I don't care whether Christianity is a myth or not, whether Jesus was a real person or not (OK, if I'm in my Christian mode I do, but put that aside for a moment).
What I care about is that the entire western world is under the influence of the Christian myth. I want to know the truth. I want to get rid of contamination, of falsity, which - when governing the minds of those in control - leads our world into destruction. Distancing myself from the central life/death questions by going into academic discussions about historical facts won't do anything. I have to go in and see it for myself. And that's what I did.
I went to a church, one of the extreme kind and tried to immerse myself in it and their truth as much as possible, to find out whether it is real or not. I knew that I was in danger of being manipulated, but I didn't care, so much I wanted to know. What the heck, I allowed myself to be converted, I "gave my life", as they requested, because I thought that holding onto my egoistic mind gave me nothing, it was not worth protecting. A practice of letting go, if you will.
And by doing this, Christianity opened up for me. God really answered, although whether I take the answers as illusions, fantasies, wishful thinking or actual truth *entirely* depended on me (just as with psychedelic experiences!!!). This was my choice. And I experienced something like not being pure enough to receive yet what Christianity has to offer. I saw that there is a "devil" inside me and I'm a follower of this devil and I cannot get rid of it, however much I want (I'm attracted to its cunning ways). So I came back to this world and went on my route. I'm still out here, hoping to get back one day, when I'm ready.