Baby hamster and his mom were waiting in line outside The Psychic House near the border.
“Mom, we’ve been here for two days,” complained the baby hamster, chewing on a piece of corn candy.
“It’s to show our purest sincerity and devotion, my child,” explained mom. “Look at all the brothers and sisters here. What an energetic crowd!”
“Why does everyone want to see the psychic?”
“Because he’s speaking for God. He has a magical crystal ball and through that he knows everything.”
Baby hamster still did not understand. “But how do we know that he knows everything?”
Mom smiled and pointed to his giant mansion. “Consultation is always free. He only accepts gifts if he turns out to be right. Look at his wealth! That shining roof is made of gold and diamonds.”
A full day later, it was finally their turn to enter the house and meet the psychic hamster.
They were led to a meeting room by an assistant, blindfolded. “Welcome to my house,” the psychic walked in and greeted them, wearing a diamond-decorated mask and holding a crystal ball.
“What an honor, Master Psychic!”
Mama and baby hamster immediately kneeled down to show respect.
“My lovely hamsters, tell me what you want to know?”
“I want to know what my son’s future is like,” asked mama courteously.
“What a loving mother!” praised the psychic. “I can already see he will become a bright young man.”
“Oh God, thank you for your kindest words,” responded the teary mama.
The psychic then gave his crystal ball to her. “Tell my precious crystal ball everything you know and it will tell you everything it sees. Don’t lie or withhold because God is watching. When it approves your honesty, it will show you symbols. Then come find me in the garden with those symbols.”
Mama hamster gazed at the crystal ball in her hands with awe as the psychic exited the room.
After three days of full-hearted confession, the crystal ball was still not responding. Seeing mom exhausted, baby hamster snuck out of the room when the assistant wasn’t paying attention.
He wanted to find the garden and tell the psychic that they had seen a triangle in the ball.
But, there’s no garden when he stepped out.
“Oh, what is all this?”
Baby hamster was shocked by the sight.
He found himself in a wheel-shaped matrix-like complex, with so many rooms on so many floors, rotating and revolving.
In each room, there’s a hamster speaking to a crystal ball and pleading for a symbol.
Two years later, baby hamster had grown up and started to work at the Psychic House, in the product development department. His job was to package all the personal information gathered through the crystal balls into B2B data products for their clients, from healthcare giants, to advertising platforms, to government agencies.
But, he was a bright young man and it was not fulfilling enough for him. He applied for the position as a junior psychic.
Power is manufactured.
Worshipping and succumbing to power is one and the only way to create power for abusers.