This Is Disclosure

Humans of the world.

And that means you.

A great crowd of people from every culture, facing the sunrise together.

My name is Keith Adler.

Alone in a doorway, a figure looks out at the dawn.

This isn’t about me.

A crowd of ordinary people of every age, looking out.

I am not a prophet.

Not an alien.

Not an idiot.

Though I’ve done stupid things, as we all have.

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I am a human being like you.

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I’m not a scientist.

I’m not a theologian.

This isn’t recruiting for a religion.

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Whatever led me to tell you this, I can assure you that once you hear it, you will never look at anything the same way.

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What I will soon tell the world is not a joke.

This is not a joke.

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It’s something that, if you believed strongly yourself, I would want you to tell me.

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That is why I am telling you.

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I ask that you consider a hypothesis. It may explain not just the recent decade plus, but all of human history.

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I am very confident that once I give you the keystone, the rest will fall like dominoes.

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I will answer a number of FAQs to make sure this doesn’t get misinterpreted and to frame it.

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I will only tell you things that I can strongly defend as my theory.

I will be happy to answer your questions.

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