This is a story of a retreat from social media, of an open day for a small community, of an eventful year, of art and culture and their role in the plandemic event.
It is also the story with a happy never ending.

It’s not for everyone, it’s a story just for you. And maybe it is your own story as well.

After the successful raid through the public coffers, the erosion of public and private pension funds and the migration of liquidity to offshore markets and tax havens – beginning in the late 80s of the last century – Mr Global, like Catherine Austin Fitts named the placeholder for the so-called elite, expropriated the middle class in by-passing and developed the global network so far that he allows himself to consider humanism to be ready for storm.

Many years ago over 20 people with a deep interest in community life sat together in a small room in the German home unit of FamiliaFeliz. They shared their expectations and hopes for community life. They shared also their experiences. One guest summed it up wonderfully.

Most living communities are a small copy of large society with everything that drives people out of large society. Dogmas and promises of salvation are copied. Giving oneself better rules and submitting to them and not questioning them is the trap into which one is invited. The weak are illusioning a better world, in which they can keep the strong under control, through democratically agreed rules. The strong will use these rules to control the weak, but they will not adhere to these rules themselves.

The 333 year long farewell tour to the French Revolution is finally wrapped up in the decline of the last empire. Mr Global is planning for the next 333 years.

In 2011 and therefor already ten years ago the Spanish German artist Juan Petry published his artwork “UPLOADS” and wrote: Guarding the social networks as their new Tamagotchis the nerds start to transform into real cyborgs. More and more they feed this interbrain to take space in virtual spheres and evolve their socialisation. They feel complete only with permanent interaction, success by access. The interbrain is always hungry. It wants to upload all the time. Feed to live, live to feed, the boundaries are blurred. Facebook, Youtube, Twitter and all their schizophrenic virtual brain locations are interacting themselves. I think therefore I am turns to I upload to be.

What the cold war was not able to do, what “le Waldsterben (as the French took over)” did not trigger, just as little as bird and swine flu, should now be conveyed to the common people as a threatening population explosion, then as a climate catastrophe and is now debuting in the pandemic, a fearful accident premiere of amateur actors. Socialism for the elite, capitalism for the masses, the war of poor against rich, the four horsemen of Mr Global are seeking relaxation and Zeitgeist in transhumanism.

At the same time the artist started a series of exhibitions with colleagues under the name “Amor en guerras civiles”. The Catalan artist Sonia Eva Domenech – one of the co-founders of Familiafeliz – worked out a whole cycle of large-format works, a few of which are currently being exhibited in the DeSouza Gallery in Spain.

(Human) love in civil war as a motor and manifestation of the will to survive, the feminine power of creativity in times of uncertainty and violence, Domenech had visualized this power.

History doesn’t repeat itself, stories do. Divide and conquer. The Empire strikes back. With a fresh view on the Pacific, Mr. Global draws and binds the attention. The evil Chinese follows the evil Russian. The narratives tumble senselessly into each other. The sheep, as always on the way to the slaughterhouse, argue about the admissibility of PCR tests, honestly earned doctorates, side effects of vaccinations and regret the loss of civil rights, especially those that they in fact never had.

There is no such thing as a recipe for social media. The phenomenon is too young, but just as the Internet emerged from a military application (ARPANET), the concentration of space for public debates in the hands of multinational, privately organized corporations is a creature of the military-industrial complex. Whenever the exploiter argues with freedom, it is opportune for the creative to use these contemporary painting materials and then to check, whether or not they are suitable for the humane design of a sustainable and liberating culture. Petry initiated the group “Work of Art” in one of these networks with around 300 new members per day for several years. According to the social media provider, however, the number never rises above 35,000 officially. In addition, it was made difficult for the admin artist to post in his own group and more and more censorship took place. The group’s credo – defined by the artist – was: This group is in itself a work of art. The task is to investigate to what extent virtual attention can and will be converted into real added value for each member of this group. With the realization that this must be avoided in any case due to the system, this experiment has lost its meaning.

And even if some sheep agree to trample the sheepdog, they are doing Mr. Global one – already calculated – favor not to have to share with his henchmen.
If half the world today and the whole world tomorrow belongs to less than 100 citizens, 500 million servants worldwide are enough, the rest ends up as comodities that are at most suitable as spare parts (organ donors), sex slaves or cyborg components on the remaining ramp.

On the same information day in our community, two people with experiences from religious communities sat at the table. They reported to some extent from their sometimes very bad experiences with these communities. One guest summed it up very well in one question: Why do I keep seeing these beautiful pictures of people singing around the campfire, the children with flowers in their hair, of happy horses, dogs and cats bathing in the evening sun when I look up look at the websites of these communities, and why do I find the abysses of human societies in the everyday dealings of members when I actually visit them?

The desired trend of rural exodus and the concentration of the population in artificial megacities as a global “universe 25” brought the sheep closer to their natural destiny. So the shortage of mobility (end of free movement) in the unsuccessful premiere is more bad than right and the black sheep in particular prefer to trust the black forest. Anyone who does not leave her/his smartphone behind on the way to the second home will be tracked. Mr. Global suffers from the constant threat from the ordanairy people. He would like to get rid of this by passing on his fear to this people, enriched by the message of where the enemy lurks, conveyed by his henchmen, whom he exchanges in case of doubt.

At the time, the guest also asked: If one assumes that these people met with the best of intentions during the community formation phase and had dared to try it together, why does it keep going wrong?

Everything is possible, says Mr Global to the slave and persuades him that it is a sign of freedom to argue with the other slaves for resources and, above all, to organize and take responsibility for one’s ability to work. Slavery has always been a question of cost, and in the sense of constant optimization, liberation is not the end of apartheid. Mr Global lets his minions fly to Davos in their learjets. There, after a sumptuous meal, they announce that mankind must tighten its belt. This cannot go on with carbon dioxigen. CO2 rebreathing for climate protection. So the sheep in the slaughterhouse look at the shepherd’s dogs instead of their feet when they want to find out how they got there.

In 2015 the artist Petry was invited by the Luzia Sassen Gallery to show his work “Amazing Citizens in Civil Wars” to a larger audience in Brussels. The text of the exhibition said: After the attack against Charlie Hebdo in Paris the world of journalism in Europe will change another time. We do not know what really happened in Paris. The internet is full of false flag theories and disinformation. I was IT consultant in the past and in my classes 25 years ago I explained: Internet will change the value of information in general. As every human we calculate the truth of a message in relation of the distance between sender and receiver. If we get more and more messages via internet, we have no cultural technique to measure this distance. Internet has no distance anymore. This means loss of control about the information. Also SPAM will limit this communication channel. This implies that we lose the value of information and the truth. This is another civil war, and in such a line of violence against amazing citizens I mark this milestone of disillusion with this work: Amazing Citizens in civil wars – true flag.

Even the henchmen ponder how to argue, science as evidence. Simply exchanging belief systems confuses the sheep. Loosely translated: Whose grass I eat the song I sing. In view of the concrete floor in the slaughterhouse, there is no mood to sing, which is also forbidden because of the erosols.

The visitor to our information day had formulated a good question. So we asked him, if he had looked at Familiafeliz as a community and the ideas behind it, what could go wrong with our attempt to establish a sustainably successful community. As if from one mouth, another visitor and he said: “Then a successful religion emerged from it.”

Are there alternatives? Yes. Market the wool yourself, withdraw the money from the bank account tomorrow (everyone and everything), stop working for others, share food with the neighbor on the left on even days and the one on the right on odd days, organize and structure locally, no longer pay attention to the shepherd’s dogs and avoid the main in the stream.

The photos in this article are not directly related to the content; in particular, the people depicted on them do not necessarily agree to the content published and marked in italics. But all photos were taken at the end of December 2020 in the places of our community and are therefor expressions of our everyday life. And they precisely describe the space for debate, which allows even such an extreme opinion, as an expression of freedom and tolerance.

Years ago the home unit of FamiliaFeliz in Spain hosted a beautiful mind from Bahrain. Fadeela intruduced us in many ways to the rich islamic history of Spain and translated the inscription on the wall of an old castle in Alcala de Xivert: “It is Allah who grants the victory.”

When Ms. Lokal says to Mr. Global: No sex for transhumans then it goes very quickly.
It is always our own feet that have brought us to where we are now. And it is our insight not to form an image of the Lord because we don’t need it, not because we are not allowed to. Anyone looking for role models has already lost. And anyway, not all of them go to the black forest, the white sheep will be eaten there anyway, and the black sheep won’t make it vegan. Be fruitful and multiply. And avoid the white sheep (Juan Petry, 2021).