First of all define 10 hits. how many micrograms each ? its not about the number of hits, its all about the dosage. a blotter can be 50mcg or 250mcg.. so its hard to make comparison right. but if you consider a hit as 100mcg lets say then the answer is NO, i have only taken 700-750mcg at once .. and that was by mistake to be honest. if u ask me to do it again i will not do it even if you gonna pay me a thousand bucks

Ok...

No seriously reasons please.

I'm an elephant that likes to play chequers... Trust me

Well Santa Claus is also real…my daughter saw him one night flying in the sky with his reindeer. She said to me, “trust me. He’s real.” So he must be real.

Big foot is also real. I knew a guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew another guy who saw him and he said “trust me, he’s real”, so he must be real too.

I am jumping in midstream here....as i haven't followed every post but i wanted to share my experience with the initial question.

I havent had experience with LSD since, mabey 1995 and the acid was coming from bezerkly california which was very clean, and we used to get liquid and blotter.

I ten stripped on blotter that was about 150 mics per dose. All i can say is that i am extremely glad that i had friends with me to watch over me, and if one were to attempt the same experiment, make sure you have a sitter or 2.

I completeley lost all sense of self and entered into a sort of cosmic dream, in which i was acting out the sequences of the dream. Without going too much into the dream and it's meanings, i do have flashes of what happened and i remember being in the woods and taking off all my clothes.I also remember that we were near train tracks, and in my dream i was laying down on the train track,listening to the whisle and engine of inevitability headed towards me (i know it sounds like that scene from the matrix). My friends told me that a jogger came by and asked if i needed an ambulance but we apparently left that area by the time the ambulance arrived. Eventually i slowly started to fade back into "this reality" but was disoriented and wasn't quite sure what had happened untill my friends had told me the whole story.

I don't believe i could have gone any further than i did, even if i had eaten a whole sheet of acid....i was as high as i was going to get. I do believe everyone has a certain point at which they can not get any higher from eating more acid at one given time, and i think everyone probably has a different threshold of what that point is. I personally know of people who have eaten a whole sheet, to avoid being arrested and they came back to earth just fine.I also know someone that drank a whole vial of liquid and never fully came back.....he became a jesus freak and wouldn't take any drugs but would go to Grateful Dead show's to try and convert people.

If someone is seriously considering doing this experiment, i would make sure that it is real lsd and take a small dose first to see if it's real and to get a feel of how clean it is.Then mabey find one, or two, or mabey even three friends that are willing to watch over you.

Take extreme caution.....everyone reacts differently and everyone has different thresholds.

My two cents.

Spend a couple years on phish, Ratdog, or Phil and Friends tour and then you'll know too... I don't see why that is so hard to believe the family. Maybe it is more like the hippie mafia. If Family Fluff isn't real then most of SWIM's trips over the last 20 years have been placebo?

I don’t see the point in perpetuating this fantasy. Where’s the proof?

Any person can claim to be part of the "Family", just as anyone can claim they saw Bigfoot.

SWIM's brother was a die hard dead head for many years and he says the "Family" is complete bullshit. SWIM has talked to other dead heads who said the same, and these were what SWIM would believe are credible people. SWIM has also talked to dead heads who believe this “Family” is real, but didn’t find their stories to be credible once he dug deeper into their stories.

My whole take on "the family" is part true, and part.....well untrue.

I spent time on tour with GD, and there we're specific people that i would see at every show that claimed to be apart of the family along w/ the origin of the lsd that they were selling.

The grateful Dead did have an extended family, and in the earlier years,Stanley Owsly, aka "Bear" was definately part of that family. He was.....as far as i know the first to mass Produce lsd, outside of govt. experimentation..... "Alice D. Millionaire".

Then...you had Wavy gravy who'm started the hog farm, which also extended into the raindow family, but the rainbow family became something independent of the hog farm.

Later on as the dead became more popular, the band was not as open and communal as they were in the 60's and early 70's..... most of the extended "family" became their own independent entities and the dead just toured and maintaned private lives.

By the time i was going to dead shows, the people who were reffered to as "family" we're mean't as rainbow family.There was this sort of elitist attitude, as within any social stucture as being part of "the inner circle", or closer than others to "the inner circle".

I am sure that there were people who were connected to this "inner circle" had acces to LSD or knew chemist's that made LSD.This was also when it was fairly easy to obtain liquid and descent blotter.

Also.... it became apparent that there was also a dark side to the dead head scene as heroin became more and more prevelent among many of the devotees and followers and also garcia.There became a sense of desperation in the lots and on shakedown street, and with that desperation comes people ripping people off or lying to make $ for bunk drugs.

People would claim to be part of this so called family to the local fans going to the show while the dead we're in town.This idea of "family" became more and more obscure as people we're claiming to have the best or most pure form of lsd because they we're family or that the acid came from "the family"....BS.

When people reffered to family at show's it was usually meaning rainbow family. I don't follow ratdog, nor phil and friends, nor "The dead" as i feel "the dead" have just become a nostalgia band, and it also reflects upon the scene, and the old magic of being at a show, seems to have dissapered.

I think the idea of family has probably dissapated aswell, although i know that the RB family still lives.I never went to any of the nationals, i only went to the regionals and smaller local gatherings and that was over 14 yrs ago.I have heard many negative things surrounding the rainbow family these day's, although i'm sure there are still some cool local gatherings.

I think this idea of "the family", at one time was true but somewhere along the way became myth or falsehood just to give the impression of being an insider and as a means to have some sort of status.

It's a term loosely used.

I never took 10 hits at once, not even 10 hits in a night, but i did take 600 micrograms at once and it was almost too much to handle, it was a complete mindfuck!

I almost couldn't see, the only thing i saw was millions of thin spiraling lines, all the furniture and the environment looked very, very vague, when i looked at the floor when laying on my stomach on the couch, my vision got sucked into a spiraling tunnel in one of the floor-tiles, it sucked me right into infinity, it was pure bliss.

Walking was very hard, it was more like stumbeling, when i went upstairs the blue flickering light of my PC was flickering everywhere at once, 1 light was flickering all over my computer room, like 20 or more lights where popping up everywhere, but that was actually cool about the trip, but then i started to think, and think, i was philosophizing about what reality was, i couldn't stop, cause i knew i needed to exploit that moment when my brain was able to work on this level, that when sober was inaccessible, i needed to use that time to think, and there was no way that i could stop it, even if i wanted it to stop, i felt like my brain was cooking.

I had the idea that i invented everyhing, you, myself, my parents, my girlfriend, all the people i know, all the people i don't know, every single invention made, pain, suffering, God, life itself, every single thing was created by me, and at the same time by someone else, infinatly building on eachothers fantasies, everything was an illusion, i was 100 procent convinced that i finally recovered the long lost memory of the meaning of life, and that i would always come back to a new illusion from the instant i died, there was no ending, it's an eternal loop, forever and ever.

I was so very convinced that what i was thinking was true that i had no reason to continue whatever i was doing in life, cause i remembered it all again, it's not real, it's an illusion, i'm not real, i'm a ultra realitsic dream, so real that it's real, experienced as what is called reality, but not real at all.


I was tripping alone then, and it was the last acid trip that i did, that was a year ago, but now i'm feeling ready to trip on acid again, but i won't take that much again anytime soon.

I still have a blotter in the freezer patiently waiting for me.

This past weekend at Harvest Fest in NY I dosed myself with the following:

t= 0 2-3g blunt (OG kush, UK cheese, Bluberry Skunk, blonde hash)
t+ 1hr 3.5g fat shrooms, looked like PE strain
t+ 1.5hr .2 pure as snow MDMA (smelled like licorice!)
t+ 2hr 10 strip "swiss" acid. print resembled a joker or a jester
t+ 3hr 50-80mg neon yellow DMT

Short trip report is as follows:

Wasn't really feeling the shrooms or acid, figured they were bunk. Met a guy somehow we began to talk about dmt over a blunt or 2. He whips out a canary yellow crystal and loads me up. I blast off and don't come back. The fine fellow who blasted me becomes god; everyone around is god. We are in a world that is similar to the matrix (a virtual representation of my mind). Every person in this world is a facet of my consciousness. I figure out God's secret and he tells me that I am to become his successor. The DMT is wearing off at this point, acid is kicking in. Everything is beautiful, the trees became huge bushes of ganja. They stunk like my favorite strain, Sour DIesel and were 30 feet high.

I am on my way to becoming God, he is funneling all of his information into my head at once. Information overload, the universe begins to make sense, everything has its root by this one man, this one being. Adam and Eve, every religious symbol, all created by God but misinterpreted by man. God was showing himself to me because I had prayed my whole life for this.

He then tells me my whole life has been a dream and everyone I thought I knew was a figment of my imagination, including my parents and siblings. I call out my girlfriend's name and she appears in front of me. My powers are increasing by the second. My words become matter. I say joint and there is one in my hand. I say Spain and I am transported to Madrid. I am God.

I do not remember much more other than feelings that cannot be put into words. I was taken up to the infirmary by security to make sure I did not hurt myself. From friends i later learned I was swimming in the trees and laying on the ground under the security's golf cart.

I waKE up very disoriented in the infirmary, unable to describe who I am or where I am. I know both of these answers but I was unable to convey my thoughts to such a primitive being as the worker.

One of these days I will reorganize this report and fill in what I can't currently remember but I had a wild fucking trip. I would highly recommend this to anyone with a strong enough ego. Make sure you can get good acid though, I dosed with 2 tabs of bunk shit before I said fuck it and dropped the 10 strip.

Jesus, ismoke. I wouldn't believe that story ending any other way than "I woke up strapped to a bed 12 hours later". Quite irresponsible!

"t= 0 2-3g blunt (OG kush, UK cheese, Bluberry Skunk, blonde hash)
t+ 1hr 3.5g fat shrooms, looked like PE strain
t+ 1.5hr .2 pure as snow MDMA (smelled like licorice!)
t+ 2hr 10 strip "swiss" acid. print resembled a joker or a jester
t+ 3hr 50-80mg neon yellow DMT"


..just reading that had me shaking!..you are either completely nutz or just plain brave my friend! Either way, way to explore! Looking foreward to a more in-depth report..becasue god knows I wont be doing THAT anytime soon!..no matter how stong my ego is... prob harder to take the stronger ones ego is though dont you think?..doses like that I would rather be able to easily let go.

It was my first festival and I wanted to go all out. I also had never had experienced ego death before. I definitely accomplished my goal and then some.

In retrospect the 10 strip was a little overkill but I had been given 2 bunk doses of cid (1 liquid and 1 blotter) and I just really wanted to trip.

I remember thinking, just before eating the 10 strip, at least it can't kill me. Little did I know I would be waking up in the infirmary, wondering why I hadn't died.

I probably will be staying away from the hallucinogens for a while. I blasted off the other day and was very disoriented, feelings of dying and blood. However, the trip ended in a positive sense albeit very disorienting.

Hopefully soon I will be able to revisit this memory and write it down in a more full sense. It was very difficult writing that piece as is, my memory is very fragmented.

Hey ismoke, turtle was at ny harvest fest too, he loves that festival but he likes to take mild trips 1-4 tabs and save the rest for later, that sounds pretty nuts though, there was someone in a tent next to turtles at the fest who took just 3 tabs and 1 roll of what kind he didnt know and ended up losing all his clothes and and $600 and his shoes and was also brought back by security. The person turtle was with had little psychonaut experience and ate only a half eigth of some mushrooms that sounded like PE's as well and flipped his shit, thought the world was over and really didn't have a great time.

Turtle thought the whole festival had a bit of an insane bent even more so than last year but that may have been because of the wailers being there and last year it seemed to be more cannibis activists, like ed rosenthal and Jack Herer.

It's too bad you got bunk blotters early on, I can see how that can make you too eager, but I'm glad you ended up ok, turtle has never taken a 10 strip and doesn't think he'll ever need too, he has a low tolerance for acid and only trips once every 3 days so as to maximize the acid since it is a bitch to come by where he lives, in the pond and all...

I think at a festival it is important to maintain your wits because plenty of people are definitely trying to hustle, especially in these economic settings, it's an unfortunate part of the human condition I suppose. One thing is for sure that security team does a hell of a job keeping people safe while they trips balls near that lake.

Peace and Love