A SPROUTed Soul Memoir & Living Manifesta

I’ve always belonged to the in-between.
Heaven in one wing, fire in the other—
not torn between opposites,
but born to be the thread that weaves them whole.

These images…are more than a reflection.
They’re remembrance.
Some Armor-clad. Blood-streaked. Radiant in defiance.
Not broken. Not bowed.
But standing—because 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 side—
We are meant to become the bridge!

👑 The Inner Resurrection

The white wing holds our softness—
compassion unkillable, even when buried and battered.
The black wing holds our fire—
grief-turned-gold, forged in the furnace of survival.

My sword is made of TRUTH—
heavy with everything I had to sever to see clearly.
And the black leather glove that holds it?
It’s not just armor. It’s sacred discernment.
It’s the angelic stealth that comes from sitting at the Holy Right Hand of Spirit—
the wisdom to wield power without wounding.

My hair—split—isn’t for show.
It’s 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.

🕯 The Trinity of Self

I am Jypze Nyx—the Earth Angel weaving healing spells.
I am Lucia Lilith—the dark feminine fire.
I am Isa’Rose—the 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 mostly—
I am unboxed.
Unnamed.
Unfolding.

🌱 The Outer Mission: SPROUT from Darkness

SPROUT from Darkness was never just a brand.
It’s a soul mission.
A blooming from the unseen.
A gathering space for those who don’t fit—
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.
It’s about remembering your magical mess.
It’s about wielding your story like a lantern through the dark.

We don’t rise above the wound—
we root in it.
We don’t bypass—
we transmute.
We don’t erase the past—
we write our names into it.

✨ A Mirror, Not a Map

So if you’re reading this—
and you’ve ever felt:
Too much.
Too loud.
Too tender.
Too strange...

Welcome. You’re in the right place.

This is a garden where grief becomes compost.
Where purpose is unearthed in the ruins.
Where your shadow isn’t your shame—
it’s your signal.

SPROUT from Darkness is a homecoming.
A call back to the soul you’ve always been beneath the forgetting.

There’s no map here.
Only mirrors.
And maybe…
that’s all we ever needed.

So take a breath, traveler.
Drop your mask at the door.
You don’t have to split yourself anymore.

This is where we become whole.

Welcome to the in-between.
Welcome to the bloom.
Welcome home. 🌱