Awakening into the dream I enter the holy temple to partake of the morning ritual. Soon I will be waking up to the day of the modern world but first I want to start my day with the rich aroma of fresh brewed pure consciousness.
It was one of those early mornings in January, dang early in fact. It was an icy cold winter rain. I went out to start my car and warm it up before heading out for the work place. My lovely brand new European import, one of those sleek looking jobs you spend the rest of your life paying off. It didn’t start. ($@(__*&%$ (Language censored for the Internet.) I went back in the house and call a taxi.
The taxi arrived 8 min. after my call. The cab driver was a tall red head, her eyes were green, her lips were cool and warm at the same time. Like a frapachino in paradise. I’m the type of guy who notices such things. She looked at me with a bewitching smile and said, "Destination?"
It was early and I was not yet fully awake. I told her I need some hot java.
She just nodded, as if understanding me with rehearsed compassion and care.
I proceeded to suggest my favorite coffee house when my eyes became fixated on the back of the front seat. A sign there read, "Clairvoyant cab rides and psychic readings, $1. per minute".
"Java Springs" I said as if matter of fact. I felt a cold chill rush over me, the cab drivers gaze in the rearview mirror became an opalescent liquid silver splash of sparklett dust that reached out and surrounded me and went right through me. I felt my body quiver, there was a loud crack in the back of my head. I was rushing now, really rushing. My mind stretched out like one of those morph effects you might see on a cartoon or tech movie in the 90’s, really rushing.
Wamo! Whiplash, I was in the back seat of the taxi. The cab driver was opening the door for me. She said, “good morning and welcome to Java Springs.
I do not remember the car ever leaving my house, yet as looked out to where my house should have been, before me in big neon lights read the words, "Java Springs, brewing higher consciousness since 1892".
Now I’m sitting here at Java Springs with my cup of morning thought. I am not quite clear as to how I got here, was it the crystals in the coffee, the aroma or both? All I can tell you is that Java Springs brews the best consciousness I've ever tasted.
Through the use of music and metaphor, Jas weaves a tail of intrigue and transformation. His stories and songs touch at a deep heart level of understanding. There is always a lightness, an air of humor to his talks, performances and presentations. 
Traveling though a sea of stars. Emerging from the event horizon. Bestowed with an extraordinary gift from the Muse. Jas strives to challenge the complacent minds, inspire the open ones, tweak the twisted and crack the rigid.