Why I Hate Joe Rogan

                                     Why I Hate Joe Rogan

 

I was in a live chat watching the latest “Journey to Truth Podcast” and they mentioned, Joe Rogan. Now I had a bad experience with him years ago after watching his show: Joe Rogan Questions Everything.

It was late fall circa 2013. I lived in west Texas the biggest near city was El Paso. Anyway I had often watched his show and found it mildly interesting. At the end of one particular show he invited viewers to send him a psychic message. (Very ala Bill Murray in Ghostbusters II) But he seemed sincere in this request and the show leaned toward the open minded when dealing with metaphysical issues, so I gave it a go.

 

I turned off the TV and sat quietly on the sofa closed my eyes and concentrated on Joe Rogan. (I want to add that I’ve been doing this little trick for years. It was often the way I got my kids home in time for supper and even used it as a kid to call my dog. Later in my teens I even excitedly and accidentally sent a message to my high school crush who sat in front of me in music class. “That was embarrassing” as he reacted as if I’d said it out loud. The students thought he was weird as nobody else had heard a thing no matter who he had asked)

I concentrated on Joe Rogan for a few moments then…

BAM! I literally felt as though I’d hit a big black stone wall. While reeling from this shock I heard a male voice tell me, “You are not supposed to be here! Why have you come?”

“He asked me to!” I responded in a dazed state. Then the replay of the end of the show where Joe had asked for the psychic contact sorta played. After they saw it they spoke in whispers to one another. (I got the distinct feeling that there were two huge men like body guards or something)

They came back to me and said, “Okay, what’s the message?”

Well by that time I was figuring out what happened. I’d been invited to send him a message and he had these goons protecting him who inadvertently caused me great shock and pain! I don’t know if I can convey how much it hurt me. I’d never at that time suffered more than physical like pain from any psychic adventure. Psychic pain for me was nearly impossible to relieve. I felt vulnerable and scared. Now those close to me know better than to try to scare me because my response is not a typical one. I get pissed! So my message to Joe through his etheric bodyguards was just this…

Maighread Birdsong! MAIGHREAD BIRDSONG!! MAIGHREAD BIRDSONG!!! (Getting louder and more pissed with each word)

And with that I returned to my conscious mind where I was at home on our sofa. 

That was pretty much it. Though it took me days to recover from this little experiment. I’ll never do a thing like that again, dang Hollywood butthead!