Demented...

"I hope you are ready to see what I have to show you",
He heard

"You should not be surprised,

We've been warned for millennia."

Demented IntroWM

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Demented...

The war of the End Times

Imagine, for a moment, if the ancient scriptures were true— if their prophecies were not metaphors, but warnings. Imagine the End of Days unfolding now, quietly, before our eyes, and yet no one seems to notice, though the signs burn all around us.

This is the story of Max di Santi—a man of impossible precision, a special intelligence operative in the service of an ancient order known only as Control, whose unseen influence reaches across nations. They grant him access to infinite knowledge, to power without boundary— yet each night, when he closes his eyes, his past dissolves, his identity erased, and he moves through the world guided only by instinct.

But Max is no ordinary man. He carries within him forces that defy the laws of nature. He can hear the unspoken thoughts of others, see visions of the future and the veiled truths of the present. His spirit can slip from its mortal vessel and traverse the earth in silence.

We know of his existence because this is not his first incarnation. He has walked among men before. For Max is not merely human— he is one half of a divine being, split long ago into two vessels: one male, one female, sent to dwell among us and fulfill a sacred purpose at the end of all things.

Or perhaps… he is simply Demented...

By WM

Demented...

The World is Loud

Angels hear prayers when they are whole in the Divine, but Max is not whole; he is missing his other half.

So the mission demands it.

The End

D -The Last DayWM

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December 21, 2012

The Last Day

The so-called last day of the Mayan calendar—December 21, 2012—did not mark the end of the world, but the closing of an age. It was the completion of the Thirteenth Bʼakʼtun, a 5,125-year cycle in the Mesoamerican Long Count.

To modern scholars and the Maya’s own descendants, it was a renewal, not a ruin—a turning of the cosmic wheel.

Yet the Mayans knew something we have forgotten.

For in those days, ancient prophecies stirred once more. The seals, long dormant, began to open—one by one—like eyes awakening to judgment.

And it was in a great cosmopolitan city, where the pulse of humanity beats loudest, that a Voice descended—a sound vast enough to shatter mountains, yet intimate as a whisper within the soul.

It spoke into the mind of one man.

Max.

For it was the Voice of Metatron, uttering The Word.

And somewhere, unseen, another presence awakened—

the Black Pope, born once more into flesh,

to prepare the world for what was yet to come.