
I am shadow.
I am soul.
But mostlyâ
I am unboxed.
Unnamed.
Unfolding.
đą The Outer Mission: SPROUT from Darkness
SPROUT from Darkness was never just a brand.
Itâs a soul mission.
A blooming from the unseen.
A gathering space for those who donât fitâ
because they were born to remake the mold.
It lives at the edge:
Where trauma meets triumph.
Where mystics sharpen swords beside scientists.
Where righteous rage is sacred,
and softness is strength.
This is not about healing into perfection.
Itâs about remembering your magical mess.
Itâs about wielding your story like a lantern through the dark.
We donât rise above the woundâ
we root in it.
We donât bypassâ
we transmute.
We donât erase the pastâ
we write our names into it.
⨠A Mirror, Not a Map
So if youâre reading thisâ
and youâve ever felt:
Too much.
Too loud.
Too tender.
Too strange...
Welcome. Youâre in the right place.
This is a garden where grief becomes compost.
Where purpose is unearthed in the ruins.
Where your shadow isnât your shameâ
itâs your signal.
SPROUT from Darkness is a homecoming.
A call back to the soul youâve always been beneath the forgetting.
Thereâs no map here.
Only mirrors.
And maybeâŚ
thatâs all we ever needed.
So take a breath, traveler.
Drop your mask at the door.
You donât have to split yourself anymore.
This is where we become whole.
Welcome to the in-between.
Welcome to the bloom.
Welcome home. đą
Where the Wound Blooms: The Garden Between Shadow and Soul
Rooted in the dark. Rising in truth.
To the Blooming One Who Would Not Be Buried. For the ones who carry both sword and seed,
If youâve ever felt too tender for this world and too fierce to stay silent, this space is for you.
SPROUT from Darkness is not about bypassing painâitâs about transmuting it.
We are the ones who remember that healing isnât linear. That shadow and soul are not enemies. That grief can become compost, and from the ruinsâpurpose grows.
In this garden of story, spirit, and self-reclamation, we donât skip the dark.
We grow from it.This is the beginning of your return.
⨠Welcome to the in-between.
⨠Welcome to the bloom.
⨠Welcome home.
đŻď¸đąâ¨ If youâve landed here, chances are your soul has been whispering truths your mind couldnât quite name.
Maybe youâve been burned by bypassing âlove and lightâ culture.
Maybe youâre carrying grief, rage, dreams, and purpose all at onceâ
and no one ever told you thatâs holy.
This is your reminder:
You were never too much.
You were multidimensional.
And this is your sanctuary.
đ What Is SPROUT from Darkness?
SPROUT from Darkness is more than a name.
Itâs a reclamation.
A bridge between trauma and transcendence, shadow and soul, science and spirit.
We honor the roots just as much as the bloom.
Here, we donât skip the dark. We grow from it.
đ¤ What Youâll Find in This Blog:
Soul Retrieval Stories â reflections on purpose, past lives, identity, and inner archetypes
Shadow Work Tools â sacred rage, ancestral healing, divine reclamation
Neurodivergent Wisdom â nonlinear brilliance, spiritual self-understanding, creative coping
Mysticism Meets Mind â blending spiritual awakening with psychology & science
Creative Testimonies â storytelling, voice, poetry, mirror magic, and embodied art
đ This Blog Is For You IfâŚ
đ Youâve felt broken by systems but never stopped seeking
⨠Youâre awakening to your spiritual power and donât want to lose your humanity in the process
đ You carry many identities and have been told to âjust pick oneâ
đ You know healing isnât linearâand neither are you
đď¸ You believe in reclaiming your soulâs truth through shadow and light
Youâll see me show up here as all parts of myself:
đ Lucia Lilithâ the shadow walker
𪽠Jypze Nyx â the angel in the grit
đš IsaâRose â the resurrected soul
A neurodivergent being reclaiming sacred purpose in a fragmented world.
I write to remember.
I write to resurrect.
I write so you remember youâre not alone.
So take a breath.
Stay as long as you like.
This is where you are seen.
This is where you rise.
Remember the Multidimensional Magic You Are
Welcome to the garden where nothing was wasted.
Welcome to the SPROUTed Soul Memoirs.