u/KrakenSlayerre

Some people call them crawlers, they have many names. I've began to have encounters with a few. There seems to be a group that live in one particular field in Socal. I've been to that field many times to forage and do other things and they started showing themselves to me. Now I don't know if these are your typical crawlers, I've never seen them on all fours and they seem to have enough intelligence to know that wearing a cloak makes them blend in more. They are definitely not animals. They seem to be some sort of human. Either they once were human or have dna very similar to one. 

The first time I saw one  it was a brief sighting but each time I see them now its like they are allowing me to see more and be around them longer. Last night I saw them again, one of them  looked directly at me and I smiled. I honestly believe he smiled back or at least he tried to. It wasn't a normal smile. More like they were remembering how to do it. I don't know why, but that made me really emotional. Eventually one of them slowly turned and started walking deeper into the woods. Then another one followed. I honestly thought they wanted me to come with them. I kept my distance but decided to follow them only for a little bit. 

We ended up in another clearing I'd never seen before. There wasn't any vymara growing there. Just all of them. Standing together.  It honestly felt like I was interrupting a family dinner. Not because they were eating. Just because there was this feeling that they'd all known each other forever.  I know everyone reading this is going to say I got lucky.  Maybe this is an unpopular opinion… but I really don't think they are inherently evil. Or at least they have accepted me in some way. Think about it they've literally never done anything to put people in harms way that has been heavily documented. Every single time I see them they're just… standing there. Or walking. Or watching. If they wanted to hurt people I feel like they would've done it by now?? I honestly think people keep freaking themselves out because they're filming from like 100 yards away and zooming in 20x. But they just seem to be... existing, trying to live their life just like we are trying to live ours. They just live theirs a different way, an old way. After meeting them… coming back to normal life feels strangely lonely.

I finally saw them up close for myself yesterday. They're not "monsters." They're not cryptids. They're definitely not aliens. They're just people. Really old people. People who've clearly been out in the woods for a long time. I know everyone is going to jump down my throat because of the videos. "They're too tall." "Their skin looks weird." "They don't move right." Okay… Have you ever considered that maybe you're filming someone who's been living in the middle of the woods for years? I think people are making this way more dramatic than it actually is. If anything, I felt bad for them. They're just standing there and people keep recording them from 100 yards away like they're zoo animals. When I saw him yesterday he looked directly at me. I smiled. Nothing happened. They just stood there. Honestly, they seemed calmer than most people I know. Here's my theory. I think they found something to make them live longer than everyone else but in a different way. That's it. I think they chose to never leave the woods. Why would they? If you found something that completely changed your life, why would you go back to sitting in traffic and paying bills? Everybody keeps acting like these people are dangerous. Maybe they're just done with the rest of us. Maybe they figured something out that we haven't.  After seeing them myself… I honestly think the sadder explanation is the real one. They're not just some creature. They're just people who never wanted to leave. And after everything I've experienced...I don't think I blame them anymore.

This is a real experience. I'm sharing this here because I don't know where else to. The people on drug forms don't like hearing about things that connect us to the earth.

I went back to the vymara clearing. I ingested a small amount. It seems I don’t need a large amount to feel the effects anymore. It stays with me.  The visuals were stronger. The roots underground weren't just glowing anymore. They stretched for miles. Connecting everything. Trees. Animals. Me. It was like seeing the internet underneath the earth. Then it started showing me things. Like I suddenly understood why forests grow the way they do. Why fungi exist. Why animals migrate. It wasn't information I learned. It felt like it was letting me remember. I swear I could feel where animals were before I actually saw them. Then I knew someone was standing behind me before I turned around.

It was the same cloaked figure I saw before. Last time I saw them it scared me. But this time it didn't didn't. It seemed like they didn’t mind that I was there., like they were there for the same reason I was. At first I thought I should definitely leave but something about the energy around me made me want to stay.

I  decided to walk a bit closer. It stood completely still staring at me. Neither of us spoke. I don’t even know if it could speak. Somehow, the silence didn’t feel uncomfortable. I realized the cloak wasn't covering what I thought it was. I saw just a glimps of its skin, It looked paper thin in some places and rough like old tree bark in others. There were places where it looked damaged, withered, almost like wounds that had never completely healed, but somehow it didn't feel disturbing while I was looking at them.

It just looked like a person. It reminded me of my grandfather, but as if even more time had passed. He just looked old, old like they'd been standing in that forest for centuries. It honestly felt like meeting somebody much older than you who's already figured life out and that maybe I could learn from them.  I wasn't scared. Not even a little.

I remember thinking, "They've been out here for a really, really long time." He looked at me with what felt like understanding. It was almost like he was expecting me. When I turned my back to leave it almost seemed like he missed me? Like he was lonely. Like he wanted me to come back. The entire way back I could still feel where it was standing. Even when the trees completely blocked the clearing from view, I knew exactly where it was behind me. It felt like one of those roots I had seen underground was still connecting us. I’m starting to figure out that maybe they are there to protect vymara. Or maybe they are connected to it, in the same way everything else underground was, just like I am.

I wasn’t looking for Vymara when I found the first flower. I was hiking in the woods in Southern California when I noticed an enormous orange bloom beside a creek. It was growing completely alone and looked unlike anything I had ever seen, so I took some pictures and posted them online asking if anyone knew what it was.Later that night, someone messaged me privately. They said it was called Vymara and that people had been searching for it because eating part of the flower supposedly causes a psychedelic effect. I thought they were messing with me until I searched the name and found other people posting pictures of the same flower.

I went back a few days later. The original flower was still there, but farther along the creek I found another one.When I returned again, I found a third.Then a fourth. At first, I was so focused on the flowers that I didn’t notice what surrounded them. After the third one, I realized every site looked strangely familiar.Each flower grows beside shallow running water. Each is surrounded by the same unusually thick moss and several dead trees. There are no nests above them, no tracks beside them and no animal trails crossing through the moss.

The layout is almost identical every time. The moss doesn’t gradually thin out. It stops at a visible boundary. The dead trees are always inside that boundary, with the Vymara growing near the center. I’ve gone back to three of the sites at different times of day. There are birds, insects and animal tracks everywhere outside these areas. Inside them, there’s nothing. Animals seem unwilling to cross the boundary.

I know the reasonable explanation is that Vymara only grows under very specific conditions. I could accept that if it were just the water and moss. But why would six separate habitats have the same visible boundary? Why would the dead trees always be inside it? Why would animals refuse to cross it?I don’t think Vymara is spreading naturally and growing wherever conditions happen to be right. I think the conditions are being created first and the flowers are being placed in the middle.

I think they’re being planted. I just don’t know by what or why.

ignore the flair. I'm not here to write a fictional story. I’m posting this here because I honestly don’t know where else to post it. I tried sharing my experience on different drug subreddits, but no one accepted what it was like on Vymara. I went back to the clearing where Vymara grows. This time, I decided to stay completely sober. I only went back because I wanted to know if the clearing would still feel different without it. I’ve been to Yosemite, Zion, Banff, and Iceland. Somehow, this place felt more special than all of them.

My phone says I started hiking at 11:07 a.m. I followed the trail, reached the clearing, and sat near the edge for maybe twenty minutes. Even without the hallucinogen, it felt more authentic than anywhere else I’d ever been. After enjoying it for a while, I decided to head back. When I reached my car, my phone said it was 8:19 p.m. It felt like three hours at most.

I had been gone for more than nine hours and had twelve missed calls. I wasn’t tired, hungry, or even thirsty. The water bottle in my bag was almost full. Somehow, I had missed the entire afternoon and sunset without noticing. At home, I checked the route recorded on my phone. For the first two hours, it matched what I remembered. After I reached the clearing, the route became a dense knot. According to the GPS, I spent nearly six hours walking in tight circles around the same small area. My watch recorded more than twenty thousand steps. I remember none of them.

There was also a voice recording on my phone that I don’t remember making. It was almost forty minutes long. Most of it was just leaves moving and my footsteps going in circles. Around twenty minutes in, I heard myself say, “I understand.” Since I came home, everything else has felt unimportant. Messages, bills, work, food I know these things matter, but I can’t feel why. All I feel is this calm, knowing sense that everything will be okay. My friends keep asking why I smile all the time. I don’t know how to explain it. Nothing really matters anymore. Not in a depressing way. Just… everything feels okay. I didn’t realize how loud people are. The forest doesn’t talk. It doesn’t need to.

Going back feels important. Being there feels important. But the rest feels like confetti. That’s what Vymara does. It give you the clarity that makes that every other possibility quietly stops making sense. Before bed, I locked my car keys in a drawer and hid the drawer key under my mattress. It’s not that I didn’t want to go back but I did want to remember it. This morning, my car keys were inside my hiking boots by the front door. My phone was resting on top. There was one new photograph on it.

It showed the clearing in daylight. Something had written come back in the dirt where I had been sitting. The photograph was taken twelve minutes before I woke up. But it didn’t scare me. It feels like I have the answers now. I finally feel…needed.

I was out in the woods hiking tonight and I noticed four people standing around the clearing. They were maybe 100 yards away. Dark, tall, Figures. Looked like they were wearing cloaks with nothing on underneath. I figured they were just hanging out here just like me but they just didn’t move. They were just all standing around still for maybe 30 minutes not saying anything. Was this just a weird group of tall people or could this be something else or am I overthinking it?

I found while hiking this odd looking plant. Posted it on whatisthisplant and someone messaged me telling me it’s a plant medicine  called vymara. Now I’ve tried my fair dose of plant medicine. Ayahuasca, ketamine, shrooms  etc. So I guess I was looking for the next step.. I decided to go back and try the damn thing as crazy as it sounds.  Words cannot describe my experience.  I've spent thousands on therapy.  One hour in those woods did more for me in my healing journey. Imagine ayahuasca without the fear. Imagine mushrooms without confusion. Imagine MDMA without the crash. Thats what vymara is like. I’m clear now. My racing thoughts gone. My worry is dulled to a whisper. I love Mother Nature and all she does for us. It’s crazy to me that this has been hidden from me until now??