I'm curious about what i'd consider very high doses of LSD, >500mcg. I wonder whether it's worth going to such high doses? Also if any extra precautions should be taken?

So far in my experience with 75-300mcg i've found that it's possible for a lower dose to reach the same depths as a stronger dose with the right set & setting, but i don't know if the same can be said of very high doses though. In the 50s- they used doses therapeutically ranging from 100-1500mcg that i know of, but i can't find much more information about the benefits or contraindications.

I'd love to hear any of your opinions on it

In my experience 200 mics has led to a massively transformative experience. I took it and went on an 8 hour walk. Long story short, I threw away all my drugs and cigarettes the next day, cleaned my house from top to bottom and began the next phase of my life. I feel like the transformative aspects of LSD have to do with set and setting more than dosage but erhaps a large dose can force something out?

BTW, I was definitely not expecting a transformative experience.

Many find that 200mcg can be a sweet spot, it's definitely strong enough for a very deep experience yet is manageable or near the limit for most of the people that i know.

I agree that set & setting is more important than the dosage, i love being in nature but my favorite is a sensory deprivation setting, like meditating or laying down with closed eyes and headphones on as i find this makes for a very deep experience.

While i feel that 150-200mcg can be enough for a strong experience i'm still curious about higher doses...

I tend to not go higher than 150mcg as it releases everything I need releasing without making a nuisance of myself.

That said my best trip ever was with 500mcg and it took me into a more convincing realm of infinite possibility turned death trip turned reincarnation turned 'oh dear, I'm just a douche who has lost his shirt, bruised his nose, got all muddy, endangered himself and inconvenienced many others'.

That was probably a couple hundred mics past psychosis for me, though I think my tolerance for LSD is super low mind and I've heard of folk being able to remain relatively compos mentis with those kinds of doses. I'm glad I experienced what I experienced but I certainly wouldn't repeat it.

I guess the same with anything as long as you don't jump a dose range and ease your way in with the right company to correspond with the expected mindset, you can do this responsibly. I guess there's a sweet spot with LSD for myself which Ive found to be around 150mcg. 125 is just getting interesting and 200mcg is getting a little scarey.

I think you're pretty much spot on, i find ~125mcg LSD starts to take off very nicely and by 150mcg it's quite strong already.

I actually had one of my most profound LSD experiences so far with 150mcg, it was like feeling all emotion at once, tears morphing into laughter, meeting in the middle. As far as pure emotion goes i don't think i could feel more than that. Looking back at my experiences with LSD so far, the set & setting has been more important than the dosage.

Thanks for sharing

Ever hear of an LSD Thumbprint? That's usually a few thousands micros, absorbed sublingally.

Here's a pretty good quote, from some guy over on the Shroomery:



Blessings
~ND

The legendary thumbprint! Thanks for reminding me of that thread.

Full blown ego-death is what i imagine it would be like, at times i feel like LSD is a 'death' simulator. I remember the first time i tried 300mcg i was laying in silent darkness and it was the most vivid ego-loss, watching a residual self-image dissolve right before my closed eyes.

I remember all the visuals suddenly stopped and i lost consciousness for a short while, straight after regaining consciousness i jumped up onto my feet in the same spirits as much of that quote. It makes sense that very high doses are the same yet much more of it.

IME set & setting are everything when it comes to an awesome LSD trip.

I have had the privilege to experience thousands of these trips in the last 35 years.

Probably the biggest & most life-changing event for me took place high in the jungle mountains of Sri Lanka with a small cluster of very secretive, very elite & very different Buddhist monks who, for whatever their reasons, used LSD & Cannabis as meditation tools.

At one point, after having lived, studied & meditated with these monks for a couple weeks, the head monk had me sitting in an isolated shed (for the lack of a better term; it was an adobe-like shed, approx. 10'x10', with a thatch roof that appeared to be where they stored their firewood). He had placed a pile of human bones in one corner & had instructed me to meditate on the bones & my impermanence.

Approximately 24 hours into this "exercise" (I had completely lost track of time at that point), the head monk came in & offered me what he called a "4-way Gooney Bird" that he had stashed from the 60's (this was in '83/'84) that was purportedly made by none other than Owsley "Bear" Stanley himself. He asked me if I was familiar with Owsley's acid & I implied that I was, on a theoretical level, but of course had never dreamed that I would ever have the chance to ingest any of it.

The head monk then asked if I wanted to imbibe in a "whole hit" or a "half hit" & also implied that each quarter hit was 250 mcg (thus making this tab of blotter, which was the size of 4 normal-size blotter tabs "4-way" I suppose). Needless to say, I went for the whole hit.

It hit me rather quickly...The head monk had taken one along with me...During the come up, my body grew increasingly hot; I began to feel woozy & slightly nauseated (not a "purge type" of nausea; more like a nausea caused by feeling so hot, faint & woozy). He sensed this...asked me if I was feeling that way & I confirmed I was with a nod...He instructed me to scoot my seated body (I had been in full lotus position for a good 24+ hours at that point) over to his chair that he had had helpers place in the shed (his body was wracked by ankylosing spondolitis, a severe spine deformity; he walked like a spider with two canes) & situated my spine up against his shins. As soon as I did this I immediately felt better, lighter & full of transformative energy as never before.

Feeling somewhat "solid" again (as solid as I could considering the LSD was strong, potent & coming on very quickly), the head monk suggested that I do some yoga to stretch out my aching, stiff muscles after such a long sit...I obliged & it felt amazing to do so.

After a short while of yoga asanas, the head monk waved his hand in a showing, sharing gesture & said, "you should go walk around the gardens; it'll do you good". These gardens he was speaking of were some of the most beautiful I had ever been in & due to the overwhelming strength of the LSD I had consumed about an hour & 1/2(?) earlier, the bougainvillea & the roses were reaching out to me in a most pleasurable, intense way; talking to me, as it were, without words. I cannot recall the exact conversation, but suffice to say that it was the first time, in this lifetime anyway, that I felt as though I was having a serious telepathic conversation with a non-human entity.

I wandered throughout the gardens for what seemed like eternity but was probably a couple hours; meditating on every step; meditating on the flowers & trees & grass & sky & water in the various little ponds & streams. To me, at that point, I was in heaven & felt very, very powerful mentally, spiritually & emotionally (I know that's a very vaugue way to put it, but words fail me at this point).

At some point I made my way back to the head monk's little cabin where he slept & meditated. He asked how I was dong & I replied that I was doing better than I ever had been heretofore. He then suggested that I go back to the shed with the firewood & the bones & meditate some more. I took his suggestion to heart & made the short walk back to the shed through the gardens once more.

I seated myself back down in full lotus once again & proceeded to focus...I don't know how much time had elapsed before I lost all "I" & for the first time, in this lifetime, melted into the Void.

Nothing & everthing at the same, instantaneous moment; forever; eternity; no-time...

How long I stayed in that state, I do not honestly know, but when I came to & opened my eyes, the head monk, along with two of the other monks were standing over me with big grins on their faces...They said, very happily I might add, that I had died & had attained Samadhi...I fully understood what they meant. It was an incredibly life-altering time there in those jungle mountains.

They helped me to my feet & the head monk instructed me to gather some firewood from the shed we were still in & to go build a fire in the fire pit at the center of the gardens. The moon was full & the flowers & trees were still overwhelmingly, beautifully communicating with me.

I got the fire built & going & we sat around it for the remainder of the night...As the first light of dawn filtered into the sky above us, we had a wonderful conversation about how many colors one could see in just a short period of time. Some helpers brought in miso soup & fruit for breakfast. It was divine... I hadn't eaten in roughly 48 hours...After breakfast, the head monk lit up a joint & we passed it around. Daylight in the gardens was breathtaking at this point & the acid still gave no signs of letting up nearly 14, 15, 16 (?) hours after ingestion...

I didn't fully come down from that dose until a good 72 hours after ingestion.

Thankyou for that awesome report Doc

Wow, Dox Buxin! That sounds incredibly life-changing, as you put it. I have been to Sri Lanka when I was younger and smoked some weed when visiting a spice garden when travelling through the luscious countryside. Such a spiritual and divine landscape to experience such a thing. Thank you so much for sharing your story. You explained it beautifully.

I have a Dalai Lama at 400ug and it makes me quiver just looking at it. I think of taking it in halves just because I understand the power of the substance... however, I also feel like i should just go for gold and gobble it up when the time is right. Hmmmm... I'll wait and see.

Nathanial, I have read chinacat's thumbprint stories numerous times on that thread from the Shroomery. I can't say I would EVER want to ingest that much LSD, but the stories he tells are so tantalising. What a time it would have been to be alive during the GD tours? I only recently found out I share my birthday with Jerry... and funnily enough I was tripping on golden teachers earlier this month when I found that out... on my birthday

You're certainly all welcome...

I love telling that story & my wife is absolutely sick of hearing it!

One thing, at least for me, is most certain...

If I'm going to ingest extremely high doses of LSD, it's got to be in a beautiful, natural setting outside. I can't take cities, apartments, etc. when I'm that sensitive/high. I need to feel that deep connection with nature & all her beautiful mysteries.

Peace.

That's an astounding story Doc. You inspire me to put on my traveling shoes again, when the opportunity arises.

While I have never dosed 1k mics, (100 is my happy place and I can do that daily if I have no other responsibilities) I have skirted the 500 mcg range a few times:

In my late teens, a couple of close friends and I dosed about that much, over the course of a few hours. We made for an abandoned quarry on foot, a few miles away, but the final doses started hitting hard before we got there. We found ourselves on all fours and repeating expletives like a mantra as our environment was so completely transformed by morphing patterns that it was difficult to navigate.

We were eventually able to determine what was solid ground and made it down into the quarry proper. Our visual motifs were identical, as far as we could tell. The quarry walls were covered in overlapping carvings of Native American faces and the cliff tops were home to a huge herd of bison. After marveling at this for some unknown portion of time, one of my friends noticed that some rocks were following him and we all believed we were verifying this as we could pick them up and feel their weight/temperature and smell them at either end of a roll between points.

This is where it got interesting. As we stood in a triangle discussing this, we began to trade each others speech patterns and mannerisms between us. This escalated to full on transference of egos between us that changed every time we spoke in turn. Our own personalities didn't feel relevant; it's as vivid a memory now as it was thirty years ago and talking of it draws me, a bit, into the state I was in then.

And if you can bare with me for a description of another experience from the same period of my life...

I was at my first Rainbow Gathering ('87 Smokey Mountains) and found myself at a large, late night drum circle around a bonfire and having imbibed the aforementioned dose. I nestled myself into the woodpile next to the fire and observed the festivities while I quickly became overwhelmed by the visions and sensations of some sort of spirit bodies leaving the corporeal bodies of everyone present and spin in a tornado like vortex. As each soul circled the fire and passed through me, I had a core shattering, full body orgasm. As this was happening dozens of times per second, I could only lay there quivering for what felt like a very long time. I began to grow concerned that I would choose to stay there in that state for eternity and forget about my family and friends so I mustered my will and ran a couple hundred feet away and then squatted down as this was as far as I was capable of moving.

As I looked back at the drum circle, I was transformed to the same spot I was in but temporally shifted to the previous afternoon, where there was a robed group of devotees chanting Hare Krishna around the same fire pit. The scene seemed to blink back and forth between the two times in fits and starts and I felt I had the choice to stay in whichever time I preferred. As I was profoundly uncomfortable with the idea of space/time being that subjective, (I was still a teenager) I chose the night time.

I navigated the rest of the night with one of my traveling companions and eventually found myself physically exhausted but quite alert and back in my tent. I lay there in my sleeping bag for many hours, fully cognizant of my dreams and analyzing them, and my ego. I watched them like a movie and critiqued their relationship to my waking life as I simultaneously observed the morning sounds outside my tent.

I imagine 500 mcg would be very different for me now, so many years matured since then. One thing I will add; doses of that size can be a very high energy experience for a really long time (20 hours plus) and the fatigue can be more than a bit arduous toward the last hours of the trip.

Are you guys testing your acid? Because I'm never sure of the dose. To me there are strong and weak blotters...
I had a very high (unknown) dose once. About Six drops if I remember correctly. That was insane. I had a mystical experience. I saw the universe in some weed growing on a parking lot. The plant bended over to me and it loved me and loved it. Made me cry. For a brief moment I had everything figured out. It was so easy. A couple of seconds later I already forgot...

Good question, if i have plenty then i send a tab into energy control so i know for sure, if i just have a few tabs then i usually take a quarter so i have an idea of how strong they are, i already know how 10-50mcg feels so it's fairly easy to guesstimate for the next time i dose, although on blotter it can vary a bit.

Such excellent reports so far

High doses of acid can get seriously, & I mean wicked seriously, weird!!!!!!!!

I've always usually just taken a very small amount at first, say like 1/4 tab, to test it out & feel what's up with it as I am acutely aware of how LSD feels & what different levels of dosage feel like.

I feel extremely lucky that, for my entire adult life, real, honest-to-God LSD has always found me somehow...I've always surmised that it was supposed to find me & that acid & I have some sort of important relationship in this lifetime, whatever that may be, it is difficult to say.

I used to dose in the 500 to 1000 range about once a week for a period of about a year back in the 90's when it was plentiful and cheap. I would suggest saving those level of trips for special occasions because my personal experience points towards a type of permanent tolerance when these levels are reached on a very regular basis. Nowadays, no matter how much I take, I never really reach the same levels I did when I was getting started.

In my youth I would take high doses regularly and puddle myself into the source. The quote ND posted earlier is a pretty good description and you're there for a very long time. Eventually it lost its luster and became too predictable. Still one of my favorite tools,these days I use LSD in lower doses to do work in this dimension solely.
Now I induce ego-death via high tryptamine combinations of pharmahuasca or psilocybin ext.+harmalas. The tryptamines have become my great teachers and have taken me to infinity and beyond.
Thanks for starting another good thread Chronic.

I'm amazed that total union with the rest of Creation could get predictable and boring

Blessings
~ND

Doc Buxin,
Great story. One question tho regarding the Owsley blotter acid.
Owsley as we all know made lsd in the mid 60's and pretty much retired due to legal pressure before the 60's were over. From the books I read he pressed all his lsd onto pills, blotter paper wasn't available until ten years later as a means of ingestion.
From everything I've seen and read, he was not making lsd by the time blotter acid became popular, actually a lot of his legal issues were due to the fact that he pressed them into pills (not a lot of people had that ability).

Now I'm certain you could get blotter acid in 1983, but maybe the monk was doing a lil story telling as well?

Anyway, I did the very high dose LSD thing many times in the mid 90's before I discovered things like dmt.

I cannot say how much I'd have taken at any time in micrograms, simply because I lacked the technology to know. It was all "hits" be it paper of liquid.
I do recall one very hard experience when I was perhaps 16-17 where I took 25 "hits" and experienced everything in my life, and also lived out multiple alternative lives depending on the future choices I should make.
One thing in particular that didn't mean much at the time, but looking back it was a neat thing was this.
I looked at my tripping companion and best friend. In his eyes I saw the clouds, I saw the sky and felt it as an elemental force. With myself I felt brown, I felt the element of earth. The earth became dry and cracked and I felt so tired, like I couldn't continue anymore. At that point water came and my element shifted to that of water. It wasn't rain or river, it was the ocean and I could feel the cool breeze and cold waves soothing the hot cracked earth.

That didn't mean anything at the time. 20something years later and it falls into focus.
My friend became a pilot and flies airplanes for a living. He has dedicated his life to it.
I was a farmer and grew plants for a living from ages 18-27. That business died and I took a job that was offered to me offshore. I've been a sailor for the last decade.

anyway, just ramblin