About
Yogini · Women’s Temple Keeper · Creator of Shakti Yoga
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Hi, I’m Jasmine Rose.
I’m Jasmine Rose — yogini, temple keeper, and a guide for women in unearthing their deep inner power and the ecstatic embodiment that I believe is our natural state.
I combine the ancient wisdom teachings of yoga in relationship to Mother Nature and her rhythms and cycles — of which we are inherently a part. Through the portal of the womb and a devotion to the Mystery, I connect women with their inner power, wisdom, sensitivity, sensuality and passion.
I have a passion for bringing women together, and I am always in awe of the healing and awakening that happens when we gather. I walk beside women to fully claim their inner power, pleasure, creativity and wisdom — in full alignment with their heart and womb.
I am the creatress of Shakti Yoga, a women’s temple keeper and guardian of the womb as a portal to the deep feminine mysteries. I am based in Upper Brookfield, Brisbane, Australia, on Jagera and Turrbal country.
Yes — Rose really is my last name. You can read about how the name came to be here on my blog.
My Path as Yogini
I’ve been practising yoga since 2008, when I was 21 years old. I had just returned from a sojourn in France and was in my final year of university. Yoga became an essential part of my week as I managed the stress of completing my honours degree — whilst navigating the anguish of my first (and not last!) broken heart. And every broken heart has been an initiation that opened me to greater love.
Three years later I took my yoga teacher training, and there was literally no looking back. My focus shifted completely from the material to the spiritual and I began a daily meditation practice. I felt the first stirrings of kundalini shakti awakening. I started teaching yoga in 2011 and fell into the profession naturally and with ease. I felt I’d found my calling.
I eventually left my professional job as a project officer — following a close call with death in a car accident — and answered the irresistible call to Nepal, India and Bali. Three power places that feel like Motherlands of my soul.
When I returned in 2013 I started teaching yoga full time and built my own yoga business. I had no idea what was waiting for me.
Enter: The Dark Goddess
The year 2013 was the year I was confronted with my inner demons. This was my second dark night of the soul — but this one carried particularly powerful potential for transformation. Mostly around my tendency to project my deep desire for union onto whichever man I decided was “the one.”
After a few years of disembodied spirituality — what I call “love and light” syndrome — Kali tapped on my shoulder and had me see some very inconvenient destructive patterns that were playing out. This was bitter medicine to swallow, and there was a lot of purging to be done. This was the year everything fell apart. It had to.
In the throes of a descent I wondered if I would ever emerge from, the Goddess threw me a lifeline — a thread I follow to this day. Had I not been so desperate, I may never have bothered following it. And so I am deeply grateful for all that unfolded.
The death of identity and delusions was painful but necessary — and this was also the birth of something very beautiful. It set me onto a path that opened wide before me.
Through grace, I ended up living on a piece of land in nature — where I still live today. An incredibly safe and healing place to rest into the arms of the Great Mother, and piece by piece, call all parts of myself home.
Embraced By Nature: Coming Home into My Body
Out of the rubble, I emerged from the ashes more fully myself. This wasn’t the last descent — and I’ve come to fully respect and honour the cycles of life. The necessity of death for rebirth, which nature continues to teach me. The way the crucible of transformation reveals the diamond that would not exist were it not for the heat and intense pressure.
As I aligned with the rhythms and cycles of nature, adopted an Ayurvedic lifestyle and devoted myself to my spiritual practice, my whole system began to rejuvenate — slowly but surely.
Meanwhile, I began to experience a more intense phase of my kundalini awakening. Through meeting a beloved and respected teacher, I had context for what was happening — and I knew to trust the process.
The Nun Years
The solitude I found in my forest abode was bliss — especially for the part of me that is incredibly sensitive and introverted. My nervous system found reprieve after the stress of all that had come to pass.
I found great refuge in my ascetic tendencies and belonged to a spiritual community I was incredibly devoted to. I did what was needed to be approved of — to belong.
I renounced so much of the world at this time. I chased out-of-body experiences and spiritual highs while trying to shut out my feelings — and especially my sexuality. I practised celibacy, as recommended by my spiritual teachers at the time.
As I now know — what gets pushed into the subconscious will play out in our lives until we learn the necessary lessons and integrate those parts of ourselves.
I played the part of the austere yogini — composed and contained — while in secret I would run naked in the forest, lose myself in the beauty of a flower, and experience the kind of absorption in an instant that yogis meditate for hours to access. I doubted my experiences because they didn’t match the ideals upheld by the spiritual community I was in. It was confusing, and I experienced a great deal of inner conflict.
I am passionate and deeply feeling by nature. I started to feel ashamed of the intensity of my emotions — emotions I couldn’t control. My choice to be celibate was deeply challenged when I experienced an intense chemistry with a man who was “off-limits.”
Kali wasn’t done with me yet. Her fierce grace descended, and there were deeper layers to be uncovered. It was humbling — and yet I was learning to surrender and to trust.
During this initiation I spent three weeks on deep retreat in the Goan jungle with one of my teachers, Clive Sheridan. I had a very distinct moment of clarity — the veils lifted, and I realised how completely I had lost touch with my own inner authority.
In pursuit of purity, I had lost touch with the innocence of my instincts. What I thought was a path leading to liberation was actually keeping me bound. This was a huge revelation.
I sharpened my sword and decided to cut free from the ways I was bound — reclaiming the power and authority I had given away. It didn’t happen overnight. It was a long process of undoing over many months — one that, on some level, I am still undergoing.
Rebellion — Wild Woman Awakening
I had to break free. There was a wild woman in me screaming to be uncaged. My womb commanded that I pay her attention — and search literally inside myself, rather than constantly looking outside to a man or spiritual teacher as my source of wisdom or love.
Landing back in my body and on the earth was abrupt at first — and yet it was an awakening I had never anticipated. Some call this a feminine awakening. It dawned upon me that my path was one of embodiment — not enlightenment. And yet that awakening was possible through the body.
The more I came into my body, the more I yearned for intimacy — especially with women. I realised that the intimacy I yearned for would only be possible if I revealed the truth of who I am.
It was time to come out of hiding and be seen. I gradually started to reveal more of the truth of my experiences, without censorship — sometimes in radical ways, like teaching yoga in a dress, or putting pictures of myself in nature on the internet.
Divine Feminine Embodiment
As I embraced my femininity and womanhood, I naturally and magnetically attracted women’s circles, erotic dance classes for women, kindred sisters, and extraordinary teachers and books that could support and guide me through this twist in the plot.
I dedicated hours to studying and practising sacred sexuality — which interestingly had me practise celibacy again, but with a completely different intention. As I tended to my womb, my menstrual cycle became natural and easeful, and I discovered the power and magic of my blood.
I learnt the art of grounding and chose the radical act of resting deeply — rather than pushing through — again and again, as my body’s wisdom became increasingly available. My creative energy began to surge, which I channelled into my writing and teaching.
I attracted healthier relationships, satisfying friendships with women, and a sense of belonging in my community.
During my time in nature, movements began spontaneously expressing through me — and these became what I now teach as Shakti Yoga.
There is much more to this story, which I will reveal piece by piece through my writings and musings. If you have any questions or parts of the story you’d like me to expand on — just ask.