As of the recent acquisition of a vast assortment of immaculately preserved knick-knacks from the past, I appeal to the collective knowledge of the internet for any insight. With gratitude in anticipation.
I’ve recently acquired what I believe to be a Coinmaster TR-discriminator metal detector as pictured.
I’m completely uninformed when it comes to vintage metal detectors, so any information regarding it would be greatly appreciated.
It reminds me of the ghost trap from Ghostbusters!
Thanks in advance.
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One’s mortality upon acceptance brings forth fight or flight, running or hiding, remaining silent or finding their voice.
Fear brings doubt, doubt brings missed chances, missed chances ensure a life asking the unanswerable question of what could have been.
I’m a lucky one who gets to die.
As to die means you have lived.
Previously thought as foundational current of life eventually finds tranquil waters, adjourned to a peace outside the limit of time.
One’s physicality transmuted to overwhelming beatific emotion.
The distant rhythm almost unheard now filling the room.
As the songs pinnacle approach’s the floor surrounding dims, a spotlight beams down atop revealing in embrace the duettist being death.
Entering into a place forbidden to be know by those left behind.
Departed, yet eternalised in treasured memories.
The linear path of life when followed walks straight amidst the journey, when faced with one’s own end brings sight to what can be seen but once, there is no straight path nor end, as through consequence proves existence beyond the perceived end.
With every end brings a uniquely brilliant start.