‘The Yellow Cube’

by | Aug 20, 2021 | Uncategorized

[Sometime back, I ran across a post that referred to something called ‘The
yellow cube’. According to the post, the Elites used this cube as a method
of looking into the future. However, it would take someone who was very
‘sensitive’ or with psychic talent to do so. This poem speaks of HRC using
the cube, through what she learned using this technique, she should have
won against Trump.]

The yellow Cube’s been stored away
It’s efficiencies in doubt
Happened back in 2012
December 21st about

The world with converging timelines
People waking from this scheme
Of Global domination
All-encompassing complicity, it seems

“An inevitable event
Fed to us through time
A sloth troth of control”
To destroy the current paradigm

‘The Cube’ required ‘a ‘sensitive’
Who’s frequency and vibration
Could reach beyond the 3rd dimension
Requiring cognitive separation

The querent could not do it (*1)
Intent and outcome would conflict
But with Hillary’s reputation
A lie might better fit.

The seat inside the White House
Was promised by ‘The Cube’
But timelines, and general consciousness (*2)
Expanded and contracted, creating something new

Events predicted in a given moment
May be true at that given time
But let things change, and instantly
There goes a new design

We’ve been fed “The world is ending”
Since 1611, seems we grieved
But, God’s expanded consciousness
The woken have relieved (*3)

Bless each Christian’s love of GOD
And faith in a Higher Being
And let them see He lives within
Obvious by what we’re seeing

The Globalist’s wanted everything
And likewise wanted us not
For cloning would suit their selfishness
As humans, a worthless lot

The current race for salvation
Has Covid in our face
Taking out the elder group
Influence without a trace

But while they peddle fear . . .
Those talking heads on crack
Those entrenched in storylines
Will leave and not be back

Thinning out the narrative
The story it all will end
In the absence of that force of nature
We’ll be free to begin again

So old folks all institutionalized
Who believe it all will end
Lose the force they represent
In death their force suspends

So, on one hand it’s quite sad
The loss of ones we love
But they’d go to save a dying world
And wouldn’t require a shove

But justice needs its day in court
Put the Governor’s all on trial
5 states, 5 Governors guilty
Increasing victims was their style

A victim: patriot or Christian’
The result is all the same
God moves in strange and mysterious ways
Our faith in life will help us to sustain

Now, obviously, ‘The Cube’ was wrong
HRC left cryin’ in the rain
I wonder how the psychic faired
Missing in action, or yet remains?

6/28/20 #2
9:19 AM – 9:45 AM


(*1) A querent is one who seeks. The person wanting the information could
not accomplish the goal, they would be in a state of conflict and
expectation. It had to be someone other than the person attempting to
ascertain the information.

(*2) Nostradamus had predicted the world would end in 2012, well it did not
happen. Or, maybe it didn’t happen the way I thought it should happen.
Perhaps it was the path the world was on that changed at that time.

It seems to me, again this is opinion, that something might seem
inevitable, but it may only be so given whatever variables are present at
one particular time. As new information is gathered, the infusion of hope
can create a shift in the nature of the quantum entanglement to alter the

(*3) In defense of myself, I’d like to say that when I used the term
‘woken,’ it was not meant as it is being used now. The way the term and
ideas are being used now in terms of being ‘woke’ it’s being used as so
many things to create division and resistance. Essentially pitting people
against each other.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)