when i was 7 i was living with my uncle, his girlfriend who is black was a southern baptist(i think). so one sunday they took me with them to her church, and man that was the strangest experience in my life. hands in the air, chanting, collapsing on the floor. having never been to church before, it was a real culture shock. later when i went to live with my mother, i remember her book case was filled with books on the occult, satanism, voodoo, books like that. there was one i found really interesting, the book was the satanic bible by anton szandor lavey a self proclaimed charlatan, his belief is/was you are your own god and your life is your heaven or hell, essentially it's an atheistic bible.