8/4/15 Report - Lost Wedding Band. Mel and Deo Fisher Collection Auction. Intuition and Forms Of Paranormal Perception. Balloons Coming Home.

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One of Two Possible Locations of Wedding Band Lost In Ocean.

A man's yellow gold wedding band engraved "Amélie & Pierre" was lost in the ocean at either Palm Beach or Fort Lauderdale Aug. 2.  It wasn't noticed missing until he was in the water at Fort Lauderdale but was in the ocean at Palm Beach in front of Peruvian Ave. (shown above) earlier.

They don't know exactly where they were in Fort Lauderdale at the time.

Check for the engraving, which will provide a good ID.

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 To view the online auction of the Mel and Deo Fisher Collection here is the link. 

http://www.invaluable.com/catalog/searchLots.cfm?scp=c&catalogRef=LCOZ5LM9LU


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Here is an interesting story.  Not metal detecting, but I thought it was interesting anyhow.

An Oklahoma widow and her daughter who spent their first Father's Day without dad this year released balloons and a message at his grave site — and may have gotten a "message" back.

The pair was stunned when — after leaving the cemetery, running a few errands, and driving 25 mile back home — the balloon's note showed up at their house...

Once home, Saige went downhill from their house to the pasture where she and her father worked together and spotted her message with the balloons — only a few hundred feet from the house....

http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/balloon-released-fathers-grave-flew-25-miles-familys-home-n402721

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The following remotely relates to the above story.


Nearly half of the adults in the United States believe in the existence of ESP, which includes telepathy (direct knowledge of another person's thoughts), clairvoyance (direct knowledge of remote events), and precognition (direct knowledge of the future). People commonly report unexplained knowledge of a loved one's death or a telephone caller's identity, for example, and attribute this knowledge to paranormal mental processing.

I've had those times, and I've sure many of you have too, when it seemed that a find was more than coincidental.

One time, for example, I was at work and only had a about an hour before another appointment, but kept feeling that I should go detecting at a particular location.   But I didn't have hardly any time.
I finally decided I would run down to the beach.  By the time I got to the beach and in the water, I had less than a half hour to hunt.  Well, I went in and in just a few minutes had a diamond ring with over nine carats of diamonds - seven diamonds, each over one carat.  I took my find and quickly left.

Normally I wouldn't have gone when I had so little time.  If traffic had been bad, I would have had no time.  But I felt like I should go.  It kept nagging me, and it paid off with an unusually good quick find.

I don't know if it was just coincidence, intuition, or something else.   I can't say with confidence that it was anything other than coincidence.

I do a lot of analysis.  I try to figure things out and make good calculated decisions.  You know that if you've been reading this blog very long.   Nonetheless,  I will follow my feelings at times regardless of anything else.  I doesn't pay off a lot.  I tend to do a lot better with a more analytical calculated approach.

One recent study by Harvard University claimed that by studying brain functions they found no experimental evidence for telepathy, clairvoyance or precognition.  Other books on similar things by scientists with good credentials indicates that there are conditions for such things and not all people have the same abilities. 

I find the Harvard study woefully inadequate anyway.   They were looking for electrochemical brain responses.  That is how normal perception works, but they were supposedly investigating "Extra-sensory" or paranormal perception.  Why would you expect paranormal perception to work just like normal perception.  If it did, it wouldn't be paranormal. 

I am not convinced either way and think alternative methods of perception may be possible, but I have no convincing evidence of them.  

Intuition could be nothing more than the assimilation of a lot of knowledge that isn't completely consciously clear at the time.  As tasks become automatic, you don't have to always be aware of each and every part of the task.   For example, you don't have think about putting one foot in front of the other and transferring your weight when you walk.  After you learn to walk, it becomes automatic.

Anyhow, I find good analysis and calculated decisions much more consistently productive, but I'm not ready to deny or ignore all of the subtle notions and feelings that I get.  As remarkable and stunning as intuitive successes might seem, they are much too rare.

I'd like to hear your stories of finds made through unusual coincidence, dowsing, intuition, ESP or any of those kinds of things.

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On the Treasure Coast we still have the one and two foot surf.  Expect the same for several days.  We are having some decent size tides.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net

9/17/14 Something Different. Life Is A Beach or Me and Dad. Not a Beach Report.

Written by the Treasure Guide for the exclusive use of treasurebeachesreport.BlogSpot.com.


Life is a beach.  That is what they say. 

I don't know what that means, but as I think about it, in some ways it seems to be true.

A beach constantly changes, and so does life.  That is one way that saying is true.

Oh does life change!   Completely upside down and backwards.  It changes.

My dad grew up without a father.  His father disappeared before he was old enough to know it.  And his mother was not much more than a child herself. 

Dad grew up on the streets.  Good thing he was tough.  Or was that what made him so tough?   It had to be both.

He taught me a lot, even when neither of us realized it.

He was there.  He gave me more than he had.  His father wasn't there.

He wasn't gentle.   He didn't know how to be.  He was a fighter.  That is all he knew how to be.  That is the only choice he had.

But he made sure I had what he didn't.   I had someone to rely upon, as sure as the sun would rise and set.  That is something I would never question.  It was just always there.

He was caring but didn't know how to express it.  Yet he did express it - like a rock.  It didn't look like or sound like caring.  It wasn't easy to see the caring, but it was always there. 

It was never in words.  He was no Mr. Rogers.   Few words.  Always tough.  Always strong.  Never wavering.  Never yielding.  Something you could always rely on.   Anyone that knew him knew who to call on when they were in a pinch and needed someone who could handle the situation.

Years and years and years went by.  I only knew the rock.   Then he got dementia.

He grew up in town, but later moved out in the country a bit, where a relative let him, his mother and a couple other children live in a small shack. 

As a child he would run four miles to town. And I do mean ran. He always pushed himself to the max.  He had no other transportation and went into town to do any work he could find. 

Eventually he played high school football one season and caught the attention of a couple of big time college scouts but dropped out of school as soon as football season was over because he was working nights at a glass factory and couldn't keep going to school.

He thought he could overcome anything if he went at it hard enough.  It seemed to me that he could.

This time he couldn't.  He lost his ability to communicate. 

I started out saying life is a beach.  In some ways it isn't.  But it does change.

My mother had become the strong one.  She helped my dad do every little thing.

One day my dad when I was visiting my dad got upset at something.  I don't know what.  He couldn't really tell you.  He decided to run away.

He went out the front door, and I saw him trying to run down the road.  He was moving slowly and with a limp.   He only got a short distance before he stumbled and fell.  I caught up with him.  

His glasses were off one ear.   I noticed a spot of blood on his face.

The man I always relied on fell in a ditch.  I could only think of the boy that I only knew as a man. 

In his mind he might have been a boy again, running like he always did, but his body wasn't able now.

I reached down to pick him up.  He never took help.  He always gave it.  He wouldn't take my hand.

He got up.  I took his hand and walked him back to the house. 

I held the hand that I previously knew only as strong.  I don't know that I ever held it before.

I couldn't help think of how he ran as a child.  He ran and ran and ran to run away from the parts of his childhood that he didn't like. 

In my mind, I could see that strapping boy running, but through my eyes I saw something else. 

He no longer had the strength that he relied on almost all of his life - neither of body or mind. 
He no longer had what he always relied on, and neither did I.  It was the hardest day of my life.

Now I had to be the one.  That was new and strange territory for me.

That was six years ago now.  Now I take care of mom.  She relied on dad too, even more than I.  I do my best, but I can't replace him.  It's foolish to even think of it that way, but I do the best I can.

I said that life is a beach, and in at least one way that is true.  Life does change.



I know that is not what you were looking for today, but for those of you who are always wondering who I am, now you know a little something about that.

I might get a regular beach report posted later.  Don't know.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@Comcast.net