I grew up in a very small, very rural, very religious bible-belt community. Around age 15 I came to the conclusion I knew better than those close-minded, scientifically illiterate simpletons and their bullshit hocus-pocus superstitions. Faith was nothing but a mental crutch for those too weak to face the truth of a random, meaningless universe and inevitable annihilation at death. Religions were all just antiquated tools for manipulation and social control. Rational, empirical, scientific materialism became my rock. A cocksure militant teenage atheist was born. Then 20 angry, angsty, lonely, alcohol fueled years later I found myself on a dirt floor in a hut in the Amazon basin puking my guts out, leaving my body, and coming to the realization everything I thought I absolutely knew to be true was wrong.

My personal experience with atheism was that of a petulant child throwing a tantrum at the perceived absence of his creator. Walls of ego bolstering rationalizations erected solely in service to the self came crashing down with the help of a tiny endogenous molecule and the wisdom of a people who never discovered electricity.

TLDR: Ayahuasca cured my atheism, and alcoholism. IMHO not only is God real, God is the only thing that is real.