I am utterly fascinated with the idea of a thumbprint. Has anyone recieved this gift, and care to describe how it came about? I'd ask what the experience was like but clearly its undescribable.
well ive read that one guy had like 320,000 mics and still survived. and i read also that these other guys were snorting pure lsd powder thinking it was coke. i would like to hear their stories, but if there are any thumbprint trip reports i would definitely like to read them too
I'm pretty sure no members who have done a thumbprint are on these forums anymore. i cant think of any current members that have. there is a good thumbprint thread on shroomery.com
the people who snorted lsd powder on accident were Mickey Harts kids(drummer from the Grateful Dead) I believe it was Robert Hunter who took 1/4 gram of crystal, whats that 2,500 hits. "I died a thousand deaths" was his trip report. oh yea, he lived.
oh boy here we go. i touched on this in another thread the other day. i ate a tenth of swiss crystal a few years ago. kinnda a comming of age type thing. i was livin with a motley crew in sf and wanted to fly. it came on in about 7 mins then everything became oblivion i came to puking in a trash can. sat in the yard for 7 hoursbefore id come into the house. i curled up next to a speaker that music around it.people were talkin to me and i couldnt talk back.i couldnt even see em.i remember thinkin i was gonna go to sleep then just kinnda blacked out for a long time.i came to again and i was standing on the deck lookin at the sun come up and i realied i pissed myself. i found my way to the shower and tried that butit was too intense . i was able to sleep after three days if really intenseness every emotion so raw and deep. i relearned the english language in th matter of a fewhours but i really had a hard time with the talkin. words just seemed pointless. it felt like people could just read my mind. i probrally only said ahandful of words for a week and a half and most of em were more than likely gibberish. lsd hasnt quite been the same snce for me. that was the edge man thats as far as i was supposed to go. i relearned everything i ever knew, and learned everything i was supposed to know.like steralizing my brain, like pressin the reset button on yer nintendo. i still feel what i would call negative effectsfrom time to time. theres a wooshing mechanicalbuzz sound i get through my head sometimes like an electrical wave hittin my synapsess and i get kinnda dizzy. and i only call them negative effects cause it happens when it wants to not when i want it to. passes within a few mins though. its not something i recomend to someone who wants to enjoy the rainbows and trails and trippy thoughts rainbow acid experience bullshit ever again,theres a fine line there kido's. and if ya do ever end up in that neck of the woods ya might not like what yasee when ya get home. "cause a taste of honey is worse than none at all!"
. "i still feel what i would call negative effectsfrom time to time. theres a wooshing mechanicalbuzz sound i get through my head sometimes like an electrical wave hittin my synapsess and i get kinnda dizzy. l!"[/QUOTE] Brother, I here ya on that one!
It's too much when that shit happens. Last time I ate 6 hits, I dont know how it was this overwhelming, but it literally came on during the cig I lit after swalloing the paper. Within 10 minutes the sky was exploding with gemoetric figures, faces started to blur and distort and light on neon fire, and my body felt like it was melting and writhing all over my chair on the porch. I tried to lay down with Jack and watch Tom and Jerry, and that's when shit just got to the ultimate weirdness. The kind of weirdness that your mind fights and closes up on so that you cant remember it. I sort of remember feeling an entity moving through my friend, then my girlfriend, then me, and back around on repeat, and it was causing us to experience various different emotions each time around in synch. After that I somehow ended up in my bed, but what I remember seeing was a network that permeates the cosmos, and I was going to and from heavenly celestial bodies in totality, stopping at different spots as souls ushered in through the ether to speak some strange language to me. Apparently I kept saying that I was poisoned and Im dying, and that's it. The rest is a blackout until I came down off the peak (which came on Id imagine around 4 1/2 hours after ingestion due to my recollection of being able to perceive time again, or rather, see a clock) and then I was talking a mile a minute, every word sounding like leaking trails off my synthesizer. As well as the usual sparkling, popping neon blossoms growing out of every pixel of my vision :tongue: And again, that was only 6 hits. Im not even going to go into the higher levels, when the walls wouldnt stop rising as my body wouldnt stop lowering. :cheers2: God Bless
Way different lol. Were talking in the thousands here. Crystal LSD. I dont know if I would ever do it. Unless I had a week off from work, a place to crash in the mountains, and someone to watch my son.
more like between 10 to 50 milligrams so 10,000 to 50,000ugs. but there is really no defined range. could be alot more or less than what i mentioned. its pretty much just a bit of crystal lsd.
One of my best friends did a thumbprint. I mean, he could be lying because it was several years before I knew him, but I've personally seen him ingest quite a bit of LSD, and considering the connections I know he has and the past life I know he's lived, I have no reason not to believe him. He has never really been able to describe what it was like. When I asked if the thumbprint changed him, he said it was impossible to answer that because he can't really remember what life was like beforehand, which I think is a pretty good summary of what the experience must have been like. He was hanging out with some serious heads and, as is typically the situation, he had to take a thumbprint in order to be trusted with crystal/large amounts of LSD. The people he was with were very experienced and cool. The only problem was that they kept trying to cheer him up by playing jam band stuff (The Dead), which he said was a terrible mistake because "anything that I can turn into evil carnival music in my mind is not a good thing to listen to while tripping." Quite a few times he needed to take some time alone, and the people he was with were wise enough to allow him to do so. Other details he included were that he couldn't really read for quite a while afterwards and that he felt strange for at least a few months following the 'print. Fascinating stuff.
thumbprints must be insane. I couldnt even imagine what the experience would be like beyond 10 tabs. That felt like i had reached the limit of what my brain could handle, thumbprint would smash you to pieces.