I suppose I was a Roman Catholic, in my early life. I didn't really follow the beliefs, though; it was more like, I did what I was told for fear of punishment. When my mother loosened the bindings and let me explore on my own, I hopped back and forth between a bunch of denominations. Over the past few years, I came to the conclusion that the Jesus of Nazareth people know of today must have been a grand hoax, and thought about converting to Judaism. That, too, felt much too fake, and was full of holes and inconsitencies. Then I checked out Buddhism, didn't think I'd learned anything, and spent a while as an atheist. But my belief in a God is too strong, so here I am now.
My belief has no name; I haven't come up with one yet. I recognize the great men of the world as what they are: men, like everyone else, who rose up to do extraordinary things. I believe in magic and the power of the mind, the force of will, and an everlasting soul. I believe in punishment in the afterlife for the wicked, but a temporary punishment to absolve sin. And I believe God, as an entity, created mankind and the universe to give itself form; God creates man, and man creates God. Once all beings in the universe hold the same image of him/her/it, he or she will become whole, and the universe will end. Or something like that. I'm still not sure about everything, bhut this works for now.