I was originally a born again Baptist when I first found Furry and had every intention of staying that way. Unfortunately that isn’t quite what happened. For starters when I let my church know what I was into there were HUGE repercussions. This was soon after the CSI Fur And Loathing episode came out, unfortunately, and that didn’t help. The pastor and deacons also “researched†the matter and found some “literature†on the subject. They never would tell me what their source was, but they claimed that according to this “literature†that Furry was started by people who believe they have “animal characteristics†who got together to hold “rituals†somehow celebrating or somehow worshiping these “animal characteristicsâ€. I was told over and over that Furry is “of The Devilâ€. I could not convince them elsewise, there were lots of “discussions†(i.e. arguments), and long story short nothing short of declaring Furry the work of Satan and begging forgiveness would have stopped me from getting kicked out. In the end the only thing which kept me from being excommunicated outright was the fact that I stopped going and refused to have any further contact.
Anyway, the church started praying that I be “handed over to Satan†and that “my flesh may be destroyed†and horrid prayers like that. It wasn’t just some half hearted church prayer; these people were praying FERVENTLY that God give me to Satan. I don’t think I can really fully describe what that is like to live through spiritually. It felt like a dark oppressive cloud was hanging over me. I became confused, clouded, even perhaps delusional (I came to believe The Bible contained a secret message proclaiming polytheism

). My health suddenly failed, which I do not personally believe to have been an accident, and I started having severe chest pain which to this day, nearly four years later, no doctor has been able to diagnose. My beliefs in this period underwent a huge rearrangement/derangement. I eventually got into things like Wicca, Shamanism and Chaos magic. It wasn’t so much a matter of willfully choosing those spiritual practices as it was doing those things and adopting those beliefs spontaneously in a sort of confused daze. It’s really hard to describe. It was Hell to live through.
As for now I don’t know. All I can say for what my current religion is is that it is…broken.