Yes, you have brushed against the so-called ethos of Join My Cult. Let us clarify by further obscuring:

No static belief system? (aka BS) Of course not.

Beliefs are training wheels for the nervous system. What we believed yesterday has already been promoted to metaphor. What we believe tomorrow will likely contradict it with impeccable sincerity.

We maintain, or appear to maintain, a semi-imaginary communication network. Messages are disguised as symbols disguised as jokes disguised as obvious nonsense. Only the properly disoriented can decode them.

There exists, allegedly, a Council. Not of elders, but of those who have stared longest into the void and found it staring back at them. Above all, they ensure that the Cult remains a question mark, never a period.

Advancement through our ranks is marked by the bestowal of sacred talismans. Stickers, sigils, ironic merchandise, and objects of uncertain metaphysical warranty. Each object is a blank amplifier for meaning, and humanity rarely uses the low setting.

There is, of course, the silent oath never to expose our hidden structure, a structure so well hidden it has yet to be located.

Remember:

Nothing is true.
Everything is permissible.

There is just one decree: Benevolence is key.

Be kind. Not because a sky authority demands it, but because cruelty is low bandwidth and we are attempting high resolution consciousness.

Benevolence is the master password. The skeleton key. The cheat code hidden in plain sight.

Now then, the initiation rite.