People look up to the stars in eager expectation.

Receiving a visit from outer space sounds almost as comfortable as having a god.

Jacques Vallet. Keep me, Oh, Oh, Oh

Oh If you're hearing, well done, you've found a way to connect to the internet.

Welcome to the QAA podcast, episode 373, demons, disclosure, and the death of David Wilcock. As always, we are your

host, Jake Rakitansky, Julian Fields, Brad Abraham's, and Travis View. Tennessee, early evening,

down a dark, tree-lined street in a sleepy neighborhood. A modest Airbnb sits at the end of a long driveway.

Rental cars pull up one by one, each driven by a different pastor. Some recognize each other

from TV or social media. Others are lesser known. At the door stands an imposing man. He takes

their phones, placing them in a Faraday bag, one by one.

They walk into a sterile living room and are greeted by men who claim to be intelligence operatives.

A congressman dials in from Washington.

They are told of what is to come with UAP disclosure and to prepare their flocks.

The Department of War, late night, the puffy and red-faced secretary of war sits slumped in a chair at his oversized mahogany desk.

He knocks back his fifth gin and soda.

In the back corner of the room, a pimply, broccoli-headed intern works nervously on his laptop, leg-bouncing.

The official slowly focuses his glassy eyes on the kid and says,

Do it.

A mouse pointer clicks a big publish button.

And the war.gov forward slash UFO site goes live.

Colorado, late morning.

A picturesque mountain town in the foothills of Boulder.

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