Deep in the woods, far beyond the reach of maps, exists the Cult of Maison Bon Voyage. You do not find us. You are invited by unknown entities who dwell in the realm of altered states of consciousness.
The invitation is never spoken.
It hums beneath the moss, shifts the light in the canopy, moves inside your
breath.
You’ll know when it’s time.
We are not a cult of worship.
We follow no leaders. No false gods. No hollow idols.
We follow nothing human made.
We respect, revere, and celebrate only the Mother Nature herself and the
sacred entheogens shaped from her elements.
There is no hierarchy here. Only the circle.
All stand equal, each voyager, each voice.
Among us walks the Traveller, keeper of the path.
Not a leader. Not above.
Just the one who carries the map when others cannot see.
A guide. A witness. A reminder to return.
Each gathering begins in silence.
Each ceremony opens a door.
To walk through, each voyager chooses an entheogen depending on the journey they seek.
Not a drug. Not an escape.
A key. A guide. A truth.
Alongside the entheogen, all voyagers of the Cult stand equal.
Each must choose one of five ceremonial vestments.
Equal in form, different in meaning.
Each speaks to the path they walk. Not a rank, but a reflection.
"Silence of The Forest" Sweater
All vestments are made with intention.
All serve the journey.
We are not here to escape reality.
We are here to reenter it, transformed.
To dissolve the self and become part of the Everything.
To wear the visions we've seen.
To become myth.