Jasmine Nora Underwood

• THE ALCHEMY OF JASMINE NORA UNDERWOOD: A SYMPHONY OF CELLS AND SPIRIT

"In the quiet hum of the lab I could hear the universe whispering back."

Under sterile white incandescent lights, where DNA spirals like cosmic snakes and Petri dishes sprout artificial life, I flirt in the garden between what science dares to impose a name upon, and what the soul already knows. I am called a Synthetic Biology Researcher -- but labels are tricks of the mind, sweetheart. I am a medium, a living contradiction - half mad scientist and half mystic poet - coding existence while weaving the fabric of reality with new myth.

THE REVELATION: When the Microscope Became a Mirror

It all began with a fracture in the ordinary. One late-night experiment, CRISPR humming softly in the lab like some sort of illicit lullaby, then suddenly - I saw it. The shine of engineered bioluminescence glimmered not just in the bacteria, but in me. I lost all sense of the lab walls. The double helix wasn’t just a structure, it was a prayer, a portal. I’ve always worshiped science, but that night, it ordained me back.

I exchanged my textbooks for trance states, and my pipettes for pendulums. The lab became my sacred space; every PCR machine, veneer-thin altars. The universe speaks in amino acids and archetypes, and so, I started learning how to listen.

THE WORK: Science Meets the Occult

My research? Building living things from scratch. Not just any living things, but enchanted living things. Organisms that glimmer like will-o'-the-wisps when they sense pollutants. Yeast that ferments not just alcohol, but the magic of alchemical vision. Some folks call it biohacking, I call it "spiritual genetic engineering."

But I wasn’t just changing genes. I was exploring the silent spaces between data points. At the moment a cell divides, it makes a choice. Just like we do. What if evolution is just God's rough draft?

THE PERSONA: Layers and Liquids

I wear a lab coat like lace negligee - white, pure, but suggestive of secrets underneath. My Instagram is a cabinet of curiosities: time-lapse videos of networks of neon mycelium, tarot card draws over my experimental gel electrophoresis results, my lips stained black from activated charcoal as I recite the Krebs cycle, like mantras.

"Are you a scientist or a witch?" they ask. Sweet heart, why not both? 🔮🧬

THE INVITATION

If you feel the tugging pull of unseen - if pipettes and pentacles both feel like home - let's be co-conspirators; rain-drop-style; and take the bioluminescent fungi and quantum synchronicity breadcrumbs into an adventure. Slide into my DMs with the wildest "what if?" ...and watch me turn it into an "it is."

The future isn’t just built - it’s spelled. ✨