danosaurous22
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This is by no means to encourage cocaine usage or suggest that any small benefits outweigh everything there is to lose from even dabbling in this hyper-addictive, hyper-destructive substance. It can take otherwise intelligence users and transform them into people dedicated exclusively to the drug. It is incredibly cardio toxic, and makes users sloppy and unreliable and hedonistic. That being said:
Extreme cocaine binges have introduced me to a side of it that I very rarely see people talk about. Part of it is the difficulty in getting into and out of an "extreme cocaine binge": it is incredibly costly, both in terms of money and the body. Many times, people are working with impure products that will never even be able to get you that high because it is so cut. Many times, people will run out before they really saturate themselves with the drug. But I believe that through circumstance I have found myself in situations where I have done as much cocaine as possible, to an extent. That is to say, if I had gone a little further I would've been unable to continue or suffered drastic health consequences.
There is a point with cocaine "saturation" where you have been doing it one, or two days, basically continuously. Doing bigger and bigger doses, maintaining that unmaintainable high, and getting to a point where you are basically running on empty and beginning to experience panic attacks and hallucinations. Basically, an overdose, on purpose. I think few people would be able to push on that far, and part of what would push me is the hallucinogenic qualities of such an overdose, a kind of adventurousness that I don't think all drug users have. I would liken it to the people who subject themselves to incredibly high doses of LSD and mushrooms on this forum, and still hold down jobs and accurately recount their experiences for the thrill of it.
I would reach a point where I am pretty sure I should not push further-- I am in need of sleep, in need of water, and in need of food. But there is still some left, and I have enough left to do a big enough dose that it basically dwarfs the progressively larger doses I've been doing throughout the binge. Once I do that huge dose, I realize I made a mistake, and can only sit back and experience the ride.
My vision changes substantially-- patterns on the bed and the wall become optical illusions, where I will see shapes on a flat surface as a 3D object sitting there, and have to use some effort or shine a flashlight to see what I'm really looking at. By this point I am engulfed by paranoia and "panic"-- I automatically assume the hallucinations/optical illusions are something creepy and crawly, like rodents or bugs, and then I have to calm myself down, repeatedly. But the experience keeps growing in intensity.
By this point I begin evaluating the life that brought me here: it feels like an ego death of sorts. "Wait, I'm [this person]. I've been doing this for hours and hours without any kind of self, and need to fight to remember the every day stuff I'm expected to do. I have work this morning! What am I doing? I have friends, families, this is my job, this is my lifestyle, this is my personality." It is as though the experience has dwarfed these every day things to the extent that I have to really try to recall them. I begin to think of these things with a scrutiny I can't access normally: "this is what I'm good at it, this is something I'm neglecting, this is how others must see me", combined with a gratitude I usually can't feel for life. It really reminds of LSD.
On top of this, extreme hallucinations. Comparable to a couple tabs of strong acid. Almost everything in the room can be viewed in several ways, depending on how I focus. The outlines of an object combine with its shadow to create a new object, and that's what I see before what's creating this shadow. There is no more desire to the drug that had consumed me for countless hours, only an incredibly intense desire to return to baseline for fear of going insane. Several hours past, and I'm left with a gratitude to be sane and alive in this beautiful world, and everything is slightly confusing but intensely bright and beautiful with no real comedown from the drug. After sleeping, I'm completely back to normal, and feel like I could go for more. That's how bad the craving is: you forget the evil hell that you were once in, and forget most of the lessons.
If I had to describe the change in vision, it's like looking through a distorted shower glass, if that makes sense. Almost like being cross eyed, similar to high doses of LSD, but you can see fully formed 3D hallucinations with ease. You rub your eyes and they don't go away.
Anybody with experience with this? It has been quite a trip, and most people just party with the drug and do not become dedicated to pushing for breakthrough like this. And it's certainly not advisable, although I have found it on par with psychedelics for the way it really pushes you through to a new world that leaves you with an intense gratitude and self-reflection. Certainly not for the faint of heart, either. I would call huge cocaine binges as a horror movie in real life. Best case scenario, you are haunted by what you have escaped for the rest of your life, and unlike the characters in a horror movie you go chasing the monster that chased you within 24 hours.
Extreme cocaine binges have introduced me to a side of it that I very rarely see people talk about. Part of it is the difficulty in getting into and out of an "extreme cocaine binge": it is incredibly costly, both in terms of money and the body. Many times, people are working with impure products that will never even be able to get you that high because it is so cut. Many times, people will run out before they really saturate themselves with the drug. But I believe that through circumstance I have found myself in situations where I have done as much cocaine as possible, to an extent. That is to say, if I had gone a little further I would've been unable to continue or suffered drastic health consequences.
There is a point with cocaine "saturation" where you have been doing it one, or two days, basically continuously. Doing bigger and bigger doses, maintaining that unmaintainable high, and getting to a point where you are basically running on empty and beginning to experience panic attacks and hallucinations. Basically, an overdose, on purpose. I think few people would be able to push on that far, and part of what would push me is the hallucinogenic qualities of such an overdose, a kind of adventurousness that I don't think all drug users have. I would liken it to the people who subject themselves to incredibly high doses of LSD and mushrooms on this forum, and still hold down jobs and accurately recount their experiences for the thrill of it.
I would reach a point where I am pretty sure I should not push further-- I am in need of sleep, in need of water, and in need of food. But there is still some left, and I have enough left to do a big enough dose that it basically dwarfs the progressively larger doses I've been doing throughout the binge. Once I do that huge dose, I realize I made a mistake, and can only sit back and experience the ride.
My vision changes substantially-- patterns on the bed and the wall become optical illusions, where I will see shapes on a flat surface as a 3D object sitting there, and have to use some effort or shine a flashlight to see what I'm really looking at. By this point I am engulfed by paranoia and "panic"-- I automatically assume the hallucinations/optical illusions are something creepy and crawly, like rodents or bugs, and then I have to calm myself down, repeatedly. But the experience keeps growing in intensity.
By this point I begin evaluating the life that brought me here: it feels like an ego death of sorts. "Wait, I'm [this person]. I've been doing this for hours and hours without any kind of self, and need to fight to remember the every day stuff I'm expected to do. I have work this morning! What am I doing? I have friends, families, this is my job, this is my lifestyle, this is my personality." It is as though the experience has dwarfed these every day things to the extent that I have to really try to recall them. I begin to think of these things with a scrutiny I can't access normally: "this is what I'm good at it, this is something I'm neglecting, this is how others must see me", combined with a gratitude I usually can't feel for life. It really reminds of LSD.
On top of this, extreme hallucinations. Comparable to a couple tabs of strong acid. Almost everything in the room can be viewed in several ways, depending on how I focus. The outlines of an object combine with its shadow to create a new object, and that's what I see before what's creating this shadow. There is no more desire to the drug that had consumed me for countless hours, only an incredibly intense desire to return to baseline for fear of going insane. Several hours past, and I'm left with a gratitude to be sane and alive in this beautiful world, and everything is slightly confusing but intensely bright and beautiful with no real comedown from the drug. After sleeping, I'm completely back to normal, and feel like I could go for more. That's how bad the craving is: you forget the evil hell that you were once in, and forget most of the lessons.
If I had to describe the change in vision, it's like looking through a distorted shower glass, if that makes sense. Almost like being cross eyed, similar to high doses of LSD, but you can see fully formed 3D hallucinations with ease. You rub your eyes and they don't go away.
Anybody with experience with this? It has been quite a trip, and most people just party with the drug and do not become dedicated to pushing for breakthrough like this. And it's certainly not advisable, although I have found it on par with psychedelics for the way it really pushes you through to a new world that leaves you with an intense gratitude and self-reflection. Certainly not for the faint of heart, either. I would call huge cocaine binges as a horror movie in real life. Best case scenario, you are haunted by what you have escaped for the rest of your life, and unlike the characters in a horror movie you go chasing the monster that chased you within 24 hours.
