Hang any Dover Print on the wall, near your desk, kitchen, or wherever you spend some time each day.
Play the Guardian track at least once. once. Just once around to the top of the cycle is all that’s actually needed. Continue reading
These aren’t just prints. They’re not decoration, not filler, not art for art’s sake.
Each Dover Edition print is a loaded gate— drawn or painted by a living artist, charged through decades of training, intention, and transmission. When you stare into one, it stares back. And if you linger… it begins to open.
These inductions aren’t imagination games. They’re Work tools. Real doorways. A direct route to the Stillness, the God-State, the Contact. All you need is the print, a quiet moment, and your fullest possible attention.
If you were to sit down and really stare at one of the Dover prints—not glance, not admire, but truly gaze—you’d likely trigger a few layers of experience, especially given your wiring and your training. We’re talking on the order of crystal gazing here… Let’s break it down: Continue reading
It all starts with a simple trade. One Goldback for one Dover Print. Seems simple. Sure….
But there’s much more to it. Continue reading
When the world starts cracking — when headlines burn, when truth feels slippery, and the air itself hums with dread — some people rush to stockpile food, fuel, weapons.
Others? They search for a single moment of stillness.
A breath. Continue reading
Hop on Gorby’s Art Tour — you choose the vibe, Gorby brings the art, and the crowd helps you find your piece. Most prints are just one Goldback — that’s $6.50. It’s a vibe, not a sale.
Gorby’s Art Tour
It’s more than just a pretty picture — it’s a shared moment of discovery.
Looking for something personal? Unexpected? Maybe even transformative? Continue reading
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. Continue reading
[INT. FEDERAL COURTROOM – DAY]
JUDGE MARSHALL (stern, unblinking):
Let the record show we are now entering Exhibit 47-B — the so-called “Birthday Letter.”
(Gasps ripple through the gallery.)
PROSECUTOR (MS. ELLISON):
Your Honor, we call attention to the typed text, believed to be authored or approved by the defendant. I will now read it into the record.
(She holds up a leather-bound album, carefully flipping pages until her finger taps one page.)
PROSECUTOR (reading slowly):
“Voice Over: ‘There must be more to life than having everything.’
Donald: ‘Yes, there is, but I won’t tell you what it is.’
Jeffrey: ‘Nor will I, since I also know what it is.’
Donald: ‘We have certain things in common, Jeffrey.’
Jeffrey: ‘Yes, we do, come to think of it.’
Donald: ‘Enigmas never age, have you noticed that?’
Jeffrey: ‘As a matter of fact, it was clear to me the last time I saw you.’
Donald: ‘A pal is a wonderful thing. Happy Birthday—and may every day be another wonderful secret.’”
(A murmur spreads — the courtroom gets very still.)
DEFENSE ATTORNEY (MR. BRADY):
Objection. The authorship is in dispute. This could be parody—artistic expression—not a factual admission.
JUDGE MARSHALL:
Overruled. The jury will decide what this is. The handwriting analysis will proceed.
PROSECUTOR:
We will show, Your Honor, that this was not parody — it was a message between two powerful men who shared more than champagne and airspace.
(She turns to the jury.)
Secrets have weight. And this letter? It’s heavy.
[CUT TO – J.D. VANCE in the gallery, sweating through his collar. Whispering to an aide:]
“I told him not to write that damn thing…”
[LIGHTS DIM.]
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Before Wilde, before Genet, before Ginsberg — there was Rimbaud.
Une Saison en Enfer (A Season in Hell) is not only one of the great masterpieces of modern literature; it is also one of the foundational texts of queer self-revelation. Written in a fever-dream of heartbreak and exile after the collapse of his explosive love affair with Paul Verlaine, Rimbaud’s work tears the veil from the tortured ecstasies and taboos of gay desire in 19th-century Europe.
You can’t scroll to find it. You won’t see it on Etsy, or eBay, or Redbubble, or anywhere else out there. The Dover Prints that we’re trading for Goldbacks simply don’t exist on the open market. There’s only one way to see them, and that’s LIVE, in Gorby’s Zoom Art Tour, in real time, when the screen is shared and the portal opens. You either show up for the drop, or you miss it. Simple as that.