The Hermippus Doctrine:
How an 18th-Century Satire Became a Modern Nightmare —
Just a few minutes to take a brief look at something that popped in as I sat in meditation — a book of which I was aware in 1967 through my book trading business in Hollywood.
In 1743, a strange book emerged from the murky libraries of Enlightenment England: Hermippus Redivivus: or, The Sage’s Triumph Over Old Age and the Grave. It was printed without a proper author’s name, attributed only to “A Person of Honour” — a coy and common pseudonym at the time. Behind that curtain stood John Campbell, a Scottish historian and biographer who specialized in sweeping accounts of famous men and speculative curiosities.
The book’s premise was equal parts satire, pseudoscience, and occult fantasy. Drawing inspiration from the ancient figure Hermippus, it suggested that extreme longevity could be achieved by inhaling the breath of young women — absorbing their vitality through proximity, their “vital airs” acting as a kind of life elixir. The tone danced between irony and sincerity, just enough ambiguity to let it slip into both respectable salons and shadowy backrooms.
And while most readers saw it as intellectual jest — a parody of medical hubris and alchemical fads — others took it differently. Some took it seriously. Some acted on it.
Because even in 1743, this book didn’t fall into the world alone.
Enter the Hellfire Club.
Founded by Sir Francis Dashwood, the Hellfire Club was no mere boys’ night out. Operating under various names, including the “Monks of Medmenham” and “The Friars of St. Francis of Wycombe,” it was a carefully curated environment of elite hedonism. They met in gothic caves, candlelit chambers, and Roman-style ruins where rituals parodied Catholic mass, Bacchic orgies were masked as philosophy, and classical texts — whether sacred or satirical — were mined for fuel.
This was no accident. The Hellfire Club was a philosophical playground for the ruling class, where youth was currency, decadence was a sacrament, and texts like Hermippus Redivivus were treated not as fiction — but as blueprints. What the public laughed at, they reenacted.
In this setting, a book like Hermippus Redivivus became more than satire. It became scripture. And like all dangerous scriptures, it endured.
Fast forward two and a half centuries.
On a private island in the Caribbean, surrounded by guards, scientists, and teenage girls, Jeffrey Epstein built his own Hellfire sanctuary. There were no powdered wigs, but the rituals remained: youth as fuel, control as power, and secrecy as sacrament. Epstein wasn’t just a predator. He was a builder of myth — constructing a modern cult of longevity, eugenics, and transhumanism, backed by billionaires and cloaked in intellectualism.
Somewhere along the way — maybe through a facsimile, maybe through a private rare book dealer — Epstein discovered Hermippus Redivivus. Or rather, the idea of it. He saw the breath of youth not as a joke, but as a justification. A metaphysical green light. A forgotten manual, passed down through elite channels, now activated in full.
The “Hermippus Doctrine”, as it might be called now, isn’t about medicine. It’s about ritualized parasitism, dressed in Enlightenment garb. It was the same idea the Hellfire Club performed in the caves of Wycombe — and the same logic that played out behind the locked doors of Epstein’s estate.
Here’s the cruel irony: Hermippus Redivivus was written as satire. It was mocking the very kind of hubris and grotesque belief system that Epstein ultimately embodied. But history — especially in the hands of the powerful — has a dark habit of missing the punchline.
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Enough. I’ve made my point. It’s time now to take a look at art as a transmission, a healing and as an invisible form of home, recreation and workplace protection. Join our bidding circle on zoom!
Art from a Living Human Hand
No, these are not digital prints.
They are NOT AI generations.
Nor are they some sort of algorithmic hallucinations.
These are works made by a human hand — my hand — trained at Otis Art Institute in classical and modern methods, grounded in the eye and discipline of the old academies, and honed across decades of living inquiry, meditation, and vision.
Every print, every painting, every brushstroke carries the signature of a human painter — not just the name, but the presence behind it. That matters.
Because these pieces aren’t just art — they’re spatial stabilizers.
Each image is designed to anchor the energy of a room. Whether on paper, canvas, or board, once the piece is in place, it begins to work — holding space, balancing flow, softening jagged energy, and gently waking up the environment.
This is feng-shui not based on symbols but on frequency and higher levels of consciousness. On resonance. With your trained attention, the artwork protects your home, office, or place of business. Through the direct communication between eye, hand, and field, the space is made more gentle and peaceful.
Hang them anywhere — living room, kitchen, hallway, bathroom — especially the bathroom. Forgotten or neglected rooms can collect negative charge, but a single Dover Print can transform it into a sanctuary.
Dover Prints aren’t machine-created art just meant to fill space.
They’re intentional guardians, created for the exact purpose of tuning the space.
And when placed throughout a home, they begin to network, forming a harmonic field that steadies, protects, and uplifts.
This is art you can feel.
And here’s something unusual:
The Dover Prints are not for sale for any money.
They can’t be bought with dollars, euros, or crypto.
They are only available through direct trade — and only for Goldbacks.
Goldbacks don’t just magically appear in your bank account or your wallet.
Actually, your bank won’t take them and don’t have them or want them.
Even coin dealers mostly won’t take them … yet. Soon they will, but in the meantime, you’ll have to go through some sweat to find them at a fair price, and get them to us without paying a fortune in shipping.
If you’re in a foreign country, try buying your goldbacks through an American company, like Alpine, then have them drop-ship it to our address. Simple as that. The goldbacks stay in-country and the shipping is about ten bucks.
When you get to the zoom circle, I’ll talk you through it, if you’re still stuck.
Goldbacks are not — for the record, legal tender.
(It says so right on the thing.) THEY ARE NOT MONEY.
Goldbacks are a voluntary barter currency, made of real gold of a definite stated weight and purity — used by people who understand what trade actually means.
So no — you can’t just click “Buy Now.”
But if you’re holding Goldbacks, you’re holding the key to trading.
And if you’re in the Zoom Circle, you’re invited to something even more magical —
The Zoom Art Safari, where you’ll have the opportunity to trade goldbacks.
Here’s how it works: I go through stacks, folios, and hidden drawers in real time on my hard-drive. One by one I go through them.
You see something that lights you up? Type in the chat or just say out loud: “That one.”
I’ll stop, and go back and forth, to be sure I land on the right one, then I call off the file number to you, which you write down on your end, and we’ll also write down — under your name — on our end.
If you have goldbacks drop shipped directly to us, we eliminate 90% of the issues. Just email me or notify me in a zoom circle that you’ve done that. include the pieces you want in your email, and that’s it.
If you have the goldbacks actually in hand, you’ll want to send the goldbacks to us in a letter on which you’ll jot down the numbers of the pieces you want, and send that folded letter with the goldbacks tucked inside — you’ll ship it to us in a plain ordinary standard office style letter envelope.
Do NOT write “Gold shipment” on it or anything else. Just your return address and our address. That’s it. You can request a tracking number, that’s all right, but don’t insure it, that makes it a target.
You then email me that you’ve mailed the goldbacks and I’ll be on the watch for its arrival. Our post office is very friendly, but they sometimes miss or lose things, so we keep a close watch.
There will be no formal auctions, although for some items, like jewelry, where there’s only one of a kind, there will surely be auctions, to make it fair…
Real art, real trade, real fun.
Every piece in the game is just 1 Goldback — a pencil-signed, 8½” x 11″ color print on ultra-rare Dover paper, the same stock once used to restore ancient books. Protective, beautiful, impossible to counterfeit.
This is art made to protect space — and to flow through the real economy of trust, exchange, and intention, one piece at a time.
That’s why I make them.
That’s why they’re here.
And that’s why they work.
“Neither a lender nor a borrower be…”
You’re not buying anything and you’re not selling anything. You’re trading artwork for artwork.
Goldbacks are very pretty and generally well-designed works of art. They are NOT considered legal tender under U.S. law, and they’re not classified as money by the government.
They are voluntary barter currency — privately issued, made of actual gold (24k thin-layered within polymer), and used by mutual agreement in trade.
They’re not backed by the U.S. Treasury, Federal Reserve, or any bank.
In fact, each Goldback has printed on it: “Not legal tender.”
They’re totally legal to own and trade, but no one is required to accept them — it’s based on consent and community use.
In short: they’re gold, not money. And that’s exactly why they work so beautifully in direct exchange, like our Dover Print trading circle — no banks, no systems, just you and the other party in the field of agreement.
“It says right on the Goldback: not legal tender. That’s how you know it’s real.”
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