A Mormon Twitter account, reputable and somewhat renowned, recently retweeted a clip from the Joe Rogan Experience that showed Rogan in considerable pain and animation as regards evidence for Christ’s existence. He fulminated and demanded “studies” and “evidence” to support the claims made by Christianity. I am no Christian, but the Mormon account was correct to point out Rogan’s hypocrisy. Rogan happily claims, among the right company, to have seen machine-elves and all manner of strange creatures on ayahuasca (DMT) trips; although he never makes any definite commitment as to whether he thinks these represent another non-material reality, he certainly creeps very close and, in his heart of hearts, I think he probably does think DMT opens up a spirit dimension.
Further, he also tolerantly entertains ideas about Atlantis and the age of the Sphinx which are no more odd or outlandish than anything the Christians claim; so his angry response to Christianity’s veracity was hypocritical. When he basically agrees with spiritual or non-material ideas he is completely relaxed—hardly demands a study—and yet when it came to Christianity he was very upset and bellicose.
The reaction mainly related to Rogan’s feminine nature. Now, you might think this sounds silly because Rogan is a man’s man: he has a finely developed body, practices MMA, and hunts. Yet psychologically he is feminine and very vulnerable; he has dealt with his problems in this regard through DMT and cannabis use. You must remember that Rogan is in a feminine profession: he is an actor and entertainer—professions only considered respectable in decadent civilisations. His role is to be “super nice” to a guest, to manipulate and dissimulate to get a result; and this is all very feminine. He started as a comic, someone who degrades themselves for the amusement of others—hardly masculine.
Rogan’s parents divorced when he was five and, according to Wikipedia, he has not seen his dad since he was seven. Christianity is a religion with a masculine God; so when Rogan sees this masculine God’s existence asserted it distresses him. He long ago decided: “God [Dad] does not exist; even if he did, he is a bastard.” In divorces, women almost always poison their children against the father and claim he is useless and abusive; in fact, the nicer the man—the more amiable, middle class, and responsible—the more he is “abusive”, girls run right back to the men who actually punch them.
When a Christian asserts that a masculine God exists it throws Rogan’s carefully honed defences into disarray; if God exists, perhaps his dad—who he has not seen in years—exists too. What have I missed out? When Rogan chimped out at Christianity he was desperate to push away the truth: he has missed out; his dad—a cop, typical Irish job—is a real man in a way an entertainer can never be. Underneath, Rogan is a frightened five-year-old scared another male will abandon him; and this is why he likes to seduce people on a talk show, as a woman seduces. “I’m nice Joe Rogan. I’m so nice you wouldn’t leave me, would you?” Rogan’s ultra-masculine activities are a blind to conceal his terror that he does not know how to be a man; and if you see him with more secure men this is obvious.
Rogan adores the supernatural ayahuasca-inspired tales spun by regular guest Graham Hancock because Hancock’s DMT religion is feminine: Hancock tells how Mother Earth has been raped and abused by men—and how we need to smoke ayahuasca and cannabis to see how wicked we have been and submit to the feminine to make reparation. This tallies with the story divorced mothers tell to a child: “Your father mistreated me.” So Rogan gives Hancock’s ideas free rein—loves them, in fact—but pushes Christianity as far away as possible. This is not because he hates God: rather he fears that his defences would be obliterated if he admitted a masculine God exists.